The Other Coast by Adrian Raeside for May 14, 2024

This is why I volunteer giving English lessons to prison inmates. To prevent situations like this…

It seems as if Carl is not able to read and if he has not enough sausages at hand to do this special job propperly.

I wish something like this would happen to all thieves!

I hope he didn’t give them indigestion.

See? This is why we is teach all cubs to learning Englees. It help when we stealing foods from cars.

It was also the day that Carl decided to learn to read.

Carl was tasty but chewy, but dogs enjoy chewing anyway.

There is also one thing I wonder about: you can order guard dogs just like pizza and get them delivered? ;-D Especially such fierce looking ones?

Carl’s last day.

Of the use of learning to read

Guess he can’t read.

Comeuppance personified.

I feel sorry for Carl.

Let’s rearrange the words to “Car thief Carl’s last day”.

Apparently Carl doesn’t read well.

Those look like Sylvia’s “Dogs from Hell,” lying in wait for miscreants. All they lack is a sign on the truck saying “Unguarded expensive portable electronic devices inside!” or “Valuable truck, key in ignition!”

Well here’s a good school poster on “The importance of learning to read”.

I prefer trunk monkeys.

Carl’s last word was “Havoc!”

Theatrically prancing like that with a crowbar in the hand is making it look like there’s a hidden camera. Or even an obvious camera and film crew close by.

“Anticipation….” Some people just cannot read the room. And some just can’t read.

A burglar broke into a house one night. He shined his flashlight around, looking for valuables when a voice in the dark said, ‘Jesus knows you’re here.’

He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight off, and froze. When he heard nothing more, after a bit, he shook his head and continued. Just as he pulled the stereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he heard a voice….say, ‘Jesus is watching you.’

Freaked out, he shined his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice. Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot. ‘Did you say that?’ he hissed at the parrot.

‘Yep’, the parrot confessed, then squawked, ‘I’m just trying to warn you that he is watching you.’ The burglar relaxed. ‘Warn me, huh? Who in the world are you?’

‘I’m Moses.’ replied the bird.

‘Moses?’ the burglar laughed. ‘What kind of people would name a bird Moses?’

‘The same kind of people that would name their Rottweiler Jesus.’

Such good ideas so far! :-))