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<blockquote data-quote="Topper" data-source="post: 989690" data-attributes="member: 186250">RONNY BARKER&nbsp; GOLD...............Was originally shown on BBC TV back&nbsp; in the 70's. Ronnie Barker couldsay all this without a snigger, though God knows after how&nbsp; many takes.The irony is,&nbsp; the BBC received not one complaint.The speed of delivery must&nbsp; have been too much for the whining herds.Try getting through it&nbsp; without converting the spoonerisms as youread.........This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters.Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Rindercellaworked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying posspits, and shivelling shot.At the end of the day,&nbsp; she was knucking fackered. The sugly isters wereright bugly astards.. One was called Mary Hinge, and the other was calledBetty Swallocks; they were really forrible huckers; they had fetty sweet andfatty swannies.The sugly isters had tickets to go to the&nbsp; ball, but the cotton runts wouldnot let Rindercella go.Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared. Hername was Shairy Hithole and she was a light&nbsp; rucking fesbian. She turned apumpkin and six mite wice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandyronkeyswho had buge hollocks and dig bicks. The gairy fodmother told Rindercella tobe back by dimnlight otherwise, there would be&nbsp; a cucking falamity.At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when suddenlythe clock&nbsp; struck twelve &quot;Mist all chucking frighty!!!&quot;&nbsp; said Rindercella,and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks, so dropping her slass glipper.The very next day, the prandsome hince knockedon Rindercella's door and the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, BettySwallocks lifted herleg&nbsp; and let off a fig bart. &quot;Who's fust jarted?&quot;&nbsp; asked theprandsomehince.&quot;Blame that fugly ucker over there!!&quot; said Mary&nbsp; Hinge.When the stinking brown&nbsp; cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper onboth the sugly isters without success and their&nbsp; feet stucking funk.Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a knackin the&nbsp; kickers. This was not difficult as he&nbsp; had bucking fuge halls anda hig bard on. He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fittedpuckingferfectly.Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince livedhis life in&nbsp; lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny!</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Topper, post: 989690, member: 186250"] 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! [/QUOTE]

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