Anonymous said...
It is interesting to think about what might be in Camp Mother's handbag.
His begging cup and a crumpled piece of paper he calls a petition, also a pencil, well worn down from signing the petition so many times, himself. No doubt the daily paper, to see if he's made the news, and of course, a supply of names in the death notices. Great for when you can't think up any more names yourself.
What else do you suppose is in there?
Possibly a spare pair of knickers, for after he's read his mail from the lawyers.
I understand campkent also has sunglasses in his handbag, because some of the publicity of late hasn't been the best, what with him being called a hate-site messiah, he likes to carefully read the paper wearing his sunglasses so that he won't be recognised under that bridge he's had to move to since he got his first lawyer's bill.
I am concerned however about the petition because supergoose in his urine and faecal matter experiments has done some nasty things to that bit of paper covered in Xs, to the point where it can now easily be mistaken for a much used toilet tissue. I don't know what the minister will think when campkent finally gets out from under that bridge and trys crawling up the steps of Parliament grasping, like it was his breath, that faecal-stained, urine-soaked petition.
One should mention the address book that Camp Mother keeps in his handbag. Although somewhat soggy from the goose's waste products, names and numbers can still be read. No one is forgotten. Every visitor dropping into his playground leaves a nice little number, an IP (no that is not supergoose's catch phrase)
ReplyDeleteAs Camp Mother is also camp administrator, he gets to remember everyone who drops by. Finding the ISP from the IP is a simple task (well it would have to be wouldn't it, for Camp Mother to do it), and hey presto, Camp Mother gets to note you, forever, in that pink floral address book! Isn't that sweet.