Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the spoon, the mouse flew over the moon....... The little dog laughed (not actually pictured) on the hour, and the rolling pin run away with the flour.
[Edit - how do you red thumb your own post - this is really crap ]
Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the spoon, the mouse flew over the moon....... The little dog laughed (not actually pictured) on the hour, and the rolling pin run away with the flour.
[Edit - how do you red thumb your own post - this is really crap ]
Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the spoon, the mouse flew over the moon....... The little dog laughed (not actually pictured) on the hour, and the rolling pin run away with the flour.
Vogon poetry. Actually, Sausage, I rather liked it.
Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the spoon, the mouse flew over the moon....... The little dog laughed (not actually pictured) on the hour, and the rolling pin run away with the flour.
Vogon poetry. Actually, Sausage, I rather liked it.
"Vogon Poetry is of course the third worst in the Universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem, Ode To A Small Lump of Green Putty I Found In My Armpit One Midsummer Morning, four of his audience died of internal haemorrhaging, and the President of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off ... The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Greenbridge, Essex, England in the destruction of the planet Earthwas written by seabreeze forum poster, Sausage, and can be found at www.seabreeze.com.au/forums/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=57559#478322"
Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the spoon, the mouse flew over the moon....... The little dog laughed (not actually pictured) on the hour, and the rolling pin run away with the flour.
Vogon poetry. Actually, Sausage, I rather liked it.
"Vogon Poetry is of course the third worst in the Universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem, Ode To A Small Lump of Green Putty I Found In My Armpit One Midsummer Morning, four of his audience died of internal haemorrhaging, and the President of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off ... The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Greenbridge, Essex, England in the destruction of the planet Earth."
Oh sausage, sausage, sausage will you please go for a sail mate
Kitty liked to play with his food before he ate it, but this morning the young scientist was feeling a bit devilish. "If a rat flies that high with a spoon of this length, how long a spoon will it take to catapult this rat right over the fence into the Rottweiler's yard next door..."
Okay I can't be outdone so here's an even worse one....
Humpty Dumpty mouse lived in Yeppoon, Humpty Dumpty mouse sat on a spoon, All the queer kiters & all of their strays, couldn't convince mousy boosting wasn't gay.
Okay I can't be outdone so here's an even worse one....
Humpty Dumpty mouse lived in Yeppoon, Humpty Dumpty mouse sat on a spoon, All the queer kiters & all of their strays, couldn't convince mousy boosting wasn't gay.
Okay I can't be outdone so here's an even worse one....
Humpty Dumpty mouse lived in Yeppoon, Humpty Dumpty mouse sat on a spoon, All the queer kiters & all of their strays, couldn't convince mousy boosting wasn't gay.
Mousey's artistic interpretation of " Kiter hanging in the wires " was a controversial topic of conversation at the annual Ledge to Lancelin after comp party......
Driving all the way over to Sandy point to only score a couple of 30+knt sessions in 2 months started to effect Hardie, it changed him. He became heartless and cruel and he took his frustration out on anything he could get his hands on.
