I'm Not A Racist, But...
...if the good people of Lewisham want to dress up in white robes and scare the shit out of this monstrous harridan when she gets evicted from the Big Brother house, they have my blessing.
posted by hungbunny at 4:19 pm
16 Comments:
That's a woman?
....you're not going to take the piss out of him for watching big brother (OBSESSIVELY, might I add?)?!
This is no fun, I'm not playing.
Yes, I was a bit nonplussed about this post, having figured the bunny for something of an intellectual - of no lesser level than, say, The Bachelor.
Unless he was WUI of some primo sensi - in that case all is excusable.
You fuck !! You come over to mine and righteously whine about not watching enough TV to understand my meanderings but you clearly watch enough to want to kill Charlie !! Mind you, that coooould take less than 6 seconds...
Limerick, please provide final line:
There was a young man called Hungbunny
Who made ladies squeal and go funny
Hang on, it was much better in my head as I was falling asleep last night, the next two lines involved "cock" and "glock". Fuggedabouteet.
Oh, and I thought a line I heard about Charlie was quite nice, "Danny Glover in a wig"... terr herr errr
I know, I know. I hate myself and I want to die.
Nice to know you write poems about me in bed though, Fearfink. I think the last line should end in "cunny".
what the fucki s this then eh? kierons dyers cousin thatlass and what gob she has on her, cant ignore that lad, nice big gobbler
I know, I could fit my entire fist inside it, over and over and over again. And please don't mention footballers on this blog, I might watch Big Brother but I'm not a fucking moron.
How about this, Fearfink:
There was a young man called Hungbunny
Who made ladies squeal and go funny.
His cannon-sized python
Their arseholes so far widened
Their bowel movements were evermore runny.
There are too many syllables in the fourth and fifth lines, and the repetition of "their" is just bone idle. See me, Eater.
See you, in private, behind closed doors, with no-one to hear the screams? I don't think so.
Fair dues, though. Hoist by my own petard. I've had a few, if that's any excuse.
I'm a little bit hungover this morning and have been left with an image I once saw of a Japanese girl in a school uniform in a shower, on her back, legs akimbo spraying runny yellow pooh all over the shower stall.
A perfect start to the day.
Oh and my builder is currently working in Brockley (sp?) and I am 100% certain that he would be happy to whip up a bit of bother. I'll put in the requisition forms today.
There was a young man of Tooting
Who was ever so ripe for a fluting
When asked "Is it clean?"
Replied "See, it gleams,
Now please see to toot-in your flute-in!"
There was a hungbunny of Tooting,
involved in a terrible shooting;
he twirled round and round,
til his head hit the ground
That deadend hungbunny of Tooting.
There was a young man called Hungbunny
Who wanted to give Charlie much cunny
He said he did not
Protested a lot
But we knew his tastes were quite funny.
I bet she does too.
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