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The 2 ronnies

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ladylol

ladylol Report 9 Mar 2011 11:04

nudge for daytime viewing x

ladylol

ladylol Report 8 Mar 2011 20:55

it really is harless british fun, but hardley seen now, i just copied this of facebook x x

Jane

Jane Report 8 Mar 2011 20:49

I have seen this before ,but It is just brilliant Laugh my sucking focks off every time I see it.( I hope I have put that the right way round )!!!!!!!.Brilliant British Humour.

PricklyHolly

PricklyHolly Report 8 Mar 2011 20:29

C&P'd quickly before this goes "Whoosh" along with CatterPuss!! lol x

ladylol

ladylol Report 8 Mar 2011 20:21

1960


This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters.

Rindercella and her sugly isters liv...ed in a marge lansion. Rindercella worked very hard frubbing scloors, emptying poss pits, and shivelling shot. At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered. The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One was called Mary Hinge, and the other was called Betty Swallocks; they were really forrible huckers; they had fetty sweet and fetty swannies. The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts would not let Rindercella go.

Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She turned a pumpkin and six mite whice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and dig bicks. The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnight otherwise, there would be a cucking falamity. At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when suddenly the clock struck twelve. 'Mist all chucking frighty!!!' said Rindercella, and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks, and losing her slass glipper.

The very next day the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella's door and the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let off a fassive mart. 'Who's fust jarted?' asked the prandsome hince. 'Blame that fugly ucker over there!' said Mary Hinge. When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters without success and their feet stucking funk. Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a knack in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and a hig bard on. He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly. Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny!