regular admirers may well recall my experiments with cross-breeding.
(cross breeding is not what happens between two people, at least one of whom is angry about something.)
anyway, my top scientist kev has finally cured his acne and come back to work.
at least i think it's him - his skin is orange.
he looked better with pulsating spots, i thought.
still, at least now he's earning his money instead of skiving off on full pay.
i just can't afford to pay someone three pounds a week to sit on their arses all day applying clearasil.
the first experiment was to cross a parrot with a ferret - we're thinking of calling it a parret, unless you can think of anything better.
all i can tell you at the moment is that the resulting mutation immediately ran up kev's trouser leg and started pecking.
i urged him to throw a couple of fat balls down his trousers by way of a distraction but now he's thinking of using them for some sort of transplant operation.
poor lad.
and just his luck, at that point, we had a visit from the Women's Institute Lap Dancing team who were very interested in the movement in kev's trousers. pretty soon though, their interest turned to shock, and finally horror, as a lumpy bulge appeared just below his knee.
three of them fainted but one had the presence of mind to call norris mcwhirter to see if it was too late to get in the guinness book or records.
i just hope kev's back in the lab tomorrow.
i want him to try crossing a bat with a twig.
i'll let you decide what we should call it.
