| Report for Cookie | |
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| Approved stories | 2 |
| Pending stories | 2 |
| Rejected stories (hidden) | 2 |
| Deleted stories (hidden) | 5 |
| Summary | Mean Boy |
Because, she did. Everything was funny to her and she did laughed like a turkey.
We would say something, like, "May I go to the toilet please?", and she would gaffaw like a demented wildfowl, "yeah, righto, lubble-lubble-lubble".
(Or however one "spells" turkey-laughter)
We would say something, like, "May I go to the toilet please?", and she would gaffaw like a demented wildfowl, "yeah, righto, lubble-lubble-lubble".
(Or however one "spells" turkey-laughter)
Mrs Pocklington's breath was so bad that no one dared ask her for help. If you were foolish enough to ask for help, she would come over to you and breathe her foetid stench breath of rotted shit and dead animals over you until you died. Or spewed. Or spewed then died.
We all failed History that year.
We all failed History that year.
Is this the 'Cookie' who emailed us and asked why his/her entries weren't going up? He asked WHY his entries weren't going up?
They are called Marathons, not Snickers.
And if you disagree you are gay and like watching "Buffy".
Living in the sticks, one has an abundance of vegetables. The darkest, outer leaves off a cabbage, when allowed to dry out long enough in the airing cupboard, then chopped up, are very easy to sell as Monkey-Dance Ganja.
Monkey Dance got its name after the noises and actions that young Chappers made, when he found out he'd spent £20 on inhaling some coleslaw.
Monkey Dance got its name after the noises and actions that young Chappers made, when he found out he'd spent £20 on inhaling some coleslaw.