and the one's that deal drugs are 'hash puppies'
and when they have taken drugs.. is that rush hour?
How does the bloke on the speaking clock know its the right time?
I was just bimbling along and noticed this rather interesting thread: I thought I might clarify the initial question...
Do Huskies mush? Indeed they do, especially when hit by a Burberry- clad Inuit 'boy racer ' on a souped up Vauxhall Nova jet-ski. I'm reliably informed that this hardy breed of dog, which all of us love to imagine pulling an intrepid explorer across snow covered wilderness, is on the verge of extinction due to excessive cross breed ing with Pit Bulls. Yes, it appears that what was fashionable in the drug dealing meanstreets of Britain yesterday is fashionable in the wastes of Northern Canada today. Indeed, although there are no drugs to speak of, Polar Bear smuggling has reached epic proportions (the main difference being that they are harder to hide up your backside). The Pit Bull cross Husky was found to be not quite as good at hauling a sled but much better at ripping the throats out of Arctic wildlife. They could also be let out on their own to sort out the excess of those cute little baby seals while the men who previously wielded the clubs stayed at home and watched Northern Exposure on TV, free from the photographers who used to follow their every move. Indeed, times have changed in the frozen North: young Inuit men still hunt beaver, but these days it is a different kind to that hunted by their forefathers. Chav culture is now so endemic that there is a move to change the name of the native people from Inuit to ''Innit' and a decorated seal skin does not get as much street cred as a decorated foreskin. The Hudson Bay Trading Company has ceased trading furs and blankets but does a nice line in hoodies, white trainers and dangly earrings. Meanwhile, the good old Husky is becoming a thing of memory...
...but before it went, it did give its name to a rather nifty car, one of which I was was proud to own: the Hillman Husky. The Hillman Husky didn't go mush but a rather pathetic 'phut, phut', that is when its 1265cc engine could be persuaded to start at all. Mine was rather temperamental and I could never be sure to arrive anywhere on time. I remember taking the barmaid from the local on a day trip to Rhyl. For once the Husky went all the way: the rub was that the barmaid didn't.
Anyway, looks like Huskies of all kinds are doomed to the mush of history...
Of course, all of the above is absaloutely true...
Brilliant, just brilliant.
One of the best posts that I have read in a very long while.