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question from Dave
I have been thinking (dont laugh) that instead of bothering to clothe my usual pissy drivel in the sparkling ballgown of a question, I should spend the lifetime of well loved family pet coming up with interesting words or combinations of words.(Some of shirtless col’s have gripped me and I refuse to hide my lighter under a bush any more.)
Cardboard box diving into pile of stuntmen.
Longshoreman regretting hasty decision.
Prizewinning marrow.
Trevor Francis tracksuits from a mush in Shepards bush.
Basic freeview package causing family argument.
Lovesick pirate tracing heart in the sand.
Bucket of wasps.
Pat Cash denying request.
Huskey voiced sparrow.
Me in pensioner, looking at the beach.
The love of a good woman.
Fifty large, in unmarked singles.
Weightlifting ban being lifted.
Melon shipment being catalogued.
Ben Shepard’s habitat being mucked out.
Losing my religion,then finding it behind a radiator.
Miles and miles of carpet tiles.
Ellen DeGeneres bathing naughty Shitzu.
Remembering the old days.
Neil Tennant dressed as regency fop.
Erotic guitar peeking through curtains.
Regency fop dressed as Neil Tennant.
Unbareable disease eased by John Cleese on trapeze.
Brightly lit football stadium at night.
The approval of people you have never met.
I cant think of any more, also the weakest link is on.
Cardboard box diving into pile of stuntmen.
Longshoreman regretting hasty decision.
Prizewinning marrow.
Trevor Francis tracksuits from a mush in Shepards bush.
Basic freeview package causing family argument.
Lovesick pirate tracing heart in the sand.
Bucket of wasps.
Pat Cash denying request.
Huskey voiced sparrow.
Me in pensioner, looking at the beach.
The love of a good woman.
Fifty large, in unmarked singles.
Weightlifting ban being lifted.
Melon shipment being catalogued.
Ben Shepard’s habitat being mucked out.
Losing my religion,then finding it behind a radiator.
Miles and miles of carpet tiles.
Ellen DeGeneres bathing naughty Shitzu.
Remembering the old days.
Neil Tennant dressed as regency fop.
Erotic guitar peeking through curtains.
Regency fop dressed as Neil Tennant.
Unbareable disease eased by John Cleese on trapeze.
Brightly lit football stadium at night.
The approval of people you have never met.
I cant think of any more, also the weakest link is on.
There’s only one thing in this world that’s more saddening than aping shirtless col, and that’s colling an ape, shirtlessly. You, sir, are clearly guilty of both of these most turgid of transgressions.
Mr Shirtless at least has the decency to wrap his listages, some say worthy of the late Clement Freud, in the form of a question. Just what do you expect me to do with a list of things? Without a query, I am nothing. Redundant. Flatulent. Basmatic. Portentous, perhaps, but otherwise unspectacular.
Well done for ringing the death knell of the third best thing ever to occur this side of the age of reason.