Only moments ago, I was being your usual sad single Facebook-er of an evening and arsing about on one of the many mini-game applications that generously manage to congest my Facebook profile, and something amusing occurred. My very own FAIL.

I had to post it here for everyone’s enjoyment.

Either the programmers have no grasp of the basics of biology or they’ve been seriously tripping their tits off for the past decade. Actually, both of those statements are probably true.

As a child in Devon I often used to see sheep shaped like aubergines