Over the third top-up of Pimm's
at the Vicar's garden party in July, and somewhat controversially in-between bites of his second round of cucumber and Vaseline sandwiches, Bunty thought it would be a cracking wheeze to wax lyrical on the Professor's Airedale Terrier guide dog and its remarkably coarse hair. Little was he to know that the Major's daughter had been ravished and abducted that very year by a motley band of pirates! The looks exchanged during the silence that followed pretty much confirmed that Bunty had blackballed himself for Club membership that year, so in view of the circumstances we gently took him out behind the boathouse and stove the old duffer's head in with a breezeblock.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Tue 21 Aug 2012, 11:34, 5 replies)

What the..
chuntering wheezeflaps are you on about?
(Catrim, Tue 21 Aug 2012, 12:15, closed)

What does it matter,
this is top hole, what?
Spiffing.
More of this sort of thing say I.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Tue 21 Aug 2012, 12:46, closed)

What, what.
Tally-ho!
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Wed 22 Aug 2012, 0:11, closed)

Coarse hairs and corsairs, don't you know?

( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Tue 21 Aug 2012, 12:50, closed)

Hilarious japes, right here!

(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Tue 21 Aug 2012, 21:48, closed)