[crusty]

Has to be one of the Funniest thing i have ever read, sadly didnt see it on T.V would have loved to


This was originally shown on BBC TV back in the seventies. The late
great Ronnie Barker could say all this without a snigger (though god
knows how many takes). The irony is that they received not one
complaint. The speed of delivery must have been too much for the whining
herds.

Try getting through it without converting the spoonerisms [and not
wetting your pants] as you read ...

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This is the story of Rindercella and her suglyisters.

Rindercella and her suglyisters lived in a margelansion.
Rindercella worked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying posspits, and
shivellingshot. At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered.

The suglyisters were right buglyastards. One was called Mary Hinge, and
the other was called Betty Swallocks; they were really forriblehuckers;
they had fettysweet and fettyswannies.

The suglyisters had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts
would not let Rindercellago.

Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairyfodmother appeared. Her
name was ShairyHithole and she was a light rucking fesbian.

She turned a pumpkin and six mite wice into a huckingcuge farriage with
six dandy ronkeys who had bugehollocks and dig bicks. The gairy
fodmother told Rindercellato be back by dimnlight otherwise, there would
be a cuckingfalamity.

At the ball, Rindercellawas dancing with the prandsomehince when
suddenly the clock struck twelve. "Mist all chucking frighty!!!" said
Rindercella, and she ran out tripping barseover ollocks, so dropping her
slassglipper.

The very next day the prandsomehince knocked on Rindercella's door and
the suglyisters let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and
let off a fig bart.

"Who'sfustjarted??" asked the prandsomehince.
"Blame that fuglyucker over there!!" said Mary Hinge.

When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on
both the suglyisters without success and their feet stuckingfunk. Betty
Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsomehince a knack in
the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fugehalls and a
higbard on.

He tried the slassglipperon Rindercellaand it fitted pucking ferfectly.
Rindercella and the prandsomehince were married. The pransomehince lived
his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a
follenswanny.


Crusty