When dreadful duty leads you to the place where you have stored him.

And when you walking dog and call the children. "He won't bite", then, see them run, deranged by what you're dragging round and have been since you found him eyeless, stiff and putrid after seven months of "Oo, I wonder where he's got to".

Then Welcome. Um, oo born dead through your own arse welcome. In jaaaaam.

WTF??!!/!11 Lol!!!!!111

When walk to work all swig-faced, six months since you clowned it up and old friends cross the street and no-one pays you any heed. Except. The dung-breath'd men. Who often now will pick you up and van you to the fens to wrestle pigs.

Then Welcome.

Um, oo, plehhrrr welcome. In Jaaam. Jam. Jaaam. Jam. Jaaam. Jam. Jaaam. Jam. Jaaam. Jam.

Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam.

uRE GHEY!!!!!!!!1

When you sick so sad - you cry, and in crying, cry a whole leopard from your eye.

Sad. Flannel.

If you angry so mad, your tongue burst and mouth-juice run gall-bladder bitter.

When you sick so sad you place your face in the puddle of a lay-by, waiting for lorry to splash you.

And when you are inside the infinite misery jumper, pulling it over and over your head, it no hope of ending, because it replicating at the waist band - and you never get out.

Then ee welcome. Oo, then ee arth welcome in Blue Jam.

i'm still failing to see the bitch in this thread. STOP POPPING PILLS PETER!

I'd post it in poetry, but I figured I'd get less flames here.

i don't think its comprehendable enough to flame.

Its not really of course, its just some excerpts from one of my favourite comedians.

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