garcon magnifique Posted October 12, 2005 Report Share Posted October 12, 2005 In memory of a great man. Ronnie RIP. -------------------------------------------------------- This was (allegedly ) 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. The speed of delivery must have been too much for the whining herds. Try getting through it without converting the spoonerisms [and not wetting your pants] as you read ... Actually, this particular story probably never passed Ronnie's lips - at least not in this form. I seem to remember him doing a version, but it has since become one of the more popular toonerism spales in wwwland, and this is more likely one of the more recent (and explicit!) werorkings… (Google is your friend) Still fiss punny though! -------------------------------------------------------- This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters. 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 prandsome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tomk Posted October 12, 2005 Report Share Posted October 12, 2005 brilliant is it just me or can you imagen him saying that not sure if i have seen it Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ari Posted October 12, 2005 Report Share Posted October 12, 2005 Funny, but no, can't imagine Ronnie Barker reading that, he went near the knuckle but never obscene. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
R32North Posted October 12, 2005 Report Share Posted October 12, 2005 Hilarious! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sipperana Posted October 13, 2005 Report Share Posted October 13, 2005 Barker definitely did one like this although nowhere near as crude. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Recommended Posts
Please sign in to comment
You will be able to leave a comment after signing in
Sign In Now