Some towns just have pigeons and gulls and things. Some towns
don't even weigh their mayor each year to see if he's getting fat on
the public purse. This is High Wycombe; we do things differently here.
"Don't mess with me, sunshine. I've survived mallard drakes' mating
habits."
(Photographed through the window of the Mad Squirrel on Church
Street.)
Apparently Gary Larson feels an "emotional cost" when people dare to
put his twenty-year-old cartoons on the dreaded Internet without
paying him, so I won't. Instead I'll link to people who've already
done it:
this one
or indeed
this one.
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