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From the Celebrity Sex Change challenge. See all 344 entries (closed)
( , Mon 6 Sep 2004, 15:53, archived)
when 900 years old you reach, look as much like pat butcher you will not
From the Celebrity Sex Change challenge. See all 344 entries (closed)
( , Mon 6 Sep 2004, 15:53, archived)
once you pop, you just cant stop
what can I say? slow day at work.
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Mon 6 Sep 2004, 16:00,
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It's Dame Thora Hird risen from the dead and after our spicy brains!
Quick - up the stairs, that'll outfox the unsteady old bint...
Wait? What's that? She's using some kind of electronic device to ascend the stairs without the use of her legs!
Aaaaargh! She's got my brains! My beautiful spicy brains!
etc.
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Mon 6 Sep 2004, 16:00,
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Wait? What's that? She's using some kind of electronic device to ascend the stairs without the use of her legs!
Aaaaargh! She's got my brains! My beautiful spicy brains!
etc.
Felching?
With yoda/pat butcher/thora/pancake head? Oh... fetching. sorry.
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Mon 6 Sep 2004, 16:03,
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I would dress them up in underpants and put them in a coat
/Dr. Suess
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Mon 6 Sep 2004, 16:11,
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/Dr. Suess
I would put them in a tree
I use them to wipe my wee.
Disclaimer: pancakes make crap potholders!
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Mon 6 Sep 2004, 16:14,
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Disclaimer: pancakes make crap potholders!
But if you put them in the sea
they fall apart and go soggy
actually, they go soggy and fall apart but that doesn't rhyme
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Mon 6 Sep 2004, 16:17,
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actually, they go soggy and fall apart but that doesn't rhyme
you could wrap it up in lard
and leave it 'til it's hard
(ooh er missus)
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Mon 6 Sep 2004, 16:21,
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(ooh er missus)
stretched across an old tin can,
I'd play it in a marching band.
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Mon 6 Sep 2004, 16:26,
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