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There's nothing worse than a petrified panda pampered with
shampoo. Most Pandas hate shampoo, as we all know, but this one wanted to be on Ricki Lake.
"I shall play Merry-Hep for nigh on eleven minutes, my boy!!" boomed the vicar, suddenly.
'Lay off me vicar', said the young fella 'I'll have you know I got super powers
and what's more, I know how to make gravy. Alone. In the dark. On weekdays.
The musty smell from my ham sanwiches encourages most of the immigrants in the neighbour hood to drop what they're doing and flock in the hundreds to Butlins
Elephant Glitter
thegit
the butcher