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  • This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly Isters. By Ronnie Barker

    An old email i found whilst going through my outlook inbox.
    You have probably read this before but here i go, if you havn't it should be worth a chuckle:

    Bet you can't read this without laughing!
    To all my bommy pastard mates,
    I hope your fits tall off Lith waughter

    Subject: In Memory of Ronnie Barker



    >>>This was originally shown on on BBC TV back in
    >> the seventies. Ronnie
    >> Barker
    >>>could say all this without a snigger (though god
    >> knows how many
    >> takes).
    >>>Irony is that they received not one complaint.
    >> must have been the speed
    >> of
    >>>delivery was too much for the whining herds. try
    >> getting through it
    >> without
    >>>converting the spoonerisms as you read;
    >>>
    >>> This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly
    >> isters.
    >>>
    >>> Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a
    >> marge lansion.
    >> Rindercella
    >>>worked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying poss
    >> pits, and shivelling
    >> shot.
    >>>At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered.
    >>>
    >>> The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One
    >> was called Mary
    >> Hinge,
    >>>and the other was called Betty Swallocks; they
    >> were really forrible
    >>>huckers; they had fetty sweet and fetty swannies.
    >> The sugly isters had
    >>>tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts
    >> would not let
    >> Rindercella
    >>>go.
    >>>
    >>> Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her
    >> gairy fodmother appeared.
    >> Her
    >>>name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light
    >> rucking fesbian. She turned
    >> a
    >>>pumpkin and six mite wice into a hucking cuge
    >> farriage with six dandy
    >>>ronkeys who had buge hollocks and dig bicks
    >>>
    >>> The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be
    >> back by dimnlight
    >> otherwise,
    >>>there would be a cucking falamity.
    >>>
    >>> At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the
    >> prandsome hince when
    >>>suddenly the clock struck twelve. "Mist all
    >> chucking frighty!!!" said
    >>>Rindercella, and she ran out tripping barse over
    >> ollocks, so dropping
    >> her
    >>>slass glipper.
    >>>
    >>> The very next day the prandsome hince knocked
    >> on Rindercella's door
    >> and
    >>>the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, Betty
    >> Swallocks lifted her leg
    >> and
    >>>let off a fig bart. "Who's fust jarted??" asked
    >> the prandsome hince.
    >> "Blame
    >>>that fugly ucker over there!!" said Mary Hinge.
    >> When the stinking brown
    >>
    >>>cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on
    >> both the sugly isters
    >>>without success and their feet stucking funk.
    >>>
    >>> Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave
    >> the prandsome hince a
    >>
    >>>knack in the kickers. This was not difficult as
    >> he had bucking fuge
    >> halls
    >>>and a hig bard on.
    >>>
    >>> He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and
    >> it fitted pucking
    >>>ferfectly.
    >>>
    >>> Rindercella and the prandsome hince were
    >> married. The pransome hince
    >>
    >>>lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella
    >> lived hers with a
    >> follen
    >>>swanny.
    Your life is a storm, thunder is your music and lightning is your electric dancing legs, groove on friends. Groove on.

  • #2
    hahaha
    maker of the happy birthday threads
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    Felt like putting my head under the tire.
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    • #3
      Cat's thool.
      Did you know that lighter flame smells like burnt nose hair?
      Entropy isn't what it used to be.

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      • #4
        Fut the wuck? So neriously, fat thas wunny!
        Last edited by MuniAddict; 2006-10-05, 12:17 PM.
        Happy Birthday Terry! Every year you get cooler, younger and unicyclier!
        Be our muniprohpet for many years more.
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        • #5
          We've done this as a skit at camp for years, except it was the Rated G version. It really brings a picture when big hairy men dress up as the characters in the story.
          Last edited by yoopers; 2006-10-05, 01:12 PM.
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          • #6
            Originally posted by yoopers
            except it was the Rated G version.
            Was it Prinderalla and the Cince? Here is one version, is there a longer version?

            I like Ronnie's Leprechaun story too.
            Steve

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