Tuesday, August 17, 2004

I am 79 and I am senile.

Mur har har har!!!!!! Tee hee hee!!!! Arf, even!!!

Yay... Harken to me for my words are good and they shall spread forth amongst the unbelievers to bring them back unto my wings wherein they shall be berated for the heresy that they spread likened unto a pox or plague that hath runeth over.

Let it be mine own voice that ye listen to, for I shall show you the light. And fear ye, those who art turned from the true voice of mine own god, for there shall be great punishment waiting for you, in the bowels of the knacker hell where you shall be called "bud" all day, and diseased-looking people will constantly harangue you for your last cigarette.

Lo, it shall be good as we, the just and right, laugh at and mock the unbelieving.... and if we have the time and energy and can really be bothered then we shall spit upon them.

And, to answer A.C.E's question.... Undoubtedly, our theme tune/praise should be to the tune of Monty Python, and ye shall also be in charge of the Legendary Knights of Ni... Not the Kights of Ecky-Ecky-Ecky-Ptang-Zimpoing-zimpownzimizizawwaa.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I hear youre a bit off a knacker

9:13 a.m.  
Blogger TurnipFish said...

To *Anonymous*...

If you are going to post and try to insult me then at least have the balls to put your name on it. Stand up, be a man/woman/cousin It and be proud to hold your head up.

Next, what gives you the impression I am a knacker? Do I call everyone "bud" or "Anto"? Do I wear the entire hated "3-Stripe" clothes range.

The answer is NO, to both questions.

Face me like a man or die lying on your stomach crawling for safety.

9:36 a.m.  

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