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RONNY BARKER GOLD...............
Was originally shown on BBC TV back in the 70's. Ronnie Barker could
say all this without a snigger, though God knows after how many takes.
The irony is, the BBC 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 as you
read.........
This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters.
Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Rindercella
worked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying posspits, and shivelling shot.
At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered. The sugly isters were
right bugly astards.. One was called Mary Hinge, and the other was called
Betty Swallocks; they were really forrible huckers; they had fetty sweet and
fatty swannies.
The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts would
not let Rindercella go.
Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her
name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She turned a
pumpkin and six mite wice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy
ronkeyswho had buge hollocks and dig bicks. The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to
be back by dimnlight otherwise, there would be a cucking falamity.
At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when suddenly
the clock struck twelve "Mist all chucking frighty!!!" said Rindercella,
and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks, so dropping her slass glipper.
The very next day, the prandsome hince knocked
on Rindercella's door and the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, Betty
Swallocks lifted her
leg and let off a fig bart. "Who's fust jarted?" asked the
prandsomehince."Blame that fugly ucker over there!!" said Mary Hinge.
When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on
both the sugly isters without success and their feet stucking funk.
Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a knack
in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and
a hig bard on. He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted
puckingferfectly.
Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince lived
his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny!
Was originally shown on BBC TV back in the 70's. Ronnie Barker could
say all this without a snigger, though God knows after how many takes.
The irony is, the BBC 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 as you
read.........
This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters.
Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Rindercella
worked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying posspits, and shivelling shot.
At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered. The sugly isters were
right bugly astards.. One was called Mary Hinge, and the other was called
Betty Swallocks; they were really forrible huckers; they had fetty sweet and
fatty swannies.
The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts would
not let Rindercella go.
Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her
name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She turned a
pumpkin and six mite wice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy
ronkeyswho had buge hollocks and dig bicks. The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to
be back by dimnlight otherwise, there would be a cucking falamity.
At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when suddenly
the clock struck twelve "Mist all chucking frighty!!!" said Rindercella,
and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks, so dropping her slass glipper.
The very next day, the prandsome hince knocked
on Rindercella's door and the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, Betty
Swallocks lifted her
leg and let off a fig bart. "Who's fust jarted?" asked the
prandsomehince."Blame that fugly ucker over there!!" said Mary Hinge.
When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on
both the sugly isters without success and their feet stucking funk.
Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a knack
in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and
a hig bard on. He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted
puckingferfectly.
Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince lived
his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny!
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