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oh my god, Im am soooooo envious – Dad met John Travolta!  He’s so cool!

And then he rang mum and she chatted to him!  *sighs*

oh, and on reflection, and from comments, the background was too bright, so I decided to tone it down a bit…

Just to tickle your fancy – A Ronnie Barker skit

This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters.

Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Rindercella worked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying poss pits, and shivelling shot.

At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered.

The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One was called Mary Hinge, and the other was called Betty Swallocks; they were really forrible huckers;they had fetty sweet and fetty swannies. The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts would not let Rindercella go.

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Her name \r\nwas Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She
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six dandy ronkeys who \r\nhad buge hollocks and dig bicks

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The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be \r\nback by dimnlight
otherwise, there \r\nwould be a cucking falamity.

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At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the \r\nprandsome hince when
suddenly the \r\nclock struck twelve. "Mist all chucking frighty!!!" said
Rindercella, and she ran out tripping barse over \r\nollocks, so dropping
her slass \r\nglipper.

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The very next day the prandsome hince knocked \r\non Rindercella\’s door
and the sugly \r\nisters let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her
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"Blame that fugly ucker over there!!" said \r\nMary Hinge. When the
stinking brown \r\ncloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on both the
sugly isters without success and their feet stucking \r\nfunk.

\r\n

Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and \r\ngave the prandsome hince a
knack in \r\nthe kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge
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six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and dig bicks

The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnlight otherwise, there would be a cucking falamity.

At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when suddenly the clock struck twelve. “Mist all chucking frighty!!!” said Rindercella, and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks, so dropping
her slass glipper.

The very next day the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella’s door and the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let off a fig bart. “Who’s fust jarted??” asked the prandsome hince.

“Blame that fugly ucker over there!!” said Mary Hinge. When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters without success and their feet stucking funk.

Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the randsome hince a knack in the kickers. This was not ifficult as he had bucking fuge halls and a hig bard on. <!–
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He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and \r\nit fitted pucking
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Rindercella and the prandsome hince were \r\nmarried. The pransome hince
lived his \r\nlife in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a
follen swanny. \r\n

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He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it itted pucking ferfectly.

Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The ransome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny.