Slight thread drift... years ago I had business dealings with a chap who dealt in companion animals ( pets, to you and I)
He liked a ( larger than usual) drink on Saturday after work, and took his snake collection to the local pub which was a 30 second walk from his shop. He kept them in a hessian sack. After a gallon of ale they would be passed around the pub ( no naming no shaming but it was a rough place at the best of times).
He never realised one was missing until the stink in his car. The skeletal remains were discovered in the roof lining.
You couldn't make it up, and that's Only one of the many true stories I could tell about this character.
RIP
Last edited by: legacylad on Thu 25 May 17 at 22:36
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