Zeal's Treasure Thread

[YB941 5thD EFM ~soul~]

 

Is he going to have a crack? He is you know. Oh, I say! That is Schoolboy's Own stuff. And I bet even he can't believe it!

 

 

[YB941 5thD EFM ~soul~]

 

Mabbutt. Fed him well. Samways to his left. Lineker uses him by not using him. Good try - he's scored! And David Seaman will be very disappointed about that! It seemed to slip straight through his fingers!

 

 

[YB941 5thD EFM ~soul~]

 

 

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[YB941 5thD EFM ~soul~]

 

Wild Honey Pie

 

 

[YB941 5thD EFM ~soul~]

Partly Dave by John Lennon

 

There once upon a time was a man who was partly Dave - he had a mission in life. 'I'm partly Dave' he would growm in the morning which was half the battle. Over breakfast he would again say 'I am partly Dave' which always unnverved Betty. 'Your in a rut Dave' a voice would say on his way to work, which turned out to be a coloured conductor! 'It's alright for you.' Dave used to think, little realising the coloured problem.

 

Partly Dave was a raving salesman with the gift of the gob, which always unnverved Mary. 'I seem to have forgotten my bus fare, Cobber,' said Dave not realising it. 'Gerroff the bus then' said Basubooo in a voice that bode not boot, not realising the coloured problem himself really. 'O.K.' said partly Dave, humbly not wishing to offend. 'But would you like your daughter to marry one?' a voice seem to say as Dave lept off the bus like a burning [*******].

 

 

[YB941 5thD EFM ~soul~]

The above short story is a humorous indictment, of course, before any more of you P.C. weirdo's PM me to have a moan.

 

 

[YB941 5thD EFM ~soul~]

Sad Michael by John Lennon

 

"There was no reason for Michael to be sad that morning, (the little wretch): everyone liked him, (the scab). He'd had a hard day's night that day, for Michael was a Cocky Watchtower. His wife Bernie, who was well controlled, had wrabbed his norman lunch but he was still sad. It was strange for a man who have everything and a wife to boot. At 4 o'clock whne his fire was burking bridelly a Poleaseman had clubbed in to parse the time around. 'Goddeven Michael,' the Poleaseman speeg, but Michael did not answer for he was debb and duff and could not speeg.

 

'How's the wive, Michael' spoge the Poleaseman

 

'Shuttup about thatl'

 

'I thought you were debb and duff and could not speeg,' said the Poleaseman.

 

'Now what am I going to do with all my debb and duff books ?' said Michael, realising straight away that here was a problem to be reckoned with.

 

 

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[JKiF]

ah the Bunton...thinks can he tell the "story"

[YB941 5thD EFM ~soul~]

Depends whether all my illusions and dreams will be shattered, JK!

 

 

[JKiF]

best keep quiet then !

[Laz]

Tell it all!

[YB941 5thD EFM ~soul~]

Oi - do this on yer own Treasure Threads. This patch is mine!!

 

 

[Laz]

Fine! JK start a separate thread somewhere.