Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by Dicky, Dec 18, 2013.
The day had come for Malcolm the rugged truck driver to sweep Rickettaa up into his cab and deliver the wagon load of golden karma nuggets to the great karma collector....The almighty Rickyrooo1... Ricketta's evil brother who lived in the brown palace" che poop" With his load safely offloaded he and Ricketta would be rich and live.....
with the Boobies and other Sea faring birds that had mysteriously congregated on the roof of the Curtain sider
Everything looked set for the happy couple; even the menagerie appeared content. But fate was against them. For just as Malcom turned the key in the ignition there was an almighty
Bang as the evil administrator roared into the lorry park in her lowered T25 and, skidding up to Malcolm and Ricketta, announced in her imperious voice...
Fancy a threesome?
The long road to che poop would be a dangerous journey there were Welsh trolls and evil moderaters along the way waiting to steal the karma and whisk Ricketta off from poppys arms . .. Boo.. hiss...
Tell me if you see the Moderator
mumbled Rickyetta ,in between slurps, who was unable to see out of the window, at the time. Unfortunately, due to the attentions he was receiving, Malcom had trouble keeping his knees bent, and started to close his eyes
As they break out into sonG
What's that coming over the hill is it a moderator, is it a Moderator.
His foot pressed hard on the accelerator, the lorry began to speed up, the Boobies and Gillemots on the roof began to skreech as the truck gathered momentum, Faster and faster went the lorry until
All the way to 56 mph when all of a sudden Malcolm said
Rickeytta had developed a small puncture in her...
Wow Etta babe look how big it has grown.. Do you want to climb it?
Mr poptop2! It keeps her company when the big boy is away.
Meanwhile over at Zed towers the jolly little van repairer was busy preparing a surprise for the young couple,a.....
huge home made mince pie in the shape of an prototype. Now even though @zed was a good chef, he tended to be a little forgetful, and when it came to making the filling, he wasn't sure how much brandy he had put into the mixture. "Oh well!" said Zed as he emptied another bottle into the bowl. Unbeknownst to Zed, however, The Evil Moderator had replaced the contents of the bottle with
Oil from the Devil itself, a T25
Once the oily concoction had been poured into the mold, Zed asked his hapless man servant @hailfrank to place the pie in the oven
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