That's genuine quality right there. It makes Redlambs' stuff look academic.
At least you are talking about me! I agree btwole_gunner said:That's genuine quality right there. It makes Redlambs' stuff look academic.
Cheers man, I was concerned that one was slightly ropey...kf said:predicament/Dipper cnut
fecking genius mate!
“Boa tarde,” said the nauseating link-man,
(Which means ‘Good evening’, not ‘The snake’s a spastic’);
Pissing bastard quimflaps, cockbiscuit!They trooped back in, lamenting, “Just our luck,
The Sign’s been on the roof the whole time! Shit!
Damn it, bloody hell, this sodding sucks,
Cocking wanking frigging twatting tit;
cnuting arses, bollocks, bugger, feck,
Pissing bastard quimflaps, cockbiscuit…”
Thus did the gang express their sad regrets,
Like MacEnroe, in traffic, with Tourettes.
I think Lord Byron himself might have been proud of this. He was a gay fecker after all.O whitest Snow, how black you are at heart!
(That’s racist); for you make the dreary world
A blank new canvass, primed for vibrant art,
A virgin future, flawlessly unfurled;
A second chance at childhood! A fresh start!
But then you melt, and back our souls are hurled
To jobs and duties, borrowings and spendings,
And council-tax, and shopping-lists, and endings.
Now you're getting all autobiographical. I can understand your angst. What with being almost murdered by your mother and having part of your knob chopped off.When I was just a tiny boy, my mum
Once took me up a hill, upon a sledge;
So far, so good. She then did something dumb,
And left me free, to slide over the edge;
I slammed into a tree, and broke my thumb -
I’m fortunate I wasn’t left a veg;
Why did she leave me? So that she could natter
To some daft bint, re shit that doesn’t matter.
Creamed David Seaman, as a kind of pun
77 said:I gave up after two lines... what's it about...?
Read it, it is excellenttopper said:can somebody summarise the bloody thing please