Stuart ‘It’s a knockout’ Hall…
Jimmy ‘Fixed it’ Saville…. (We can still dig him up and hang him),
Rolph ‘Can-ya-guess-what-it-is-yet?’ Harris…
And Gary ‘Wanna-be-in-my-gang?’ Glitter…
Hhat-ja say Clifford…
Uh-huh-huh, it’s all in the catch-phrase….
Fucking string-em up.
Freedom come, Freedom go!!! Campaign goes to ground!!!
Never mind Alex… Want a tip for the 3.30 @ Ayr????
You can still bet on a horse using the Scottish pound!!
And you are still loved by one bug-fuck ugly mare…
BRING IT ON MAN!!!!!
Scotland’s biggest joke since Bonny Prince Charlie!!!!
I’ve fucking been there, we had to evacuate the inbred fuckers before the bore something quite incongruously inhuman. Believe me, the farm animals were first choice before the local women…. And they name a fiver after them…. Go-on yersel Salmond.
It is not recommended by the Brewer, that 24 of these bottles of mind-fucking liquor be drank in one day by a person. If done so, it can be seriously damaging to one’s reputation. Especially while on the internet and in clear view of the entire fucking universe.
On my recent visit to my twin city I did come across a pair of lesbians of black skin who were both young and very beautiful. I asked them how much for their services and they replied “A guinea!” I negotiated with skill, 1 pound 25 penny and off we went to debauchery. I was surprised, as for two lesbians, they had so very much interest in my male endowment with which they served me to my great pleasure and enjoyment.
On arrival back in Ol’ Blighty I did indeed feel the fleas of a thousand camels crawling around my crotch and made a visit to the Sandyford. Where they administer that great invention of the Scot, Fleming, a shot of penicillin to the buttock. Only a Scot can come up with a cure for afflictions such as these. I wonder what drove him to such extreme intelligence?
Hitherto at the clinic the nurse suggested it may have been my wife who afflicted me with the dreaded lurgy. To which I replied “Nay Mam! One of the lesbians did not pass the ‘sniff test’ but I did indulged anyway!”
Upon thinking on way home of her words spoken, I broke a branch from a Birch tree and did set upon my wife with it in search of a confession, much to the affront of the neighbours. The confession did not come, in fact she drew my baseball bat upon me, and left me bruised and battered, whereupon I surrendered.
I shall be seeking my money back from the two preposterous lesbians upon my return to Havana, as I do believe I have been duped by two female Cut-throates.
This evening, as my piss is now as clear as Highland spring after my treatment, I did pleasure myself with my wife to my satisfaction….. And so to sleep.
One of life’s sublime experiences is to be shot at, and missed,
Longevity renders me safe from the executioners sword,
When you reach an age when each day is gone forever,
The pessimistic, skeptical soldier will get through the war.
Time is short,
Just to cut to the point…
Some hours can be long,
But the end of the day,
We’ll remember that we’re a family.
Love Dadxx
Summer is coming….
Don’t panick!!!!
After my old faithful coffeemaker died, I bought another,
Pride if place in my kitchen next to my original digital radio….
My place for cafe… So long as you don’t mind radio2.
All the best to all for 2014 from the Parkers’
johnparker2012 