By ana_x
Date 23.06.05 23:11 UTC
As I have nothing better to do at the mo...
'A big strong hunk called Cyril lurved a sweet sherry with a pickled onion. He repeated this ritual daily, until he accidentally repeated one too many. He went "God almighty, my nose! I need a break" so he jumped into his Subaru and sped hastily along until he got out narrowly avoiding the B524 towards Wigan Pier the convent next to my house. He panicked when approaching a puddle behind him. Coming along were 7 weird looking traffic wardens waving "hiya" with their arms flailing, wearing pink leather boots and brandishing feather dusters with marigolds, all shouting "Dogs Rule". So where can Cyril hide and seek out new civilisation. Going boldly, avoiding dogpoop, tippy-toeing through tulips round daisies, and meets his mother. (His mother) has issues with strangers regarding his... exposed floppy!... so she looked around and saw local Bobby looking suspiciously.. who said "Now then, Time for bed, Bad Boy, or I'll throw out some of your favourite handcuffs and whips" (And whips) up some little alley where hobbits mug him. Quick lets pour on magic dust and disappear to neverland where monkeys rule the face masks. Where baby's dance on balcony's, Where men can do cartwheels down the hill and women watch the re-runs of Father Ted who is sadly dead.'
That's the first 2 and a half pages... I'm too lazy to do the rest, someone else can!
Ana x