Needs must when the devil vomits into your kettle! Bob's cunning plan mark 2

GeorgeUK

Bob, what are you doing? Spending £15 so close to Christmas??
What's Mr Bob going to buy you now. Ah, that's right - Sky plus. It'll really help with your masters as it'll keep him from under your feet.

Glad to see you're putting yourself first. It's not selfish at all and you shouldn't think like that. You need to make sure your interests and goals are not lost in all the DFW and looking after everyone else stuff.

I'm off for some frosties now - your fault for mentioning toast. Given me the munchies it has

taxi73

GeorgeUK wrote: »

Bob, what are you doing? Spending £15 so close to Christmas??
What's Mr Bob going to buy you now. Ah, that's right - Sky plus. It'll really help with your masters as it'll keep him from under your feet.

Glad to see you're putting yourself first. It's not selfish at all and you shouldn't think like that. You need to make sure your interests and goals are not lost in all the DFW and looking after everyone else stuff.

I'm off for some frosties now - your fault for mentioning toast. Given me the munchies it has

i agree with the above...lol

boredofbeingathome

*Sniff *in my defence it had to be done- i was cold and only so much will fit as i am losing weight again and stuff hanging in wrong places:o Maybe i should scoff more toast:j

And no Mr.B will not be going HD or anything else with Sky- i was argued against that folks(AKA DS AND DD) would tuff up contributions to it....which happened for about 2 months.:mad:Now it is £19 but that really should go...as it is an area i can save on. So frying pan over the head it is then.:rotfl:

I am looking forward to the Masters course- it was a relief last night. Some of it was because i am expected to pick up the slack on a lot of stuff and the last straw was being told i had to do parade by a letter which went out to parents ( she was on hols) no consultation- nothing..as it is a different weekend than normal, oh then there is the Christmas Fayre etc...it sounds petty, but there were lots of little niggly things-which i am not in the mood to cope with lately. Another time maybe, but i have been made a mug out of at home, so will not have it outside the home.:o

Phew cathartic on here isn't it?

So off to catch up on gossip re charges and banking and work..may even fit in some toast.:D Nomnom.

pepe2008

boredofbeingathome wrote: »

:rotfl::rotfl: I just found it so funny, they are amazing word smiths- masters at their game.:D

This 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, 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 [and not wetting your pants] 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 poss pits, 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 ronkeys who had buge hollocks and digbicks. 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 lethim in.. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let off a fig bart. "Who's fust jarted?" asked the prandsome hince."Blame that !!!!!! 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 pucking ferfectly.



Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny!

Karmacat

I remember stuff like that when I was a teenager - I remember looking at my mum and dad and thinking, how come you think this is funny when you blush at that sort of stuff in real life? Thanks for posting!

taxi73

I agree ..don't let anyone walk all over you.
We only have one life and you need to be able to fit things in for yourself as well as others.

GeorgeUK

Classic stuff - thanks for posting that Pepe

boredofbeingathome

Try reading it without laughing..don't know how they did it.

pepe2008

Blooming Kids....****ing Motorbikes!

Spent Thursday night and half of Friday in the Hospital while they Xrayed DS from every angle before deciding that he hadn't actually broken anything.........they did a CT scan but couldn't find his brain no matter how hard they looked:p.

Some stupid girl pulled straight across in front of him and he T-boned her, landing in a heap on the road. Luckily he's built like a brick outhouse so he survived. Bruised and battered from head to foot, last time it was the left leg..this time the right. He has been v lucky...twice.

( At least he was better than the girl in the nextdoor re-sus bed who had a fractured skull and haemmhorage (you spell it!) after being knocked off her bike ...with NO helmet!)

We think ( hope) that he has now made the decision to get a car licence.........he'd better or I'll kill him meself.

Hope is all sunshine in the Land of Bob. x

boredofbeingathome

I hope he is ok Pepe and the brain is found...Usually at that age it is in the trouser dept..so maybe they were looking in the wrong place ;-)

Not a lot to report at the moment other than i have a lot of end of month stuff to do- bloody job, good bit expenses though..*rubs* hands together.:D

Have paid car today - so that brings it under £2000 now:j it would have been paid if not for a certain person..teenagers and other agers, oh and life getting in the way..:rotfl:

So looking to tot up stuff in a bit as i can't remember where i put my snowball password..teach me to be clever then..:o

Back to grindstone. Have a good weekend everyone. Bob x