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this is a email i got the other day
This was originally shown on BBC TV back in the seventies.
Ronnie Barker could say all this without a snigger
(though god knows how many takes). Irony is that they received not one
complaint.
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 fetty 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 dig
bicks
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 let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and
let
off a fig bart. "Who's fust jarted??"
asked the prandsome hince.
"Blame that fugly 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.
This was originally shown on BBC TV back in the seventies.
Ronnie Barker could say all this without a snigger
(though god knows how many takes). Irony is that they received not one
complaint.
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 fetty 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 dig
bicks
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 let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and
let
off a fig bart. "Who's fust jarted??"
asked the prandsome hince.
"Blame that fugly 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.
