Lorks a mussy – what the fark’s going on?
It seems my tardis-like bin has now resurfaced itself – at the base of Lord Hereford’s Knob, in Herefordshire…
What are the chances ey? From “Twatt” to “Knob” in 5 days: Must be nearly Christmas or something.
I reckon my wheeliebin has a mind and a sense of humour all of its own…
Send help (or more Cider) – the choice is yours…
Stan T
P.S Note to self: Must remember to “take myself up the Black Mountains” sometime…
5.37 a.m in the big Wheeliebin house – and as usual, naff all’s happening…
“Ah, good morning to the day! And next – my knob” to mis-quote Ben Jonson’s “Volpone” and Whoopsy – incomiiiiing…Phhwwwwwwwpp - “good morning to my arse” to quote myself…
Anyway, to my blog…
Woke up this morning with a bit of brown-stained newspaper flapping about on my face: Could be squitty dog shite, could be brown sauce – not prepared to take the lick-test…
Any road up, was bored, so thought I’d take a read…
And as I live and breath, tis’ an article about that erstwhile twonk Noel Edmonds of all people, Continue reading
“Skip skip skip to ma blog, skip skip skip to ma blog, skip skip skip to ma bloooooooooooog, skip to my blog my…” too late I’ve shat me pants.
Pass me the Blogroll would ya love? This toilet has been well and truly blogged…I say “blogged”, pebble-dashed more like…like a flock of sparrows it was, never even touched the sides. And a smell to beat all smells whilst I’m at it…Think of my arse as an “Ark”: All of the animals crawled up there two by two and obviously went and died…Fuck me that’s rancid…I’m sure that pigeon was off…
And talking of flatulance – as we were – check this out: Me “Doctor Fart” Joke off of YouTube…
Take it away Dr Fart on YouTube…
Did you know, some peoples’ sphincters are so tight, only dogs can hear them fart? Luckily I don’t have that problem – and my bin, when you think, is the perfect sounding board: It acts as a fan-fuckin’-tastic resonating chamber. Hear ‘em for miles you can – and smell ‘em too when I get a good wind up behind me…
“Send me some fuckin’ material over here…”
“What am I? Some sort of fuckin’ clown over here?”
Night, night
Uncle Stan (’s shat his Trolleys…)
Yep! Stan Trolley is born! Welcome to cyberspace – and welcome to my world…
Bloody Nora – what are the chances? A wheeliebin with Wi-Fi!
Some twonk’s only gone and thrown away a lap-top – and it works – solar powered an’ all!
So right, look out World, here I come: Stan Trolley’s “Blog” is born…
August 31st in the year of our – fuck me, a clown in a wheeliebin… Continue reading
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