Read the piece in the Guardian and laugh. The one about refs had me in fits. And whatever you do, don't miss this tour-de-force in the face of imminent death. A sample:
And when the fluid drains out of your scrotal sac, guess where it goes next? Can you?
That's right, for about a week I sport a huge, fluid-filled fringe under the head of my penis, making it look like some weird skinhead Gila-lizard from hell. I tell every male I meet about this.
They are all, without exception, appalled. One says:
"Cancer victim or not, if you don't shut the fuck up right now, I'm going to punch you."
5 comments:
To the syphillitic arse-felcher who rated this post a 1: unlike Swells, no-one will regret your death, you louse-parasite, and I'm not leaving your arse-wipings on my post. Anyone that rates this post low prompts a counter-rating from me. If you don't like it, fuck off.
Hey PM, any chance of checking the links?
Sounds like a good read but I cant get to links to work.
Can you help?
Thanks in advance.
Aaagh! Sorry - fixed now. Maybe louse-parasite was rating my post down for sheer incompetence.
I doubt it Milt... only a 'louse-parasite' would give a rank rating for a simple error like that.
Dollars to doughnuts he (or she) is a socialist...
THAT... was a joke!
Good yarn, thanks for sharing.
P.S. Milt you are seeming so… how do I say this… ‘Ok’ lately… as an acknowledgement for greatly improved blogging could I shout you an ACT party membership?
Great post Milt, I regularly read Wells. As a young music fan and latterly as a fat ex sport participant.
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