bananas...not your average bananas; they looked suspiciously like...

bananas...not your average bananas; they looked suspiciously like...

giant African bananas. Then a memory flashed into his mind. The Nigerians. Oh shit! How could he forget...
about his big black

boyfriend? They were no longer together. The boyfriend went to Russia and found himself a nice...
a little ditty that he'd learnt on his Grandmothers knee, it went like this;
"Granny, why have you a song tattooed on your knee" he sang
to which the passing cab driver looked, askance.
"I'm not your Grandmother" she shrieked, crashing delicately into a pram load of triplets pushed, occasionally, by the smack befuddled, Nanny George.
Nanny George

he asked, why the f*ck did you bring me up in wales?
"Who the hell are you?" Screamed Nanny George, astonished at the sight of the large black cheese wielding individual prostrate beneath the pram.
"Ewch oddi wrthyf berson rydych gaws", Nanny George screamed, lapsing into her native indigenous tongue.
He stared

at his rapidly stiffening

I am "Goodluck Ebele Azikiwe Jonathan" the prime minister of Nigeria (translated of course) and who are you peasant?
why I am a Teak Door Moderator , watch me edit your post

Anyhow, they sat down to eat the giant bananas, but they didn't notice the...

stale piss, until it was too late. "Is there a promplem?" a booming voice...

"Not if you like the smell of stale piss," one of the CIA dudes said, before he received a...

written fine for public indecency. What is this? he demanded of the cop. The cop couldn't answer him. He quickly gave him the fine and ran off to take care of...

Who is the king pin in the Thai mafai, if anyone can, she
will not. "It's all such a pretense" he whispered quietly to the dog that sat at his feet.
"When will they learn?". The dog farted.
Our Hero reached nonchalantly for the
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