That's genuine quality right there. It makes Redlambs' stuff look academic.
ole_gunner said:That's genuine quality right there. It makes Redlambs' stuff look academic.
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’);
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.
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.
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...?
topper said:can somebody summarise the bloody thing please