You've not seen your neighbour's dog today: Proof that immigrants are eating pets where you live

By ‘gammon’ Roy Hobbs

TRUMP wasn’t lying about immigrants eating pets. They’ve been doing it in Britain for years, and there’s a mountain of evidence if you know where to look. Such as this…

It’s a small step from a carp to a labrador  

Carp is a delicacy in Poland so some Poles in the UK, who admittedly didn’t understand the law, started eating them. But the way I see it, if they’re happy to pull a fish out of a river, they’ll be happy to haul a labrador out of your garden, and the next thing Luna knows is she’s in the oven with sage and onion stuffing up her bum. 

You haven’t seen your neighbour’s dog today

If a neighbour owns a dog you’ll see it frequently, so if you don’t the most logical explanation is that immigrants have eaten it. Lefties will say it might be going for a walk, at the vet’s or unfortunately have died of old age, but they’re in denial about Britain becoming a multicultural hellhole of weird ethnic practices like wearing scarves.

Chinese restaurants

Ever since Chinese restaurants, or ‘Chinkies’ to give them their correct name, started appearing in the 1970s everyone has known they abduct cats. It’s such common knowledge even racist comedians made jokes about it. Also, ‘chow’ means dog in Chinese. Well, actually it doesn’t but there are dogs called Chow Chows. That’s good enough for me.  

Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom

Hollywood wouldn’t take the risk of showing something historically inaccurate, so the banquet scene set in 1935 would have been 100 per cent factually correct. Eyeball soup, chilled monkey brains, ‘snake surprise’ – all beyond disgusting but a typical Indian meal, apparently. If an Indian immigrant sees your pet boa constrictor they’re bound to steal it for some snake stuffed with live eels like mum used to make. 

We ‘know’ immigrants eat swans 

There was some debate as to whether this actually happened, due to the confused nature of the reporting by The Sun. However everyone I know thinks it did so that means we’ve democratically voted it true. Eating a noble, beautiful, friendly swan makes you no better than a beast yourself, but it’s all you can expect from primitive nations. Obviously if the Queen did it or King Charles fancies a nibble on his own swans, then it’s really just like eating chicken. 

Gerbils make great ‘fun food’ for kids

Ever had a gerbil escape, never to be found again? It’s probably been eaten by an immigrant child. People have been known to eat gerbils in the Middle East and Africa, and their size and cuteness makes them ideal fun snacks for your kid’s lunchbox. I’ve not actually heard of this happening, but the fact that it is possible makes it likely immigrants are doing it.

It’s hard to get hold of tigers for butter

Tiger butter is a delicacy on the Indian Subcontinent, according to The Story of Little Black Sambo. However in civilised countries tigers can only be kept in cages in zoos, so immigrants will steal another animal that can run fast, probably greyhounds. It breaks my heart to think of those poor doggies being made to run faster and faster round a tree until they transmute into ghee, but this is what we get for being too woke to carry out mass deportations at gunpoint.

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Family hold opening ceremony to commence annual 'Can we turn the heating on?' battle

A HOUSEHOLD is holding a ceremony to officially mark the start of months of competitive heating-related feuding.

The Shaw family of Cheam want to create a sense of occasion and mutual respect between rivals before getting down to the ruthless struggle for victory over how warm the house is. 

Mum Ellie Shaw said: “The ceremony will open with an impressive ‘Parade of the Jumpers’ in which our children make a meal of putting them on to symbolise the unpleasantness of doing that instead of whacking up the heating to Venusian temperatures.

“At the centre of events will be the eternal flame – the boiler pilot light – which my husband has on many occasions threatened to put out completely if we don’t stop telling him not to be a tightarse and just put the sodding heating on.

“We will then perform an interpretive dance display. I will mime flatly refusing to purchase thermal underwear, because it’s stupid, while my husband Ian will visibly shiver in a T-shirt and boxer shorts despite claiming he is ‘roasting’.

“At this point he will raise the smart meter to the heavens, symbolising the stratospheric cost of a 20-minute blast on the heating while I implore him to at least put it on 22.” 

She added: “We’re getting Clare Balding to commentate. She’s known for sport but her real passion is thermostats.”