Dont let Jumper become a handbag!

Oh my goodness but Jumper has gone walk about into the sunset and the Kangaroo hunting season is about to begin!

I guess I was just a bit insensitive with my remark that:

"Kangaroos are not generally held to be the sharpest tools in the box and are often a bit punchy, what with the boxing and all".

What do you expect? I was few margaritas west of full sobrietry and tact after a heavy evening down at the "Plastic Palace" night club. (This club has taken over from Sapa's "Ice Palace" club which didn't last after all its business melted away. The Plastic Palace is made of seriously non biodegradeable material so it's in business for the long run.)

As soon as I made my remark above, Jumper simply sprung up and bounded through the window ignoring the plate glass (see what I mean about being punchy and all) and was last seen heading into the sunset. He's not only a bit dim but also a bit too quick to take offense if you ask me. If only Betsy had been here this would never have happened - she would have quickly defused the tension with a rapid riposte such as "And you are pretty stupid too Aardvark" or something similar and equally quick witted.

Jumper couldn't have picked a worse time of year!

The deserts of Turkmenistan will soon be full of raging Turkmen with the killing urge chasing after the many wild kangaroos that have escaped from the kangaroo plantations run by the Aussie immigrants.

Jumper may be not not too bright and rather upset but he's not the wild type. Generally, he's more of a stay at home and watch TV, drink the odd beer and do the housework sort of kangaroo. It won't be at all fair if he ends up as a camel skin handbag with his head stuck on some Turkmen's trophy wall.

So he needs to keep his head down and to watch out for Turkmen hunters waving Kalashnikovs, riding akhalteke horses or driving Hummers and generally shooting anything that jumps.

Sapa may also be out there enaging in the national sport although he normally hunts from an Apache firing Maverick missiles provided to him as goodwill gesture by you-may-well-know-who-but-I'm-not-naming-names.

So if you see Jumper, tell him to come home and that he doesn't have to pay for the window. (I'm sure that's been playing on his mind, what with all the lacerations on his nose to remind him.)

Let's keep Jumper from becoming a kangaroo skin wall map!