Thursday, June 14, 2007

The Case for the Defence

'Go on then, jump in. You won't, you big puss.' 'Fuck off, I'm doing it! I am!' 'Puss. You’re a fucking puss. What's that, puss? What's that? 'Meow?' All I hear is 'meow.' What, do you want some milk? A mouse to play with? Is that what you want, puss? Those are some stylish boots you’re wearing, puss. Puss.' And that's why I killed him, Your Honour.

11 comments:

  1. 'Hey, aren't you Willy the One-eyed Milkman?"
    "According to your mum I am, boy."
    'But why did she refer to you as her "GArbage-man Lover?"
    "Ah that's because I once emptied my sack in her back passage."
    "You sick fuck...."

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  2. "CUNT!"

    "WANKER!"

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  3. "Hey, look! Booty!"
    Roger turned and ran, once again skipping out on his pirate-pilates class.

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  4. "Don't point! You'll have someone's eye out."

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  5. Good, but redundant.

    Still, not your fault I recycle my images far apart so people won't notice...

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  6. "BOLLOCKS! It was on your other eye yesterday. Bol-effing-locks!"

    "...bollocks indeed."

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  7. "What happened to your eye?"
    "Jack was wanking again"
    "But Jack lives on that island all the way over there!"
    "Ah, he's a powerful swimmer and so are his sperm".

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  8. - "Go on pull my finger."
    - "O, grow up farty boy."

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  9. "Stephen!! That's no fair, I thought we agreed that I would wear the fashionably out of date swim trunks to the Gay Swimmers Awards!"

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