well...
I was privy to be invited to the ritualistic Doncaster past time of branding your children at the age of 10 (it is held under our cathedral/church whatever it is). I myself am from Doncaster and my brand sits just above my left bum cheek.

Anyways the children came up some sullen faced or some crying, some even looking forward to it as it is a mark of pride for some. My turn came when the great priest handed me the branding iron as i was going to brand my own brother, i felt ecstatic.

I slowly put the branding iron closer and closer to his face as i watched him squirm and flinch, teasing him going nearer then pulling away etc.

As i went for the final thrust a voice shouted out from the silent crowd, it was my friend Yorkshire Luke i could see he had worriment in his eyes, he leapt forward between me and my brother and said:

Don't put that branding iron against your will

The end
(Pennisons Revenge All this trouble over squealing meat, Fri 1 Aug 2014, 14:57, 5 replies)

I hope you die in a road accident

(Baggenfrock get fucked, Fri 1 Aug 2014, 15:24, closed)

Learn English, you dumb cunt.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Fri 1 Aug 2014, 15:30, closed)

Nothing about this works,
on any level.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 1 Aug 2014, 17:26, closed)

lol what

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Sun 3 Aug 2014, 17:37, closed)