(Captn Hood-Butteris not dead yet.,
Mon 12 Jul 2010, 17:55,
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There was a young man called danny, Who lived at home with his granny, His hair was quite grey, He really loved his clay, But not as much as being a tranny.
(McDazzleKnows not what he does,
Mon 12 Jul 2010, 18:00,
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There was a young chav from Vange Chatted a girl up called Ange She went white as a sheet By the smell of his feet So he shoved his boot up her flange.
(Captn Hood-Butteris not dead yet.,
Mon 12 Jul 2010, 18:12,
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There once was man called Raoul Who committed a murder most foul The papers did gloat About all they knew about Moat That they made him throw in the towel
(printmeisterhttp://tinyurl.com/c8s8fd5 for titanic T's,
Mon 12 Jul 2010, 18:29,
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There was this thug called Moat Held a swnoff gun to his froat Surrounded by plod The silly old sod Fired it and blew off his boat
(Captn Hood-Butteris not dead yet.,
Mon 12 Jul 2010, 18:54,
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sounds like you know me pretty well. see you at the next tranny convention in august?