You've made your Bed; Now Eat it (pt 2)

More rhubarb and custard than Porridge (and then, more Spitting Image than Going Straight) All your Scared Cows will, get sent to the slaughter after all you'll be wearing them on your feet and stuffing them in for fuel in no time at all when they barely contain any horse sure did, back the wrong horse this time. Oh, and if you've seen me, you might recall my pondering ; where have all the leighannes gone? like perkins and jenkins but surely THEY can't be out the gene pool yet? they were only around five minutes ago. The answer came today: There. they're all cooped up with the psoraisus.