hmmm, found you say . . .

I remember way back in the day when employee 12754 had yet to join the workforce and was but a short panted lad with a grubby face and a penchant for divilment many things were 'found' that might add interest to ones day.

We had in our group one young scallywag who was particularly gifted at 'finding' things... the fucker would rob the roads had he not needed a path on which to go back home. Bit off topic but Parmesans story about finding a lobster brought it to mind.

Terrapins. Yup small turtle type creatures. . . . we would enter the local pet shop where we had a good raport with the lady there and while we cheekily chatted with the woman, Keith would stick his mits into the terrapin tank and grab a few handfuls of the poor creatures and fill his pockets with the ill fated wee cunts.

Only so much a group of young lads could do with a load of terrapins on any given day, so any that survived the day would be released back into their natural habitat also known as the river by quinsworths (now tescos) on the southside of Cork city...

There have been no sightings by the public so it seems they did not breed as we had hoped.
(The Cats Twat, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 23:48, Reply)