Carl's singing in the rain

SICK BAG
(Source: ioffer.com/i/prada-vitello-crocodile-tote-bag)

I'm not really singing in the rain.  The Keeper made me say that.  He's in a shitty mood for getting soggy trousers from walking home in the rain at lunchtime.  Keeps saying he's going to put me out in the sodden rooftop garden with Gnomeo.  Gnomeo is the Keeper's gnome and therefore a twerp, as established previously (see June 8 blog).  It's not the rain I mind, you see.  It's that gnome.

I just don't get it.

Rain is not really a problem for crocs.  Nothing much is, except for Prada.  Prada is the name of every crocodile's nemesis.  It's like Satan for humans; only Satan doesn't turn humans into fashion accessories for twerps.  That is the ultimate humiliation.  Check out that blue abomination above.  If they were gonna use any skin, you'd think they'd go for Zippy out of Rainbow.  My Keeper says you can get Zippy bags, too, so I spose there's some comfort in that.

So apparently, there's what you might call a drought in England at the moment.  Or parts of it at least.  When I mention that to the Keeper, he keeps making these menacing gestures towards the window to the rooftop garden.  Doesn't look like he's in a singing mood neither.

Stay dry,


Carl