….the sublime English Rose
There is nothing more rewarding than arriving home to discover your cooker has packed in and you have a disgusting plate of lettuce leaves, cherry tomatoes and cucumber for dinner. As you challenge your wife’s decision making skills you cannot help but remember what happened involving a cucumber when you were younger:
1. You are a young imp, spending the day with your skinny cousins who for some pathetic reason eat a lot of cucumber
2. You are all running around and panting for breath and the whole room stinks of cucumber thanks to the smell exuding from their rotten infantile mouths
3. After a few hours of inhaling this grotesque smell you become dizzy and pass out only to be awoken by your lard-arse Aunty waving a cucumber in your face as she tries to resuscitate you with gross cucumber breath in your mouth
4.You puke in her fat mouth and the cucumber drops from her plump hand and smashes you in the balls
As you are sat in the garden the next morning feeling flaccid thanks to your wife you cannot help but become incensed by your neighbours deplorable wind chimes. To take your mind off this pathetic noise pollution you nurture your fragrant English Rose. The magnificent English Rose requires an abundance of water, loves full sun, prefers a well-drained soil and is best pruned early spring. It’s a hardy perennial which will send a nervous shiver down your futile spine as you eagerly await bloom. Considered England’s national flower you should ensure you remove any deadwood and suckers which appear at the base of this glorious flower asap.
Your useless little brain should be aware that if you catch yourself on a Rose thorn you should seek medical attention if the wound shows any signs of infection. The mould and fungus found on Rose thorns carries a disease known as Sporotrichosis, which if left untreated can lead to joint, lung and brain complications.
As you're pruning away like a weak wilderbeest whilst angrily glancing at your pubescent neighbours wind chimes it’s obvious you will prick yourself on a Rose thorn and end up naked in a hospital bed.
As you're pruning away like a weak wilderbeest whilst angrily glancing at your pubescent neighbours wind chimes it’s obvious you will prick yourself on a Rose thorn and end up naked in a hospital bed.
As you lay there like a horny supermodel with schnapps in hand whilst lying to judgemental immediate family, you will not be best pleased when your simpleton neighbour drops by with a bunch or Orange Roses. You should quickly pick your hairy bottom hole to make yourself less alluring as these are traditionally regarded as a symbol of wanting to be more than just friends...
Next time your livid neighbour arrives home to find you starkers from the waist down refereeing a naked sumo wrestling tournament in his jacuzzi why not diffuse the situation by performing a round house kick on his bird bath.