Possums and Puds? Really? February 18, 2009
Posted by Lipstick in Ducks, Travel.trackback
There’s a problem with too many possums in New Zealand, so they’ve figured out a solution – make possum socks for me:
I’m afraid to put them on in case they propel my feet out to the garbage cans of the neighborhood.
But I really don’t know what this is all about:
Dude?
The larger question is why you would buy bright red socks?
Pud licker.
Puds? Do they sell em by the pound, or do you have to pound them yourself?
Put those socks on, missy.
Or at least bring them to the IB party as a “hostess” gift for Michael and Cathy. The dogs will chew them right up.
I left a contribution to the IB vs Hostages thing here
It is #5 so you do not have to read it all
So there are enough possums in Kiwiland to make, what, three pairs of socks for Lipstick?
Cad burys Puds, huh?
That chubby Santa brought a sleigh full of confidence and a sack full of puds.
You know who really loves to lick chocolate puds?
Rosetta.
Brewfan, I got the red because I’m just going to wear them around the house to keep my freezing feet warm.
Hey! I thought Dave in Texas posted this!
*face turns same shade of red as socks*
Sorry Lipstick, I know you’re not a pud licker!
Sorry Lipstick, I know you’re not a pud licker!
Not in the Urdu sense. (Ugh, just looked that one up!)
Where’s Musli when you need him?
Well, technically, “fart” in Urdu is پاد paad or پادھا paadha.
In Punjabi, a “fart” is ਪੂਦ pood indeed.
^thanks for clearing that up.
Now I know what to put on my cafepress shirt
What? no comments on Tat’s it is boring here?
I have FAILed!
So there are enough possums in Kiwiland to make, what, three pairs of socks for Lipstick?
If that.
Aww Vmax, they’re just unappreciative.
And those Pud things are friggin’ delicious.
Lets hope they stay in NZ, and not AU.
BTW, I picked up and held a tasmanian devil.
They ARE viscious, but they are much louder than their bark, and I started to climb a tree to retrieve a Koala, but I was warned that T couldn’t cary me out of the zoo we broke into.
Really, I love that story, because, I keep trying to say to myself that we didn’t break into a zoo, but, no, we really did, and it was HER idea, not mine.
Not to mention I hate australian animals, I hate them, except the koala.
okay, okay okay, that wallabe’s liked me, but the roo’s just loved T’s hair.
There’s something to be said about breaking into a zoo, cuz if you just walk through a zoo during open hours, you don’t see a red and a grey get into a fight over who gets to touch an american’s girlfriends hair.
And those Pud things are friggin’ delicious
Please, expand, go into detail, and include video.
I got to hold a baby kangaroo at Wings Wildlife Park in Tasmania.
My wife and I got to feed kangaroos and had our picture taken with a koala bear while in Melbourne. You have to be very careful around a koala, because they have no rib cage annd you can crush their hearts very easily.
We then visited an old gold mining town, where I ate kangaroo stew.
A koala tried to punch me in the pud once.
ONCE.
That’s interesting, wiser, I didn’t know that about koalas.
What does kangaroo taste like?
What does kangaroo taste like?
chicken.
Actually, it was kinda like beef, but it was in a stew, so it was kinda hard to notice any difference.
That’s interesting, wiser, I didn’t know that about koalas.
Well, that’s what they told us. It may have just been their way of keeping us from trying to steal one.
I shot a koala in Reno once, just to watch it die.
Hey now!
You probably just gave it a squeeze and broke its little heart.