Lizard

[jj]

Scaly bugger, innee?

And those trousers- GOOD GRIEF !!!!!
NORAD has the other pair, and the Hoorussians pissed blue when
they were threatened with them by Jim Kennedy in the '62 crisis.
Apparently, Che' tried to hijack them but Liz's missus hit him with
a bottle of supermarket ros? and he jumped into his second-hand
Messerschmitt Bf109 [thanks, Ebay!!] with one Hell of a limp, and
crash-landed at John Lennon Airport.
Said trousis are now on permament loan at the Walker...... nose-clips
are advised.

[Lizard]

........eeees mean,.....eeeees green, he's a fucking has been....olay olay olay olay...

ps: g'wan, gis a loan, say..... 30groats, just so I can buy some pantaloons.

[jj]

Even for you, this is incoherent nonsense.




Well done.

[jj]

...or [with the pantaloons and whatnot, and suchlike] possibly
a Restoration comedy.

Fie; a plague on yer boils, good Sirrah, for I durst dare a
tamping wopple on thy Keighley trunnions, and the De'il take
the hindmost. For Lady Marchmont is great with child, and may
drop her spawn e'en in the alley!
Your sword, Sirrah! And be quick about it !!

[Deuce Bigolo]

Just one question

Was it the Barking and Romford toad loitering with intent in lizards trousers for 2 years that makes the nose clips necessary?

[jj]

No, he'd also shit his pants.
Forgot to mention that....

[Lizard]

Wrong! I shat in your pants..

Have a nice day.

[jj]

What you do, in the privacy of your own broken-down caravan
in that M56 lay-by, with my used lace scanties is [thankfully]
your own 'business'.



'Business'..... geddit??