“Ah, yes! Two creatures killing one another for our amusement! Jolly good fun! We used to be able to do this with humans while Thatcher was in office. Oh, those were the days.”
See, Camilla. It’s natural for a bitch to chase cock.
I had a ye ol’ good chuckle my good Sir.
“I dare say, Camilla, that this reminds me of our honeymoon.”
Look, that dog is imitating Camilla! Just adorable.
You see, the hound represents the British Empire in the peak of her glory and the cock represents the millions of indigenous people around the world we helped civilize.
“Well, it can certainly herd chickens, but can it handle a horse? Saddle up, my dear!”
This was the pre-practice ‘in theory” limo chase of the tunnel in France. “By Jolly, it went off swell, Camille.”
“GODDAM! Look at that fuckin’ dog get after that goddam chicken! That little bitch is faster than greased goose shit! That motherfucker better learn to fly right goddam quick! hahaha. Fuck, now I want some Kentucky Fried chicken! Let’s shag ass.
“Oh, Camilla, do mind your language around the commoners!”
Ohhhh….Camille are in the BACKGROUND of the picture! I see now, I see now….
He laughed, but secretly he pretend that he was that dog, and the chicken was his mother.
‘Splendid, Jenkins, splendid. Now, you say that having trained the dog to go after the smell of this chicken’s feathers, I’ll need to pluck it and use the exact same feathers in Mother’s new pillow, yes? And then you’ll present the dog to her as a gift? Wonderful, wonderful.”
“Are you absolutely certain this is how Charles Dickens was conceived?”
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