Thursday, July 12, 2007

On the Internet, No-one Can Hear You Yif

All Bertie wanted was to explore Second Life in peace as a Cockney chimney sweep, but the ever-increasing hordes of catgirls made this impossible. He was forced to hire a protector, whose 'fees' eventually became an even worse torment. But by then it was too late...

3 comments:

LeeLee said...

"Look Bonzo;" said Freddie "the Home Office have replied to our coded message. At last have finally got permission to go to the Front as an 'undercover dog'. You can join Papa at Verdun and give Fritz a good seeing to."

"you stupid boy,I can't believe you fell for all that 'Home Office' bullshit." Replied Bonzo. "This is my 'Raising Funds for our Brave Boys in FRance' disguise. It's the only way I could avoid conscription and stay in Blighty. And by the way, the only one getting a good 'seeing to' is, your mum."
"you mean...?" gasped Freddie...
"Yes, Freddy," replied the other, with sadistic glee in his voice: "Doggie Style..."

Wannabekraut said...

Newton's laws say that something has to be balancing out that dog's tail.

Andy said...

Moments later the box on Rapedog's chest exploded, making him the world's first suicide bomber.

Within days, the bombs were falling on Furlandia.