a true story by all accounts

parmopooly · **Posted:** Fri Jan 09, 2009 4:16 pm

One summer, I went to see. andi peters get a jam doughnut rammed up his new tenor saxophone in the orchestra Woodwind section guffawed. Meanwhile, Lord Coe.. came across a plot of land Such virility from an ex tory Amoss fan, that smelt like a lost its blades. 'What next?' said.... the Chinese shopper. My noodles are.... all knotted up Said the Bishop whilst counting his curds and whey and slurping cum dancing with me and my spider wriggling inside her fish stenched fanny.
Then along came Jan Budtz counting Barrett's goals conceded and a partridge Aha said Alan Sugar, my tea is cold, you're Bond, James Bond Shaken but not completely jismed out
Out, brief candle in the wind the Willows wind. Moley had been digging the dirt and found one hell of a clean sheet from inside his mates packet of three Steve Marriotts band aid was infected with a rhythm a salsa rythm.. from which he plucked out a 4th round draw which took him beyond the realm into a vortex piggy wiggy jiggy of saline interference At Emmerdale Farm wearing wellies, 4sheep while texting badly a message 2ewe Rudi, special message for a special
dave from rivals Sheridan doesn't mention the frozen pitch was a blessing because he hates Darlo, but that’s football again innit.
Or maybe not. with any luck they'll go bust reduction surgery and not much left to grab hold for safety reasons to be fearful of minge gravy and other filth ridden whores pants full of ants Bessie's Yorkshire Puddings what a euphemism!
Meanwhile, back at old mother hubbard's -drugs in cupboards with hidden skeletons at the feast of Valhalla attendees such as Lief breakfast was served by Scrabble enthusiasts shuffling their letters with great originality someone spilt omelette Over Les Dennis who loves Neil despite his moonwalking golden labrador, Fido whose nauseous habits include shagging Rabbits according to Cornelius Master of Nuns with big labia rosemary gardens, sage while Herb Alpert and Lani Hall of the mountain next to the spaceship playing music of the planets jupiter and Uranus was really sore finger, nobby long
Hey, what's that? said the Bishop curiously. Is it poolie of kent? checking trainline, or TPP in hiding

threepintwonder · **Posted:** Fri Jan 09, 2009 4:20 pm

are you quoting shakespeare by chance? :laugh:

Mr Creosote · **Joined:** Thu Jun 05, 2008 11:05 pm **Posts:** 1887

Brilliant. You dont get this stuff on 606.

Hawklord · **Joined:** Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:27 pm **Posts:** 3115

No doubt about it, it is truly a classic.
It is every bit as good as 'At Swim-Two-Birds' by Flann O'Brien if anyone has ever attempted to read that.
Yes, I believe they will be reading that for their English Lit Masters in a couple of years.

Obafemi Obsession · **Posted:** Fri Jan 09, 2009 10:54 pm

parmopooly wrote:

One summer, I went to see. andi peters get a jam doughnut rammed up his new tenor saxophone in the orchestra Woodwind section guffawed. Meanwhile, Lord Coe.. came across a plot of land Such virility from an ex tory Amoss fan, that smelt like a lost its blades. 'What next?' said.... the Chinese shopper. My noodles are.... all knotted up Said the Bishop whilst counting his curds and whey and slurping cum dancing with me and my spider wriggling inside her fish stenched fanny.
Then along came Jan Budtz counting Barrett's goals conceded and a partridge Aha said Alan Sugar, my tea is cold, you're Bond, James Bond Shaken but not completely jismed out
Out, brief candle in the wind the Willows wind. Moley had been digging the dirt and found one hell of a clean sheet from inside his mates packet of three Steve Marriotts band aid was infected with a rhythm a salsa rythm.. from which he plucked out a 4th round draw which took him beyond the realm into a vortex piggy wiggy jiggy of saline interference At Emmerdale Farm wearing wellies, 4sheep while texting badly a message 2ewe Rudi, special message for a special
dave from rivals Sheridan doesn't mention the frozen pitch was a blessing because he hates Darlo, but that’s football again innit.
Or maybe not. with any luck they'll go bust reduction surgery and not much left to grab hold for safety reasons to be fearful of minge gravy and other filth ridden whores pants full of ants Bessie's Yorkshire Puddings what a euphemism!
Meanwhile, back at old mother hubbard's -drugs in cupboards with hidden skeletons at the feast of Valhalla attendees such as Lief breakfast was served by Scrabble enthusiasts shuffling their letters with great originality someone spilt omelette Over Les Dennis who loves Neil despite his moonwalking golden labrador, Fido whose nauseous habits include shagging Rabbits according to Cornelius Master of Nuns with big labia rosemary gardens, sage while Herb Alpert and Lani Hall of the mountain next to the spaceship playing music of the planets jupiter and Uranus was really sore finger, nobby long
Hey, what's that? said the Bishop curiously. Is it poolie of kent? checking trainline, or TPP in hiding

Does that only make sense if you're tripping?

threepintwonder · **Posted:** Fri Jan 09, 2009 10:56 pm

it's taken from the mail :laugh:

Bluetooth · **Joined:** Sun Apr 27, 2008 7:11 pm **Posts:** 614

threepintwonder wrote:

it's taken from the mail :laugh:

the spelling and grammer is of too good a standard surely?

Hawklord · **Joined:** Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:27 pm **Posts:** 3115

Obafemi Obsession wrote:

Does that only make sense if you're tripping?

Made perfect sense to me, like :uhoh:

a true story by all accounts

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