BILLY MANGO |
What for? My grampy’s picking me up outside spa in ten minutes |
Don't
need to - my mum GAVE me one! |
I’ll have a McChicken sandwidge meal please – but no chicken or salad…. Just baps! |
impressionism |
…… M.I.A. – The Swiss Knife Crisis 1789 – Army arsenal generously described as ‘inadequate’ |
Me and my brother played some gypo’s once, at pitch and toss for a dead rat |
The results are inconclusive, although it’s looking more like (a+) herpes! |
I dun call Smitt a mong – that was fun! I played ‘steal Dan’s fags and blame it on Tesh’ – that was fun too. I played I ‘hide my salad dressing in Shakeys bag’ which wasn’t fun cause he caught me, but then he chastised my buttox with an implement he had in a secret compartment of his council briefcase ……………… and that WAS fun!!!!!!!!!!! |
Certainly not pies and chips; they dun got lots a those bitches!!! |
Um, it’s a tiny muscle that opens and closes your japseye when necessary |
Small stumpy fella’s with hairy toes (fuck eye, this IQ test is a piece a piss!) |
Minge bap |
Chekov/Bakersdozen (I am quite a culture vulture you know!) |
Cling/micro
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Danny Devito, Wayne Sleep, and I do believe Sandy Toxvig |
A blue movie off Paul – what a con! Lot’s of pink, some black and white colours, and quite a substantial amount of throbbing purple, but no fucking blue in sight?! |
My mum, my dad, and my dad’s half-brother – lets get this DNA test sorted out once and for all!!!! |
lifeless |
…. All alone in the moonlight, we remember the old gays, like foxy and his rent boy steeeeeeeeeevooooooooooooh
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Cricket?! What the fucks cricket got to do with anything? It’s just crown green bowl with weapons |
Puck – dec86 – Grange Memorial Hall!!
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Seal clubbing
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The rose bowl, with Vera Botticelli. Boy what a pair a lungs! |
CRICKET IS RUBBISH AND FOR GIRLS!!!! |
THEY’RE ALL SHIT, LIKE CRICKET – I want a blue pill mummy……….
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Running up behind Dan and secretly inseminating him
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Hypnotising a king cobra, with the express intention of instructing it to run up behind Dan and inseminate him
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Darjeling
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they’re broad minded and flexible |
I AM NOT A BUMBOY!!!! |
A moth lover |
There was a young lady called Gilly
Who bore a young tyke named Billy.
He grew up to be strong,
As his arms were so long
Unlike the size of his cock
Which was no longer than a lemming’s epitaph. But he did have a very special power which was ‘plughole pubic hair basket weaving’
He currently lives in staines with his nanna and bampy…..
…… who died in 1993.
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