by el_timmo » Mon Oct 30, 2006 3:20 pm
muchas gracias a todo el mundo
The reason I asked for a Siberian Tiger and a sausage roll is that they are two things that were on my mind since the Siberian Tiger and sausage roll incidents on October 30th 1981 happened on the same day as my birthday.
Phil the Siberian Tiger was a part of the International Mountain Rescue Team (IMRT) on duty on the night of October 30th 1981. A distress call was received at his station on Mt Hololologrenk in Upper Distended Florida (a Siberian mountain town). Apparently the distress call received was to rescue a 12 year old Mountain Lion named Gary. Now Siberian Tigers and mountain lions are notoriously the worst enemies, and Phil was torn between his duty to the international community, and his duty to the International Brotherhood of Siberian Tigers (a secret organisation a bit like the Freemasons, except the IBST actually does have their members in prominent places in governments all around the world, except Fiji)
Anyway, Phil decided to go with the international community since he was still pissed off at having to suffer the humiliation of being painted like a Bengal Tiger for reaching late at one of the secret meetings, which wasn't his fault because the meetings are so secret, nobody knows where the meeting is until they actually get there (it's a long story, and plus, I've been sworn to secrecy) So Phil set out on his snowmobile to find this Mountain Lion called Gary, and called his bro, Tim for backup. When they arrived at the scene of the incident (they managed to track Gary down because, although Siberian tigers do not have such a keen sense of smell, Mountain Lions just plain stink, so even a butterfly could have tracked down that dirty horrible animal) they saw Gary hanging off a cliff wby his claws, and slowly slipping down. Phil immediately leapt to his rescue, but overleapt and managed to fall even further than Gary.
Tim decided to do the sensible thing, and instead of leaping to the rescue, calmly got his climbing harness out, smoked a spliff (he was afraid of heights) and saved Gary. He then turned his snowmobile into a helicopter, flew down to Phil and rescued him, and then took them both back to the rescue lodge.
Phil and Tim were awarded for felineitarian work, and given the OFC (Order of the Flying Crab)
Since then, Tim has been my hero, and as my namesake, I have always respected him. So, I have always wanted a Siberian Tiger, but not one named Tim because I could never have my namesake in captivity, so I decided I wanted Phil instead.
As for the sausage roll incident, it doesn't exist. I would have just triedt o make up a silly story, but it would have been so unbelievable that nobody would have believed me, and you would have all thought I was crazy. I was just feeling for a sausage roll this morning, that's all.