There is evidence on this forum that one or two have succeeded.henry quirk wrote:Space rats...space rats with huge, swollen, members...they're a dying race, you see, and they've come to mate with our women.
I'm not a pheasant plucker,marjoram_blues wrote:Perhaps a perfectly present pleasant peasant ?
I'm a pheasant plucker's son
And I'm only plucking pheasants
Till the pheasant plucker comes.
With regard to what fell from the sky: it was a brief shower of cheese crackers and a used copy of the Highway Code. Which is quite unusual for a Thursday.