Here we go thought the trader. Ready to smash a Greggs pasty, because he was a secret agent. Find me a replacement for my steak bake pasty, the other one could be bugged. But fck me, gently with a prize winning leek. He woke up startled and confused, with tears in his ample buttocks. It was still his last egg of the Alien invasion, he realised.
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!
Three Word Story
Here we go thought the trader. Ready to smash a Greggs pasty, because he was a secret agent. Find me a replacement for my steak bake pasty, the other one could be bugged. But fck me, gently with a prize winning leek. He woke up startled and confused, with tears in his ample buttocks. It was still his last egg of the Alien invasion, he realised.
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped
Here we go thought the trader. Ready to smash a Greggs pasty, because he was a secret agent. Find me a replacement for my steak bake pasty, the other one could be bugged. But fck me, gently with a prize winning leek. He woke up startled and confused, with tears in his ample buttocks. It was still his last egg of the Alien invasion, he realised.
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed
- wearthefoxhat
- Posts: 3243
- Joined: Sun Feb 18, 2018 9:55 am
Here we go thought the trader. Ready to smash a Greggs pasty, because he was a secret agent. Find me a replacement for my steak bake pasty, the other one could be bugged. But fck me, gently with a prize winning leek. He woke up startled and confused, with tears in his ample buttocks. It was still his last egg of the Alien invasion, he realised.
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?"
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?"
Here we go thought the trader. Ready to smash a Greggs pasty, because he was a secret agent. Find me a replacement for my steak bake pasty, the other one could be bugged. But fck me, gently with a prize winning leek. He woke up startled and confused, with tears in his ample buttocks. It was still his last egg of the Alien invasion, he realised.
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs
-
- Posts: 1306
- Joined: Fri Jan 14, 2022 8:11 pm
Here we go thought the trader. Ready to smash a Greggs pasty, because he was a secret agent. Find me a replacement for my steak bake pasty, the other one could be bugged. But fck me, gently with a prize winning leek. He woke up startled and confused, with tears in his ample buttocks. It was still his last egg of the Alien invasion, he realised.
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs, Lenny Henry answered
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs, Lenny Henry answered
Here we go thought the trader. Ready to smash a Greggs pasty, because he was a secret agent. Find me a replacement for my steak bake pasty, the other one could be bugged. But fck me, gently with a prize winning leek. He woke up startled and confused, with tears in his ample buttocks. It was still his last egg of the Alien invasion, he realised.
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs, Lenny Henry answered, "Katanga my friends”
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs, Lenny Henry answered, "Katanga my friends”
- wearthefoxhat
- Posts: 3243
- Joined: Sun Feb 18, 2018 9:55 am
Here we go thought the trader. Ready to smash a Greggs pasty, because he was a secret agent. Find me a replacement for my steak bake pasty, the other one could be bugged. But fck me, gently with a prize winning leek. He woke up startled and confused, with tears in his ample buttocks. It was still his last egg of the Alien invasion, he realised.
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs, Lenny Henry answered, "Katanga my friends” "Where's my Greggs?!"
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs, Lenny Henry answered, "Katanga my friends” "Where's my Greggs?!"
Here we go thought the trader. Ready to smash a Greggs pasty, because he was a secret agent. Find me a replacement for my steak bake pasty, the other one could be bugged. But fck me, gently with a prize winning leek. He woke up startled and confused, with tears in his ample buttocks. It was still his last egg of the Alien invasion, he realised.
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs, Lenny Henry answered, "Katanga my friends” "Where's my Greggs?“, “payment was declined”
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs, Lenny Henry answered, "Katanga my friends” "Where's my Greggs?“, “payment was declined”
- wearthefoxhat
- Posts: 3243
- Joined: Sun Feb 18, 2018 9:55 am
Here we go thought the trader. Ready to smash a Greggs pasty, because he was a secret agent. Find me a replacement for my steak bake pasty, the other one could be bugged. But fck me, gently with a prize winning leek. He woke up startled and confused, with tears in his ample buttocks. It was still his last egg of the Alien invasion, he realised.
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs, Lenny Henry answered, "Katanga my friends” "Where's my Greggs?“, “payment was declined” The vicar laughed
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs, Lenny Henry answered, "Katanga my friends” "Where's my Greggs?“, “payment was declined” The vicar laughed
- MemphisFlash
- Posts: 2222
- Joined: Fri May 16, 2014 10:12 pm
- Location: Leicester
Here we go thought the trader. Ready to smash a Greggs pasty, because he was a secret agent. Find me a replacement for my steak bake pasty, the other one could be bugged. But fck me, gently with a prize winning leek. He woke up startled and confused, with tears in his ample buttocks. It was still his last egg of the Alien invasion, he realised.
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs, Lenny Henry answered, "Katanga my friends” "Where's my Greggs?“, “payment was declined” The vicar laughed. The story ends
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs, Lenny Henry answered, "Katanga my friends” "Where's my Greggs?“, “payment was declined” The vicar laughed. The story ends
Here we go thought the trader. Ready to smash a Greggs pasty, because he was a secret agent. Find me a replacement for my steak bake pasty, the other one could be bugged. But fck me, gently with a prize winning leek. He woke up startled and confused, with tears in his ample buttocks. It was still his last egg of the Alien invasion, he realised.
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs, Lenny Henry answered, "Katanga my friends” "Where's my Greggs?“, “payment was declined” The vicar laughed. The story ends.. or does it?
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs, Lenny Henry answered, "Katanga my friends” "Where's my Greggs?“, “payment was declined” The vicar laughed. The story ends.. or does it?
- Crazyskier
- Posts: 1185
- Joined: Sat Feb 06, 2016 6:36 pm
Here we go thought the trader. Ready to smash a Greggs pasty, because he was a secret agent. Find me a replacement for my steak bake pasty, the other one could be bugged. But fck me, gently with a prize winning leek. He woke up startled and confused, with tears in his ample buttocks. It was still his last egg of the Alien invasion, he realised.
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs, Lenny Henry answered, "Katanga my friends” "Where's my Greggs?“, “payment was declined” The vicar laughed. The story ends.. or does it?
Neverending Story was
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs, Lenny Henry answered, "Katanga my friends” "Where's my Greggs?“, “payment was declined” The vicar laughed. The story ends.. or does it?
Neverending Story was
- wearthefoxhat
- Posts: 3243
- Joined: Sun Feb 18, 2018 9:55 am
Here we go thought the trader. Ready to smash a Greggs pasty, because he was a secret agent. Find me a replacement for my steak bake pasty, the other one could be bugged. But fck me, gently with a prize winning leek. He woke up startled and confused, with tears in his ample buttocks. It was still his last egg of the Alien invasion, he realised.
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs, Lenny Henry answered, "Katanga my friends” "Where's my Greggs?“, “payment was declined” The vicar laughed. The story ends.. or does it?
Neverending Story was Limahl's best song
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs, Lenny Henry answered, "Katanga my friends” "Where's my Greggs?“, “payment was declined” The vicar laughed. The story ends.. or does it?
Neverending Story was Limahl's best song
Here we go thought the trader. Ready to smash a Greggs pasty, because he was a secret agent. Find me a replacement for my steak bake pasty, the other one could be bugged. But fck me, gently with a prize winning leek. He woke up startled and confused, with tears in his ample buttocks. It was still his last egg of the Alien invasion, he realised.
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs, Lenny Henry answered, "Katanga my friends” "Where's my Greggs?“, “payment was declined” The vicar laughed. The story ends.. or does it?
Neverending Story was Limahl's best song, I can sing
Nervously he reached for his wife, but soon realised she was gone with a note, left on the steak bake pasty. The prized egg a double yolker. "Hmm, strange coincidence", he said grasping his false leg covered in ketchup, with a greasy sausage that was forever a memory.
Are you there?, report the status. The status was null and void, or was it?
To be continued.
The vicar arrived, "Where's my Greggs?", Greggs was infested with suspension monkey's. "Not again", thought Betfair's Support Team. ''Anyone got a clue'' he said. The trader wept. On the flipside his wife phoned to console him, she was naked!
Ooh er missus!. Is that a bucket of creosote for the fence or for me?? A pure whitewash at the Whitehouse (AKA The Sh!tehouse). "Come with me" said Donald Trump, Trumpety trump - thump!, the vicar gasped three hail mary's, the trader fainted. He awoke to yet another multiverse, sweating profusely he checked his watch - tickety, tickety tock!!.
The penny dropped - he'd been robbed, "Where's my Greggs?", he phoned Greggs, Lenny Henry answered, "Katanga my friends” "Where's my Greggs?“, “payment was declined” The vicar laughed. The story ends.. or does it?
Neverending Story was Limahl's best song, I can sing