The winner.
My Father was an engineer in Yorkshire in the 70s. He was renowned in the local area for being a jack of all trades but still specialised in two things - circuit components for amusement park machines and belly buttons for cars (fuck off).

He was married to a mono-breasted woman named Nigel (not my mother) who the family and all his friends hated but he married nonetheless. After three years of marriage and her stealing all his money she filed for divorce on the basis that it was a loveless marriage and he was having an affair. It went to court as my Dad was stupid enough to marry a one titted troll but not lose everything to one and he ended up winning the court case. The judge ruled that he had fair grounds for circuits and car navels.

Boom.
(Blunt Logic, Fri 10 Jun 2011, 9:48, 6 replies)

that is fucking terrible.
it doesn't read like you enjoyed writing it either.

are you some kind of shit pun masochist?
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 10 Jun 2011, 10:36, closed)

Agreed
I didn't enjoy writing it. There is usually one attempt, alas mine was shit.
(Blunt Logic, Fri 10 Jun 2011, 10:51, closed)

^What she said^
With big shitty sticks on top.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 10 Jun 2011, 12:49, closed)

Agreed
Awful and awkward.
(louveciennes , Volvospotter, Fri 10 Jun 2011, 18:02, closed)

shake
shake shake the room
( bland is bland, Fri 10 Jun 2011, 13:04, closed)

What the fuck
was all that about?
( His Popiness the Hole Invaded Poland on, Sun 12 Jun 2011, 21:04, closed)