Rat Junior travelled on something called Megabus Lupo.
I had to have him fumigated and boiled when he got home.
Later the family agreed that he should be destroyed
no but he failed to notice all the carnival floats that subsequently ran him over. I was on the 60s abortion themed float.
We blew up a load of pink marigolds, painted little faces on them and pulled them out of a fat sex doll.
Grotto, there's hordes of these stumpy humour slayers massing at our northern border.
Disguised as men or even highland cattle, the chowder slurping gorgons are all vying for a slot (see what I did there?) on Sassenach TV
It's at this point that he and Judaism took separate paths.
I don't think on Call The Midwife they should be helping so many slags give birth Punkle. In reality they would have gone to the coat hanger lady or my Aunty Vi
Fry (and other funny poofters) have done more for Bovril pole dancing than decades of your Jeremy Thorpes and Oscar Wildes.
As my Aunty Vi used to say:
"Ratty, if we were meant to be fucked by some cunt sneaking up behind us, we'd all be Alsatians.