In our local Massive supermarket, I always get my dogs sliced chicken for Willow and meat bits for Moss. It seems to agree with them better than dog tins. Walking into the fruit and vegetable department, I noticed staff put a pineapple on the sale tray. Since I am trying hard to eat fruit rather than biscuits, thought it would be a good deal. Went to the tray, but the pineapple did not have a price on it. I went to the staff who put it on the tray, he looked about 16 years old, if that, and skinny. He came over and could not find the price, but the other pineapple was £1.48. Suddenly this girl passing nipped his buttocks, we both turned around. I said to her with a smile, "I saw that", and you will never believe her reply back. "He is my nephew, and keep away from him", in a warning tone.  Och! F** sake here we go again.  If only I took my baseball bat down with me, I was pictured knocking her head with it. Remember, the cartoons where the head is getting knocked with something and think it was the cat (always felt sorry for the cat) starts disintegrating into the ground. That picture was there, right in my mind, right there ready for it, and makes me mad. I would get done shagging him, he didn't even look 16, looked as if he was still in school. I would probably eat him, swallow him and still look for afters. 'smile, Zena', I was thinking to myself, whilst gritting my teeth, I was so tempted to reply back. "No thanks, you've probably been there".  Since sometimes I wonder if half of our local town is inbred. But I can't speak for everyone, because I have met a lot of head on shoulders people, they seem to be older, roughly past 30 years. But I can't speak for all, because I have met a major shilling short woman in her 40's, it might have something to do with being married to one of my ex's. (Sweetheart, please try and remember he is an ex, thankfully). | 
