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Oh yes, and compulsory ferret-legging down the pub on Tuesday evenings, for the tourist trade tha’ knows. Ferret-legging? Rachel looked at him incredulously. Yup. You tie your kilt up around your knees with duct tape—as you probably know, no Yorkshireman would be seen dead wearing anything under his sporran—and take a ferret by the scruff of his neck. A ferret, that’s like, uh, a bit like a mink. Only less friendly. It’s a young man’s initiation rite; you stick the ferret where the sun doesn’t shine and dance the furry dance to the tune of a balalaika. Last man standing and all that, kind of like the ancient Boer aardvark-kissing competition. Martin shuddered dramatically. I hate ferrets. The bloody things bite like a cask-strength single malt without the nice after-effects.
Oh yes, and compulsory ferret-legging down the pub on Tuesday evenings, for the tourist trade tha’ knows. Ferret-legging? Rachel looked at him incredulously. Yup. You tie your kilt up around your knees with duct tape—as you probably know, no Yorkshireman would be seen dead wearing anything under his sporran—and take a ferret by the scruff of his neck. A ferret, that’s like, uh, a bit like a mink. Only less friendly. It’s a young man’s initiation rite; you stick the ferret where the sun doesn’t shine and dance the furry dance to the tune of a balalaika. Last man standing and all that, kind of like the ancient Boer aardvark-kissing competition. Martin shuddered dramatically. I hate ferrets. The bloody things bite like a cask-strength single malt without the nice after-effects.
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