I once sent a letter so someone
while a b3tan fingered my bum.

The letter was intercepted by a group of japanese attack wolverines. They opened it and translated the text into passable german.

By sheer chance, who should disturb them on one of his evening constitutionals but the former chancellor Helmut Kohl (which translates directly as Mr Cabbage).

So taken aback by what he read he made a call to Jean-Marie Le Pen, the famous french racist and almost president. Mr Le Pen was none too pleased and urinated all over his new shoes in fury.

His wife was most upset with this as she had only recently bought them from the Lands End catalogue and they were moleskin and consequently totally ruined.

So she threw them out and, as luck would have it, a passing tramp lifted them from the bin and decided to wear them, since, despite the stench of old man urine, they fitted a lot better than the two halves of a roadkill badger he had been using previously.

So yeah, who would have thought it eh?
(Bazongaloid, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 15:29, Reply)