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E go's to bed at 7.30pm so a ickle bed time story for him. . . . .Once upon a time in a ickle village in Belguim lived a man called Willo. . . .Willo had a loverly Gaylander auto wiff a leffer arm rest [feeling drowsey] it wur his pride and joy and he used to dream about it [slowly drifting orft] Mrs Willo wernt happy cos it used to smell er doozle in the garage, but clever ole Willo modded the fuel pre heat system [ rubber necking] he used to clean the black bits wiff cricket bat juice to mek it the best in Belguim [snoring like a tratter owner] but wun day disaster struck a sound that sent a shiver down his spine and melted all his chocolate kinder eggs. . . . .PHOOKIN. . . . . . . . . QUACK QUACK!!!!!!!!QUACK QUACK HIS CAR WENT QUACK QUACK QUACK. . . .
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