Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Jill serves Donald a rare dish.


Again I have found a most interesting subject. I confess, I was not going to post anything tonight and have a bit of a break. However, I found a crazy story. You know when you find something that is so mind boggling you just have to comment, well this is it. I will set it up first.


A man and his wife had been married for 21 years. That is quite a feat today, especially when you consider the divorce rate. I mean, why wait for it to get this bad before you attempt something like this. The couple lived in Newton Mearns which is just out of Glasgow, Scotland. The wife, Jill Martin it seems had an extreme dislike for her husband, Donald. Now there are times when you don't like someone and of course you voice your opinion to others and have a big abuse session about that person. Then of course there are times when you actually confront the person you have a problem with and let them know in no uncertain terms that you dislike them. I believe this happened with the couple mentioned. Jill claims she was subjected to 5 years of mental abuse from Donald. I don't know of many people who would take revenge in a fashion quite like this.


Jill, after finding out that her estranged husband was coming over, prepared dinner for him. This in itself is kind of a affectionate gesture. Now you must remember that things had degenerated for the formally loving couple and it came to this. What would you do, if your formally loving wife started laughing uncontrollably after you started eating? Would you just keep eating and wonder what was up or would you become suspicious? I have heard, and I suppose it is a bit of an urban legend, possibly, about being served cat, or dog when you thought you were eating sweet and sour pork. However poor Donald was not being served cat. He was being served dog. Well not really dog either. I would say more like dog food. Except with a twist. Donald was being served dog doo, disguised as a curry dish. Yes Donald was eating uh, poo. Very classy.


"Would you like salt with that?"


Jill started laughing after Donald consumed a couple of bites and told him it was laced with arsenic. It wasn't though. It was excrement from a dog. I mean can you imagine preparing this kind of delectable delight? You know, add a dash of salt, some curry powder, a pinch of parsley, oh and a glob of..... yeah. Very nice. Not really. The judge has not quite decided what kind of sentence to levy on Jill Martin. What kind of punishment would she deserve?


Have a nice day. Have a nice lunch. Have a nice dinner. Good job Jill, or should I say, you served a nice job?


Woof.


9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Put it past me to be the first one to comment! There was a time I thought of doing much the same thing but I couldn’t stomach the thought of mixing and stirring and whatever else I would have to do in the process. And then there was the dilemma of deciding whether to use fresh or stale, our dogs excrement or the neighbors.....maybe a stranger's dog? eeeewwwwwww

Personally, I think her meals should be "SHIPPED HIGH IN TRANSIT"

Jill and her husband were estranged so she was no longer in that abusive situation. It was purely a case of revenge and being as she wasn't adverse to gathering excrement......well that seems to be the perfect penalty for the offense.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it!

AV

Anonymous said...

I'm glad there's nothing else sticking to your story!!

Anonymous said...

Me too Psam!!

Anonymous said...

av
waht a smelly thought

Anonymous said...

THAT IS DISGUSTING.......

Yuk

dost

Anonymous said...

Actually I have been thinking about an intelligent comment on this post.

Took me two days but here it is.

In China they serve dog meat which doesn't sound too bad, however, the real Chinese won't eat it because dogs feed on other dogs doggy poo. You can imagine what the dog meat tastes like.

Also another intelligent thought was a cartoon I saw in the paper about this guy who was feeling really down and in dispair. He said that he felt so low that " If Crud was a person and it wore shoes, then he would be Crud on Crud's shoes."

Can you get any lower than that.

Chanks,,,, you finally hit rock bottom.

Lets hope you can raise it up a notch on the next post. Put some thought into it......... I know you can come up with something.

Anonymous said...

This post was BRILLIANT!! Anybody who wants to complain about it will probably be punished by karmic law the next time they step in a pile of something and don't notice it stuck to the bottom of their shoes until they get into their car and notice a strange smell coming from the upholstery. Do not question chankslee's propensity for making sure that everybody has an understanding of the things that most people cause to be tabooed because they believe they're too offensive to talk about.
One of the worst things about becoming an old person is that you need help dealing with things that you're so embarrassed and humiliated about that you're ashamed to talk about it. If you get used to those things early in life, then you won't have an excruciating golden age. Furthermore, if you don't think of those things as unmentionable, then you'll make it easier for the old people in your life to feel like they can still be happy and proud in their lives.
My grandpa lived with me for over a year recently. He went out all the time for long walks. He'd be gone for hours. When he'd get back, he'd look at me and chuckle and have a slightly sheepish grin and tell me he had to hurry home to "clean himself up" because his leg was covered in it. I put some of his clothing in the laundry for him sometimes. I smiled at him and laughed with him and made sure he didn't feel like he'd done anything he had to be embarrassed about, and I'm proud of that. He's a great guy, and he deserves to realize he's great, completely irrespective of his choice of places for bowel movements.
Long live pooh and long live the underside of our shoe!

Anonymous said...

Oh Psam....you are a treasure!! This blog and your post have really made my day. You've brought back lots of memories, good ones. I have a lump in my throat and a laugh in my heart. You are right Psam, it is a BRILLIANT post.

AV

Anonymous said...

Come on you guys......

There is nothing BRILIAMT about serving dog poo for dinner.

Chanks is having us all on.

He is probably sitting back there laughing about his choice of post and all you guys calling it brilliant!!!!!@@@@@@

WELL, well, w e l l , , ,

I wonder what his next post will be? Now that he has covered the eating part maybe it will be about FARTS, or BURPS, or who knows what????

Like,,,,, WHAT IF..... Everyone in the whole world farted at the same time in the same direction,,,, and someone was lighting up a cigarette when it happen.... Would that be the end of the world? Would we become a Star instead of a planet....... Waddya reckon

dooooooooogggost