Last Sunday Jimbo was,as usual,moaning about the latest episode
in his son's life.By now we're all thoroughly sick of hearing about
him but there was nobody else to talk to as they were all watching
the match.It was all Jimmy with the big fuckin'head did this and
Jimmy with the big fuckin head said that and having heard the
story before ,ad nauseum,didn't bite,but the new barman did.
Obviously enthralled by Jimbo's monologue while pretending
to wipe the table he asked,
"why do you call your son Jimmy with the big fuckin head?"
"I have to start years ago when first I met my darling wife,
she was the sweetest and most innocent creature I had ever
set my eyes upon,with jet-black hair you could see your
reflection in."
"Yes but,"said the barman and I laughed to myself.
"Her eyes were dark pools of mystery in which I wanted to
drown and her neck would have graced any swan in the land."
"Yes but,"
"She had the type of breasts yer man would've painted on
the Mona Lisa if she was a nude painting,with the sort of
figure a porn queen would die for."
"Yes but,"
"Her legs went on forever,leading up to the nicest,sweetest,
tightest little cunt any man could ever imagine in his
wildest dreams,...........until along came Jimmy with
his big fuckin' head."
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Well he obviously shouldn't have been drinking alcohol on top of antibiotics before he came out the womb then, should he.
Taaraarah! (trombone)
Mind you, like a good vintage these keep getting better.
I take it then that these high spirits show you've stuck a cocktail stick into that abscess and are now back amongst us drinkers.
No such luck doc.,too fidgety to
write proper blog,sorry.
Barbie,apart from your mocking of the afflicted,(me)I wonder if there
is some kind of Freudian connection
between my last two postings.Does
lack of alcohol always induce such
naval-gazing ? Tell me,I've no
experience of this phenomenon.
Well I'm no expert on the human cha-cha, but Tarzan say that great things can be done these days with post-natal exercises. Given that your human readers include a few men of substance, AB, you shouldn't want to put them off having children.
Could well be Barney me lad. I don't drink which means that my mind is constantly flying at a million fucking miles an hour. The only way I can slow it down is by throwing fucking swear words in every now and a-fucking-gain.
Thanks G.B.,I'll remember that the
next time I find my feminine side.
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