“Turn that Car Radio down – arsehole…”

Well actually, since you’re passing, that’s quite interesting that is…

Seems they’ve got FART Tax in New Zealand. Tax on that what emmanates from cows and sheeps arses by the sound of it…

Ooh no. Just a minute: On second craning-of-the-neck, apparently a load of Kiwi Farmers have been and gone and got themselves a load of car-bumper “protest” stickers printed up. And all with the word “FART” written on them.

“F.A.R.T” I now learn, standing of course for “Farmers Against Ridiculous Taxes”. Nice one…

(Just as well I don’t have to pay FART Tax. Ripe as an orangutan’s arse after feasting on rancid mangos is my gusset. I’d be in to the government BIG time on methane emmissions from the old trouser-department gas, me…)

Anyway back to New Zealand:

“What do we want?” ” More FARTS” ” When do we want them?” “Now!”…etc

Clever that innit? I mean – think about it – they do want more FARTS don’t they? You see the more protesting FARTY Farmers there are, the bigger the FARTY smell and mess for the government to deal with and clear up, you see?

And eventually – when all is said and done – the Government will most probably have to let them off won’t it?

And then – think about it – if the government is “letting them off” – well then, that would just be hypocritical wouldn’t it? You see? I mean, think about it…And remember that expression: “What’s good for the goose is one up the arse for the farmer” and all that, isn’t it?

What a vicious circle ey?

(Bloody hell. I’m glad that car radio has fucked off. I’m getting a splitting head-ache just thinking about all that bollocks…)

Time to Blog-off (and indeed have just let-off another big fat FARTeroony of the original squelchy variety meself…Christ on a bike, that’s rank that is…Give all the cows and sheep in New Zealand a run for their money would that one…Quick someone – waft me top flap). Ooh Arseholes…I disgust meself sometimes…rarely, but I do…

Stan