| Report for Michael Fordyce | |
|---|---|
| Approved stories | 3 |
| Rejected stories | 1 |
| Summary | Reprehensible Swot |
Another of the Popeye variations (did Elgar write these as well)
I'm Popeye the sailor man
I live in a caravan
I love to go swimmin'
With bare-naked wimmin'
I'm Popeye the sailor man.
Related to me by my errant father. It was very risque at the time. So much so in fact, that I distinctly remember my mum giving me a clip roud the ear for reciting it.
I'm Popeye the sailor man
I live in a caravan
I love to go swimmin'
With bare-naked wimmin'
I'm Popeye the sailor man.
Related to me by my errant father. It was very risque at the time. So much so in fact, that I distinctly remember my mum giving me a clip roud the ear for reciting it.
A Dundee ode to the fat.
Fatty cin ye bounce
Cin yer erse cha choony?
Which asks the question "can that bottom chew gum?"
Fatty cin ye bounce
Cin yer erse cha choony?
Which asks the question "can that bottom chew gum?"
This is not entirely true. I went out with a girl who had been stabbed viciously in that flap of tissue between your thumb and index finger, by a particularly malevolent little shit. She was left with a permanent little lump and a mark that is, to this day, distinguishable as pencil "lead". Curiously her best pal, who was born in a whole different continent has one as well.