Tuesday, 4 August 2009
The great gig in the sky
But Mickey had never, ever done a rotating gig in the waiting room of an Abortion clinique.
In the running...
Yes Philip. Philip there is.
Jonty's out.
Jonty's out and you're in.
What do you mean by 'I'm in'?
You're in.
You are in.
We want them to offer you the job.
You're in the running.
Offer me Jonty's job?
Yes.
They're going to offer me his job?
Oh no, They'll most likely offer it to Patrick.
Yeah, big Pat is the most likely candidate.
We like Pat.
We do.
But we don't want him to have the job.
You don't?
No.
No, we want you to have the job.
You think I'm the right man for the job?
Honest answer?
Honest answer.
We'd like Doug to have the job.
Or at a push, Lizzy.
You'd like Lizzy fuckin' Green to have the job?
At a push.
Jesus, over me?
In an ideal world yes.
Then why don't you fucking ask her in a 3AM?
Cause we work for you.
If you get the job, we get the job.
And we're the best team for the job.
Jonty's team are a bunch of nib-ends.
Jonty's a prick too.
I hate fuckin' Jonty.
So how come the jobs on offer?
He's dying.
What?
Yeah, he's dying.
JESUS!! Cancer?
No.
No, whore flu.
Whore flu?
Oui.
Bagsy fuckin' his wife at the funeral.
Monday, 3 August 2009
Happy Birthday to Jew
“It looks like a massive dildo
“Does it?”
“Is it?”
“Open it”
Bry did has he was told. He always did has he was told when it came to
“Yep, it’s a massive dildo”
“Not exactly son, it’s a massive wooden dildo. It’s an antique. Mary Magdalene used it, and because it wooden, it is believed that her dried up cunt juice’s can be found within the perfectly crafted bell end”
Bry stood, gob ajar, in amazement.
“
“Don’t talk like that
“Sorry
“I’m glad you like it. But a massive wooden dick isn’t your only gift. You see that box up there? Fetch it down would ya?”
Again, Bry did has Bry was told. There was no way of mistaking this box. It contained a cake, but not just any old cake. As he opened his box he was instantly hit by the ‘Gregg’s’ logo right in the centre of the cake.
“Obama’s bung hole! It’s a Gregg’s cake
“They do for you canny lad” His Nan replied.
This was turning out to be the best day in Bry’s life, ever.
“This is turning out to be the best day in my life, ever”
“Open the cake”
“Open the cake?”
“Open the cake like the way that guy’s chest open’s in ‘The Thing’ and dive in”
“That Paddy McGuinness’s hand. He cut it off and placed there himself”
“I hate Paddy McGuinness he’s just a one trick pony, that trick being he’s Peter Kayes mate. But I bastard love Greggs”
“Take a look at that ring. It’s been specially made just for you. It’s your Favourite footballer”
Bry looked at the sovereign and upon it laid the face of Alan Sugar.
“Alan Sugar?”
“Yes, he plays for
“Does he fuck
BANG!
Bry was on his ass.
Had she?
She fucking had!
Bry felt his forehead.
“
“Yes I have you pussy, now get up and look in the Mirror”
“What the funk!?”
Upon His red bleeding forehead lay a perfect imprint of Alan Shearers boat race.
He turned to his
“This is for you boy. Happy birthday”
She gave him a kiss.
He placed the ring on his finger. Alan was a god to
It’s only 09:23 and this is by far the most perfect day.
“It gets better love. Let’s go to the Living room”
In the living room the telly was talking to itself, ITV1 was on and The Jeremy Kyle show was just about to begin.
Both Bry and his
“Hello and welcome to Jeremy Kyle. Before we start may I just wish Bryan Cutcura a very happy Birthday and can I also present to him my cock and balls”
Fin.
Saturday, 1 August 2009
Somefang for the weekend.
Thursday, 30 July 2009
The tale of Cack
My Diary '95
'3rd June 1995'