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[challenge entry] My uncle Charlie was a cynical man

From the Cartoon Identity Crisis challenge. See all 423 entries (closed)

(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 1:09, archived)
# His wife was quite
edit
can't remember the next line....
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 1:12, archived)
# he's got one of those stickers in the back of his van
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 1:14, archived)
# I've seen the prices at the zoo
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 1:14, archived)
# there is nothing finer in life....
than writing on the sole of your slipper with a biro on a saturday night instead of going to the pub.




(got the new album yet?)
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 1:50, archived)
# May I have
your babies?
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 1:54, archived)
# no
I haven't finished experimenting on them yet.

(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 2:02, archived)
# Well
you can still experiment on them up here..
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 2:06, archived)
# you can borrow them
send them back down afterward please.
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 2:15, archived)
# ba-dam-tish
If I was a linesman, I would execute defenders who applauded my offsides...
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 1:55, archived)
# Cul-De-Sac.
Off. Fuck.
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 1:57, archived)
# Have you seen the prices?
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 2:01, archived)
# Ere
You may have ten pee off, but it's not much good when they find your head on the driving range, now is it?
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 2:05, archived)
# Is it christmas yet?
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 2:08, archived)
# all you'll get
is a stale walnut mate.
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 2:10, archived)
# ?
I can recall the day quite clearly:
a Friday in July, a sweltering eighty degrees.
Martin Jarvis was completing his week in Dictionary Corner.
He'd been reassuringly average.
Somewhere in the Shires surgeons had entered the mind of Mr Stinchcombe
and found black apes gibbering on dark lawns.
I'd spent the afternoon becoming increasingly frustrated with the grooving agitator on my lime Dyson.
I was due in Parbold at 7.15 and wasn't going to make it.
Telephoning the person who needed to know this
I found myself caught up on a crossed line, something I'd not experienced for years.
I listened in with quiet delight.
It appeared that someone called Bill, whilst out walking the bounds that morning,
had looked into Top Acre and been horrified to see
the almost visible ribcage of a foal
which belonged to the straggle-haired girl from Keeper's Cottage
whose name, if this was a Helen Fielding novel,
would be something like Martha Flanagan.
But the countryside is never as romantic as townsfolk believe it to be
And the girl's name was Karen Henderson...
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 2:12, archived)
# *applauds*
top acre will never seem the same again.
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 2:19, archived)
# sleepy time
the painkillers are kicking in at last.

time to doze off to "CSI:Ambleside", and dream of a day that isn't "National Shite Day".

(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 2:33, archived)
# Yes she was a bit
edit
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 1:37, archived)
# I say
That's a bit stiff
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 2:15, archived)
# would
woodwould
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 2:20, archived)
# Fred?
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 2:28, archived)
[challenge entry] Nice! Reet, I'm off.
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 1:16, archived)
# CUNT?
Theres no cunt! This Is
THE GAY SHIFT
THE GAY SHIFT
THE GAY SHIFT
THE GAY SHIFT
THE GAY SHIFT
THE GAY SHIFT
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 1:47, archived)
# You stupid bastard.
We live in a cul-de-sac.

Cunt.

woo
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 1:26, archived)
# Grow
a maze
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 3:27, archived)
# A Cover Of A Classic
(wants to hear Elton John do a version of this song)
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 1:48, archived)
# I'd
Furnish my uncle's cock?
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 1:59, archived)
# why is rod hull alive?
(, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 2:35, archived)