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07-28-2011, 10:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-01-2022, 01:00 AM by Fearless Community.
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Oh yeah I forgot, there was this one time back in the Jolly Roger..
So I'd just woken up and me and the George's went to grab some Sallys (kippers) for breakfast, before heading down to Samoan Joes. Now, we thought this was a regular battlecruiser, but as it turned out, it was a Samoan nuclear sub. Anyway, we plonk our behinds down on Mary's stacks, and holler to the beast, "Oi, fetch us a refreshing drink". So, instead of coming out with a pint as I expect, he brings me some giant tree in a glass. This wasn't a ping pong tiddly, this was a damn rainforest in a glass. You could fall in love with an orangutan in that. So anyway, I return it and ask for America's Gold (Coke) before we hop off down to the Devil's Torment (work).
Now, we all work together we do. We manage a gentleman's sinkhole (bookies) and take bets. Now, then these two plonkers with pumpin' irons (shotguns) walk in and demand the money. But, as fate has it, all bets are off. We tell 'em that, but being the plonkers they are, don't understand that if all bets are off, then there can't be any more in the damned bookies. So anyway, I grab the shotgun, shoot a shot at em and pull down the security screens. These two plonkers make a runner, but it's ok - They'd just blagged our bookies, and our boss wasn't too happy about that, so 'e sent down a monkey and a midget to go sort em out (One lad who sneaks in, one big lad, who in this case was a bit of a Northern Monkey, with a gun).
Anyway, as I walk out at the end of the day, I sidestep a falling plane. Sucker could've killed me, do pilots even do anything nowadays worth payin'?
So I'd just woken up and me and the George's went to grab some Sallys (kippers) for breakfast, before heading down to Samoan Joes. Now, we thought this was a regular battlecruiser, but as it turned out, it was a Samoan nuclear sub. Anyway, we plonk our behinds down on Mary's stacks, and holler to the beast, "Oi, fetch us a refreshing drink". So, instead of coming out with a pint as I expect, he brings me some giant tree in a glass. This wasn't a ping pong tiddly, this was a damn rainforest in a glass. You could fall in love with an orangutan in that. So anyway, I return it and ask for America's Gold (Coke) before we hop off down to the Devil's Torment (work).
Now, we all work together we do. We manage a gentleman's sinkhole (bookies) and take bets. Now, then these two plonkers with pumpin' irons (shotguns) walk in and demand the money. But, as fate has it, all bets are off. We tell 'em that, but being the plonkers they are, don't understand that if all bets are off, then there can't be any more in the damned bookies. So anyway, I grab the shotgun, shoot a shot at em and pull down the security screens. These two plonkers make a runner, but it's ok - They'd just blagged our bookies, and our boss wasn't too happy about that, so 'e sent down a monkey and a midget to go sort em out (One lad who sneaks in, one big lad, who in this case was a bit of a Northern Monkey, with a gun).
Anyway, as I walk out at the end of the day, I sidestep a falling plane. Sucker could've killed me, do pilots even do anything nowadays worth payin'?