Dog Muck Fan

They have to go, you know. Its natural.

Tread in one of Jasmin's turbo doggy-turds. That'll remind you you're still alive. You'll soon disabuse yourself of this notion that Dawlish is 'sterile'.

Anyone knows that if a new check-in opens, its fair game to sprint across even if you're at the back of a neighbouring queue. If its any consolation, when I used to work in Exeter - the bus pulled up at the 'wrong' place - I strolled over briskly and was on first. You should have heard the bad language from the OAPs who were slower. Presumably they wanted us all to meander over, as one, in ...

I would say there is virtually no chance of getting on the housing ladder in Dawlish. - unless you inherit. Even places full of common people like Starcross, Kingsteignton and Exminster are expensive.

Anywhere in Dawlish really. But you shouldn't because its really quite toxic and dangerous. Even slightly dim Dawlish parents should not allow their kids to do so, ....but you know mate, with a pinch of pepper and salt, a few lugs of olive oil, lovely, its pukka. Or ummmm, with roasted almonds, ......parsley and lemon juice - sweet ............, or, anchovies and peccorino cheese, ....they give ...

There once was an ugly duckling, with feathers all fluffy and brown. The other birds in so many words said, 'quack, get outta town' 'quack quack, get out, quack quack get out, quack quack, get out of town' So he went with a quack, and a waddle and a quack, and a very unhappy frown. Surprised people need to ask the source of this. Its not Nietzche.

Why don't you get white dog muck any more? There used to be loads in Dawlish - I miss it. Now it is all giant custardy turds. I'm a dog lover and I think that dogs should toilet where they like. How many times have I seen Dawlish Males, (probably Alex), taking a wizz under the railway bridge after a few too many pints. Once I saw a little old lady take a dump in Dawlish Brook.....off one of ...

Its only upsetting them because of the Adult's reaction. Left in their natural, feral state, kids love to play in Dog Muck, cow muck, silage. Getting a bit of chicken sh*t between the toes doesn't hurt. You clearly weren't brought up on a farm.