Return Of The Son Of Twenty One Words

[neveragain]

good enough good enough good enough good enough good enough good enough good enough good enough good enough?' he repeated proudly.

[John Self]

The General replied, "I'm not deaf you impudent little cunt, neither am I deaf, so you needn't repeat yourself, and no,

[Neville Chamberlain]

don't bother repeating yourself cos I'm not deaf you know. Blind, yes, but I'm not deaf - and don't bother repeating yourself."

[slim]

Pritchard repeated himself.

The general was incandescent with rage. He darted quickly forward, towards Pritchard, and struck him squarely on the

[captain Grimes]

penis with his mouth. Prichard gasped with amazment, not having recived any sort of penial pleasure in many, many minutes. Due

[Neville Chamberlain]

to a childhood injury sustained in childhoood when he was younger, however, Pritchard's banjo string snapped and his helmet came loose.

[Almost Yearly]

So far, so good, the comedy show was pretty much writing itself. Jack sat back and stuck a well deserved Sodastream

[John Self]

Success Prediction Mark onto his Success-o-meter: not quite Mainstream, but it was a start, as far as predictions went! "WHAT THE

[Jemble Fred]

KIDS TODAY WANT IS SPED-UP SIGHT GAGS, MONKEY WHIMSY AND LOTS OF LOVELY HIP DRUGS!" he reckoned, loudly.

Meera Syal

[Mister Cairo]

was meanwhile riding a tiny bike in the direction of the Have Your Say labs, where teams of Verbwhores were distilling

[dan dirty ape]

gutrot bathtub liquor in some kind of ill-conceived 'tribute to Prohibition' for visiting '20s obsessed warbler Morrisey. Syal loves gin.

[skibz]

Coincidentally, "Syal loves gin" was also the name of an unreleased album of duets featuring Morrisey and the reclusive 80's star

[dan dirty ape]

Jimmy Cricket. "One was in an artistic wilderness at that point, not knowing which direction one should take." Cricket said recently.

[Jemble Fred]

Morrissey said nothing.

The mystery of Morrissey's unending silence is the most interesting story in the world.

But anyway, back to

[dan dirty ape]

Life', a hit record for Soul 2 Soul, was cut short when distillery foreman Darrell tersely switched off the radio. "Oi!,

[neveragain]

' shouted he. 'Not here! A sacred quiet-looking vestibule, to which people are generally unassuming. The perfect place for the completion

[Jemble Fred]

of the story?

"Not on your Nelly!" cried Eminem, swinging on the chandalier and throwing snackajacks down at the hungry immigrants

[TOCMFIC]

who stared longingly at him. Little did he know, the thin cable supporting him was about to snap, sending him down

[Almost Yearly]

a spiral of regret for sourcing his light fittings at B&Q. "The cable - is not able - it's unstable - wish I'd read

[butnut]

Aesop's fable"

As he crashed to the ground and landed (making quite a pleasing sound), many of the people in the

[Mister Cairo]

labs felt a shared sense of community, ended only by the blood from Eminem's leaking body seeping into the office of

[Jemble Fred]

fair trading, which had foolishly been moved from their lovely complex to a slimy canyon down in the depths of the

[Mister Cairo]

aircraft carrier, which at this moment was preparing to receive George Bush again. The carrier shuddered with embarrassment as Bush lifted

[Almost Yearly]

his winky off his sticky little ballsack, stuck a miniature star spangled banner in its eye and waved it patriotically from

[Jemble Fred]

his position perched on the shoulders of John Culshaw and Rory Bremner. "Hooray!" he gurgled, as the impressionists waved to the

[TJ]

audience of three people who still enjoyed their dribblings. "Ha ha!", said the audience, "LOL NO Tony BLIARS!!!". Then Chris Morris arrived.

[Mister Cairo]

At once Bush's winky stood to attention, the fleshy little fiend respecting the man who brought the world such gems as

[ffogems]

Carry On Peadophiling, Confessions of a 'File> New Window' cleaner and Nathan Barley, which is considered to be the most depthless

[Almost Yearly]

thing since the z axis was invented and Kate Thornton drowned trying to snort a saucer of milk.

The body of

[Jemble Fred]

work that Chris wished was his own was actually that of Mark Arden. In fact, Morris was often to be heard