PU F F I N N I G H T ! !
The Howler Monkey float in the parade was the expected disaster. They may be highly intelligent-but they simply filled the float with nuts which they threw at the crowds. Also one continuously masturbated scattering radioactive luminous sperms onto the crowds. Oh Dear!! So much for equality!
Some of the mongs and freaks had armed themselves with weaponry from the kitchens - hence another bloodbath amongst the Albanian community. By the time I met them they were wearing necklaces of ears and tongues -not a pretty sight! Also they had been scalping beards!!
The sex perverts and nonces had drawn together in solidarity - armed with vibrators sticking out from the folds of their long macs. They formed a formidable block till Frobie hit them with a hail of deadly warm holey melons! They scattered -and we were amongst them!! 3 dead and seven severely injured in less than 45 seconds until they fled back into the shadows! Lurking beneath the railway bridge - where I could hear the mail order bride and her terrifying family of pups howling to the moon (I fear I am their father -that is one family reunion I am not looking forward to!!)
In Arse Street the Easter Parade began its traditional search for flesh - and hostilities commenced!!!!
Needless to say the Sherman Tank came in handy - the Mobility Scooter was set on fire - Frobie barely escaped and his trousers were on fire! Ms FN, armed with a tomahawk and otherwise naked -lead our onslaught - the spirit of Boadicea lives!! At the crucial moment when mongs and Albanians threatened to over run us -I played my trump card. A huge projector displayed the climax scenes from "Honey Does Dorset" (Anal XXX £9.99) onto the figure of the Rude Man carved in the Dorset Chalk behind us! The Albanians broke first,scattering into night pursued by Will-o-the-wisps leaving children and begging bowls everywhere -the mongs followed leaving prosthetic limbs and surgical supports in the smoky blood stained field!
We had won again!!
Later at the Ropemakers we drank Old Lesbian No.6 whilst Old Doctor Scroggity tended the flesh wounds ....
I went home with small terrified but apparently female Gnome - how wrong I was - She Males exist amongst Gnomes as well. Its a pity because I was so close to ejaculation! It would have been my first in company for 11 years...

89 comments:
Blogger stopped me stealing a howler monkey photo for this post from another blog... just thought I would mention it!
The rules:
1. Get tagged
2. List five things that have not been revealed on your blog.
3. Tag five others.
1. I have five legs
2. I don't live in Bridport(Devon, Dorset or Somerset - it was all a misunderstanding)
3. I have written a top twenty hit - years ago!
4. I once won £1700 on a horse race
5. I can hear the sea when I sleep.... anyone want to listen?
I tag the first five people to comment here -if it reaches that number
1. You have loved me, and you have hated me.
2. I have a famous person, who is a member of my family.
3. I once tried to swim the Hellespont.
4. I have been interviewed on Blue Danube Radio (not concerning the famous person in the family).
5. I once wanted to be a priest.
I'm glad you made it out relatively unscathed. I hope you had your innoculations! the scariest part was the dildo clad pervert gauntlet.
I'll link this meme to you from my blog. That way more people may come over to enjoy your adventures.
Did the rabbit who delivers chocolate eggs visit your house? I imagine he/she may have been frightened off by all the goings-on in Bridport.
I bequeath my tagging to the next person - or else you can tag me later on my blog, if you really want to read about my sex-change operation ;)
I'm bitter that the Pervs retreated without much of a fight...and that I sadly had placed a large bet on them to win any and all brawls that occured.
PS...I can't tag or get tagged...it makes my balls itch.
I am absolutely wonderful. I didn't know you were so worried...;) what caused you to... worry?
Hoohohoh...
You couldn't ejaculate because the gnome was a she-male? Frankly, I don't believe you're that straight. No divorce lawyers this time - must be the Easter spirit of forgiveness at work.
Bugger.... I missed puffin night AGAIN after being dumped by Frobisher in layby outside Dorchester , had to run for my life , (in Stilettos) to escape the Dorchester Womens Institute Organ Harvesting Squad , was nearly molested by a woad besplattered, drunken druid , and spent the rest of the night with an amorous cart horse.
To add insult to injury I missed the first 5 tagging.
1. I have a nipple shaped like Peter Griffin.
2. I used to do surveylance work for Lillettes.
3. My middle name can't be pronounced using English.
4. My father was decorated for valour at Woodstock.
5. I have a brother I don't know about.
Mutley, do you think Mr Modo, as dark and mysterious as he is capable of being, might be Baby Cheesus?
I just KNEW you didn't live in Bridport. You would have been chased out by now!
Who was it for? Mud? Sweet? Human League? The Wombles?
I hope you are ok and you got to see your girl this weekend.
I am giving you a little cyber-scurtch between your furry ears.
Excellent night. Firstly I would like to apologise for the coach-load of retired Rotarians who mistook the tar baby as a baby hog roast and proceeding to carve slices off and eat them in front of the horrified mother! The howler monkeys stole three sacks of pre-drilled melons and took them back to their lair - I do hope that the radioactive monkey sperm doesn't cause some horrible mutations in the melons.
There was a gnu in a tutu asking for you at the end of the evening. And my burning trousers burnt all the hairs off me - I look like the Silver Surfer, a look which is proving very popular.
I took loads of pictures and will be doing a photo special!
I have only one secret , only my closest family and three friends know what it is , I suppose that as they know it isnt really a secret.
Mr Mutley what was this song that you penned?
"love me love my dog"?
"leader of the pack"?
"who let the dogs out"?
1. 我秘密地喜欢绘花与我的脚趾。
2. 与我的脚趾。排一条鱼
8. 我无法计数
5. 我不吃咆哮猴子
3. 我安排一条鱼叫- 可疑
1. I secretly like drawing the flower and my toe.
2.My name is really Tai Mu.
8. I am unable to count
5. I not to eat roar monkey
3. I to arrange a fish to call - to be suspicious
I almost choked on my cornflakes this morning when reading of these goin's on. Luckily Mrs R was on hand with her usual breakfast tumbler of Calvados.
I'm now quite convinced you all live a freer and simpler existence down there in the sticks. Here in the Metropolis, our strategically placed police marksmen would have 'taken out' the vast majority of revellers for Deviance Unbecoming A Public Place.
I bought six bottles of Midori this afternoon and will be offering this as a standard liqueur to any guests I wish to encourage to depart chez Raedwald. After they've drunk a glass I'll read aloud the Saga of The Puffinrynitefestblog, Especially the last bit.
i collected what might be several human ears, a mutant heart with seventeen ventricles (served with a light bechamel it is not bad) and a number of long scratches which i suspect are becoming infected. once i finish knitting myself another bark poncho I must resume my canoeish quest in search of seal.
I think I need to read this post again when I haven't had a couple of wines. Maybe I'll understand it more. Bridport sounds more bizarre than my Blah!
Lucien Modo said...
1. You have loved me, and you have hated me.
2. I have a famous person, who is a member of my family.
3. I once tried to swim the Hellespont.
4. I have been interviewed on Blue Danube Radio (not concerning the famous person in the family).
5. I once wanted to be a priest.
4:55 P
1. Are you my ex-wife?
2.Is the famous person Borat?
3. Where the hellespont is that??
4. I was on that Radio show or something similar in Vienna in 1993.
5. Priest?? which religion?
Hammer said...
I'm glad you made it out relatively unscathed. I hope you had your innoculations! the scariest part was the dildo clad pervert gauntlet.
I'll link this meme to you from my blog. That way more people may come over to enjoy your adventures.
Lets hope that they all survive - enjoy???
Lonie Polony said...
Did the rabbit who delivers chocolate eggs visit your house? I imagine he/she may have been frightened off by all the goings-on in Bridport.
I bequeath my tagging to the next person - or else you can tag me later on my blog, if you really want to read about my sex-change operation ;)
Mr F killed the fuckin rabbit - I knew about the sex cahnge -obviously.....
RockDog said...
I'm bitter that the Pervs retreated without much of a fight...and that I sadly had placed a large bet on them to win any and all brawls that occured.
PS...I can't tag or get tagged...it makes my balls itch.
There was something wrong with the perv contingent - a Salvation Army preacher had been amongst them and they were subdued...
Sam. said...
I am absolutely wonderful. I didn't know you were so worried...;) what caused you to... worry?
Hoohohoh...
aaaaahhhhh...Sweet Whispers -you just seemed awfully quiet - shush now everyone shes asleep...
Gorilla Bananas said...
You couldn't ejaculate because the gnome was a she-male? Frankly, I don't believe you're that straight. No divorce lawyers this time - must be the Easter spirit of forgiveness at work.
It was just so unexpected! But when I looked closer I could see the five o clock shadow.. the divorce lawyers never work Bank Holidays Mr B!
BEAST said...
Bugger.... I missed puffin night AGAIN after being dumped by Frobisher in layby outside Dorchester , had to run for my life , (in Stilettos) to escape the Dorchester Womens Institute Organ Harvesting Squad , was nearly molested by a woad besplattered, drunken druid , and spent the rest of the night with an amorous cart horse.
To add insult to injury I missed the first 5 tagging.
But you were with us in spirit and in pictorial form - one of your fan club groups arrived - all dressed as you - they came from a pub in Beer! Also a large hoarding bore your image....
Tickersoid said...
1. I have a nipple shaped like Peter Griffin.
2. I used to do surveylance work for Lillettes.
3. My middle name can't be pronounced using English.
4. My father was decorated for valour at Woodstock.
5. I have a brother I don't know about.
All that is in the first volume of your Biography "From Sheep to Steel!" I know I am the only person to have read it - but still....
Lilith said...
Mutley, do you think Mr Modo, as dark and mysterious as he is capable of being, might be Baby Cheesus?
I just KNEW you didn't live in Bridport. You would have been chased out by now!
Who was it for? Mud? Sweet? Human League? The Wombles?
I hope you are ok and you got to see your girl this weekend.
I am giving you a little cyber-scurtch between your furry ears.
Mr Modo is indeed mysterious and somewhat wanting in commonsense. I doubt he is the Lord Incarnate though... Not telling tthat has to come in the meme -things I never put in the five things etc etc etc....thanks for the scurtch -juts hit the spot...
frobisher said...
Excellent night. Firstly I would like to apologise for the coach-load of retired Rotarians who mistook the tar baby as a baby hog roast and proceeding to carve slices off and eat them in front of the horrified mother! The howler monkeys stole three sacks of pre-drilled melons and took them back to their lair - I do hope that the radioactive monkey sperm doesn't cause some horrible mutations in the melons.
There was a gnu in a tutu asking for you at the end of the evening. And my burning trousers burnt all the hairs off me - I look like the Silver Surfer, a look which is proving very popular.
I took loads of pictures and will be doing a photo special!
The rotarians were fun! especially old Algy -who would have thought a nonagenarian had it in them? I believe the Melon/Monkey cross may be viable Mr F...horrible. That Gnu was my mother - she is not looking good is she?
I look forward to the photos Mr F - I am sure they will be as illuminating as ever!
The Hitch said...
I have only one secret , only my closest family and three friends know what it is , I suppose that as they know it isnt really a secret.
Mr Mutley what was this song that you penned?
"love me love my dog"?
"leader of the pack"?
"who let the dogs out"?
I did think you were John Inman Mr The Hitch - but as he died - I now doubt it - unless that was a publicity stunt?
Mu Tai Dong said...
1. 我秘密地喜欢绘花与我的脚趾。
2. 与我的脚趾。排一条鱼
8. 我无法计数
5. 我不吃咆哮猴子
3. 我安排一条鱼叫- 可疑
1. I secretly like drawing the flower and my toe.
2.My name is really Tai Mu.
8. I am unable to count
5. I not to eat roar monkey
3. I to arrange a fish to call - to be suspicious
I am always suspicious Ms Mu!
Raedwald said...
I almost choked on my cornflakes this morning when reading of these goin's on. Luckily Mrs R was on hand with her usual breakfast tumbler of Calvados.
I'm now quite convinced you all live a freer and simpler existence down there in the sticks. Here in the Metropolis, our strategically placed police marksmen would have 'taken out' the vast majority of revellers for Deviance Unbecoming A Public Place.
I bought six bottles of Midori this afternoon and will be offering this as a standard liqueur to any guests I wish to encourage to depart chez Raedwald. After they've drunk a glass I'll read aloud the Saga of The Puffinrynitefestblog, Especially the last bit.
Life - as you say - the sticks - has its moments Mr R - not least that the hold of central Government is tenuous. I know you are of as nervous disposition - so please do not read Mr Fs blog on the Love that Dare Not Peel Its Name!
The Beast said
layby outside Dorchester , had to run for my life , (in Stilettos) to escape the
Stilettos Mr B??? I would have collected you myself in in my -oh dear whats my fucking car called?
First Nations said...
i collected what might be several human ears, a mutant heart with seventeen ventricles (served with a light bechamel it is not bad) and a number of long scratches which i suspect are becoming infected. once i finish knitting myself another bark poncho I must resume my canoeish quest in search of seal.
Ms FN - the scratches may be poisoned rather than infected -and I am afraid to advise you to seek medical help asap. really....
VI said...
I think I need to read this post again when I haven't had a couple of wines. Maybe I'll understand it more. Bridport sounds more bizarre than my Blah!
But you are sexier Ms Vi - I am duty bound by my membership of the National Society of Male Chauvinist Pigs to mention this at the first opportunity!
I don't recall Judith Chalmers mentioning Puffin Night on the Bridport episode of 'Wish You Were Here'.
What are they trying to hide?
Mr Mutley ,due to an amusing mix up, yes I was wearing stilletos , which lead to some scathing comments from a lorry load of squadies en route to warminster.... I soon taught them some manners.
Harumph
Nobody seemed to notice me watching the event, whilst hiding under the robes of the head nomad! Mind you I never saw much action as my view was interupted frequently by looking up and amiring his tackle.
I came to the event directly after being released from brainwashing at the institute of penal reform
YAY its NFA the worlds laziest blogger (Apart from Natemare).
My answers are
1.I was once mistaken for 80's Z list pop star Gary Numan and was then un ceremoniuosly thrown out of the club(Club for Heroes) when the real Gary Newman turned up.
2.I used to work as a Banquet waiter at Buckingham palace.
3.I was once called a c*nt by drumming legend Buddy Rich.
4.I was once propositioned(obscenely) by two people dressed as a pantomime dromadary.
5.I was once expelled from Camden Palace (nightclub) for letting a foam fire extinguisher off up Steve Stranges bondage kilt
By the Corncob! The things you get up to in Bridport. I think I'm going to send Granny Were over to liven things up still more - it sounds just like her area of research - and I'm sure there werechicken will be well capable of looking after herself - it's the rest of you I'm worried about.
1. I am partial to toast.
2. I clean my shoes with Kiwi polish.
3. I am a member of the local library.
4. My council tax has gone up by 4.9%.
5. I am a lycanthrope.
5. I am a lycanthrope.
DC is a such a braggart.He has very slightly protruding canines , thats all. Goodness what a sense of his own drama he has.
Mutley I was in Bridport this weekend and I have to say that the expectations you have built up were somewhat disappointed . It is rather nice with some good butchers and pleasant coastal access. I was not able to find Arse street and had I had more time I would have visited the Tourist Office and upbraided you on the misinformation your supply .
From my father retirement villa you can see the clock tower and its all very sweet .
I wonder where you do live ...my guess is still West..
1. I am a cyborg.
2. I like to think I'm from Bridport but actually I'm from Cameroun. Puffin nights aren't as good, but much warmer.
3. I was shot in Belgium. Sorry, that was I HAVE shot FOR Belgium.
4. It's all lies invented by the gutter press. I've never shagged an MEP which is amazing given the amount of them that have tried.
5. I nearly had rabies.
Oh alright then if you insist
1 My Auntie once snogged Oswald Mosely
2 My father used to present a well known TV show
3 I once appeared on University challenge
4 I never sleep
5 I can talk backwards
I have been trying to breed howler monkeys for yers. Unfortunately they kweep escing. Since most of their organs are enlarged and gave mild electric shocks, many older wmen like to keep them as pets. When they brek in to my breeding farm, they tend to leave the gat open and all the buggers escape and then get randy with my neighbours flesh-eating sea squirts.
Oh dear Mutley, hope the scratches from the he/she gnome isn't too bad. I hear the word 'manicure' isn't in their language, neither is 'stop it' come to that.
Mr Beast, I have a new found respect for your gun carrying self. Tell me, this fire extinguisher, did it cause much damage to Steve Strange? I am hopeful.
Mr Newmania
All right, I confess I made up that bit about being a lycanthrope. But I was struggling to think of anything else remarkable to say about myself, the man from TV Licensing was hammering on the door again, and Geoffrey (the cat) had just sunk his fangs into my ankle because his lunch looked like being five seconds late. Sorry.
Mutley, I so enjoyed our time together. I am sorry if I came over all Gillian Keith...
Eddie Waring said...
I don't recall Judith Chalmers mentioning Puffin Night on the Bridport episode of 'Wish You Were Here'.
What are they trying to hide?
Judith now serves pints in The Ropemakers Mr W - since her experience during the Violating of the Bridport Virgin
BEAST said...
Mr Mutley ,due to an amusing mix up, yes I was wearing stilletos , which lead to some scathing comments from a lorry load of squadies en route to warminster.... I soon taught them some manners.
Harumph
Did you buy any of their stories Mr B?
Newforestandy said...
Nobody seemed to notice me watching the event, whilst hiding under the robes of the head nomad! Mind you I never saw much action as my view was interupted frequently by looking up and amiring his tackle.
I came to the event directly after being released from brainwashing at the institute of penal reform
1:25 AM
Did you enjoy your stay Mr Newforest? either under the robes or in the looney bin -both answers would be interesting..
BEAST said...
YAY its NFA the worlds laziest blogger (Apart from Natemare).
My answers are
1.I was once mistaken for 80's Z list pop star Gary Numan and was then un ceremoniuosly thrown out of the club(Club for Heroes) when the real Gary Newman turned up.
I once woke up and the weirdo was alseep on my sofa!
2.I used to work as a Banquet waiter at Buckingham palace.
Oh - I have a friend who was a cook there - did you know him?
3.I was once called a c*nt by drumming legend Buddy Rich.
Thats actually pretty impressive -insightful man Mr Rich!
4.I was once propositioned(obscenely) by two people dressed as a pantomime dromadary.
Was one of them Bill Oddie?
5.I was once expelled from Camden Palace (nightclub) for letting a foam fire extinguisher off up Steve Stranges bondage kilt
Do you ever seee anything of the old loon?
3:22 AM
Atyllah said...
By the Corncob! The things you get up to in Bridport. I think I'm going to send Granny Were over to liven things up still more - it sounds just like her area of research - and I'm sure there werechicken will be well capable of looking after herself - it's the rest of you I'm worried about.
Strangely werechickens are a recognised local phenomena-perhaps she would find a mate?
D. C. Warmington said...
1. I am partial to toast.
2. I clean my shoes with Kiwi polish.
3. I am a member of the local library.
4. My council tax has gone up by 4.9%.
5. I am a lycanthrope.
Only 4.9%??? Thats a fuckin miracle-here it has been closer to 11% -don't get me started bloody liberals
Newmania said...
Mutley I was in Bridport this weekend and I have to say that the expectations you have built up were somewhat disappointed . It is rather nice with some good butchers and pleasant coastal access. I was not able to find Arse street and had I had more time I would have visited the Tourist Office and upbraided you on the misinformation your supply .
From my father retirement villa you can see the clock tower and its all very sweet .
I wonder where you do live ...my guess is still West..
The tourist Info office have recently become rather interested in my Blog as I do hit the search if u google BRIDPORT. The aftermath of puffin night was still visible surely? Those hydrocehaplics do not go out easily! Arse Street runs from the Junction of Fart Street and Hangthepikies Close - what clock tower? That is the outlet for a uranium enrichment facility buried deepbenath the ground...
Aunty Marianne said...
1. I am a cyborg.
2. I like to think I'm from Bridport but actually I'm from Cameroun. Puffin nights aren't as good, but much warmer.
3. I was shot in Belgium. Sorry, that was I HAVE shot FOR Belgium.
4. It's all lies invented by the gutter press. I've never shagged an MEP which is amazing given the amount of them that have tried.
5. I nearly had rabies.
Sorry to take exception but you are not a cyborg -OK? Who did you shoot for Belgium -I have to presume they deserved it. I have shagged an MP-his name is David Atkinson -then the closet queen of Bournemouth!
Newmania said...
Oh alright then if you insist
1 My Auntie once snogged Oswald Mosely
2 My father used to present a well known TV show
3 I once appeared on University challenge
4 I never sleep
5 I can talk backwards
9:16 AM
Oswald Mosely? are you sure it was an Aunt?
Ooh ooh TV Show -was it Sooty and Sweep?
Uiversity challenge -oh dear - did Neasden FE ever get on University Challenge?I think that might have been some kind of pub quiz....
I know you never sleep -cheeky - ok talk backwards then!!!
Crushed by Ingsoc said...
I have been trying to breed howler monkeys for yers. Unfortunately they kweep escing. Since most of their organs are enlarged and gave mild electric shocks, many older wmen like to keep them as pets. When they brek in to my breeding farm, they tend to leave the gat open and all the buggers escape and then get randy with my neighbours flesh-eating sea squirts.
Were you a bit pissed when you wrote this ?- only your spelling is terrible - Ms S tells me you speak like this - so whatever... The monkeys might eat the sea squirts given a chance and they are highly intelligent.....
Minx said...
Oh dear Mutley, hope the scratches from the he/she gnome isn't too bad. I hear the word 'manicure' isn't in their language, neither is 'stop it' come to that.
Mr Beast, I have a new found respect for your gun carrying self. Tell me, this fire extinguisher, did it cause much damage to Steve Strange? I am hopeful.
Thank you for your advice Ms Minx. I have spent the afternoon in a bath of dettol. Mr B was a groupie for Bo George - so obviously he squirted Steve Strange - didn't they all?
D. C. Warmington said...
Mr Newmania
All right, I confess I made up that bit about being a lycanthrope. But I was struggling to think of anything else remarkable to say about myself, the man from TV Licensing was hammering on the door again, and Geoffrey (the cat) had just sunk his fangs into my ankle because his lunch looked like being five seconds late. Sorry.
dont be shy -I sense here the beginning of a new relationship...go on ask him
Lilith said...
Mutley, I so enjoyed our time together. I am sorry if I came over all Gillian Keith...
The Poo lady of the Scottish Soprano??
I think I may write to Bridport Tourist Information and request to know what excatly is going on. In fact it becomes more essential to my sanity with every passing second.
..and them with their plans to develop the beach and all....
cinyC.nac I yeltuM.
Blimey Mutley, this was a lot more exciting that my weekend in the suburbs!
how do you top that??
Newmania said...
I think I may write to Bridport Tourist Information and request to know what excatly is going on. In fact it becomes more essential to my sanity with every passing second.
..and them with their plans to develop the beach and all....
3:16 PM
Its a good idea Mr N - they are very fond of the work I do on the towns behalf- please do not agree to pass on any letters -they may be writs...
CityUnslicker said...
Blimey Mutley, this was a lot more exciting that my weekend in the suburbs!
how do you top that??
Mr C- I have been following your blog for some days - I hope you now have a sense of the serious perosn behind this exterior????
MUTLEY SAID I hope you now have a sense of the serious perosn behind this exterior????
Don`t worry Mutley I know that behind your glittering facade of careless venal hedonism ,indolence ,limitless self delight and brazen lascivious fawning courtesanship.......
Sorry I`ve forgotten what I was going to say..
No sorry its gone.
What were we talking about ?
Although I am rather late in the day to make mention to the world, or to that portion of which that reads Mr. Mutley ravings, and then subsequent posts by readers and Mr. Mutley's replies, I too would like to come clean, in some kind of base celebrity exhibitionism, and reveal my five secret secrets.
1. I have a tendency towards verbosity.
2. Mrs Gosling's 'safe word' is giraffe.
3. I was born without pubic hair. It only began to grow when I was a teenager.
4. I have a fear of drinking cold water (it takes my breath away).
5. I once scanned a twenty pound not, printed it, then left it half sticking out from under the rear tire of my Hillman Minx. I then sat in a coffee shop across the road and waited until an old man noticed the note. I took great pleasure in watching him stand in the cold until the driver returned so that he might pick up the note. I made him wait four hours. That is less than minimum wage!
Mrs. Gosling`s safe word is Tuba for me and I believe she uses Green with Mutley....(eventually)
But I am a cyborg! I am! I have X-rays to prove it! OK, it's true you can't see the internet access, or the USB ports, or the inbuilt lazer....
Sheesh. No-one believes anything around here. And it's all true.
Would that be Tuba, or tuber? And Green! Just the thought makes me laugh!
Ok I'll do five really true things.
1. At one time I worked in a dole office with Nik Kershaw.
2. As a child I fought off an attack by armed EOKA terrorists.
3. I've never had Anal Sex either way with either sex in my entire life. But I haven't given up hope.
4. I once vomited about a gallon of red wine and champagne over Princess Margaret's equerry when he was dressed in a very expensive unbleached linen suit. And didn't offer to recompense him.
5. Out rough shooting last winter, I let go both barrels at a fox in a bush. It was someone's ginger and white cat. I buried it.
Ha! I say in amuseful. Have your made up stuff which is so laugh to me! Here five for me have fully true thing:
1. i have castrated infant pigs (they ran off and played like nothing happened. strange and not a little unnerving.)
2. i consciously eavesdropped on a guy having sex with two girls at once
3. i once thought i found a drowned child in the Columbia Slough but it turned out to be a bloated rat
4. i have scavenged at the dump and sold the result to antique stores
5. i fed a worm to Bill Beiser and he ate it. i told my mom i only fed him dirt but it was really a worm with dirt on it.
Newmania said...
MUTLEY SAID I hope you now have a sense of the serious perosn behind this exterior????
Don`t worry Mutley I know that behind your glittering facade of careless venal hedonism ,indolence ,limitless self delight and brazen lascivious fawning courtesanship.......
Sorry I`ve forgotten what I was going to say..
No sorry its gone.
What were we talking about ?
We were talking about politics Mr N - I know it is new for you - but local elections are coming soon!
Oliver Gosling said...
Although I am rather late in the day to make mention to the world, or to that portion of which that reads Mr. Mutley ravings, and then subsequent posts by readers and Mr. Mutley's replies, I too would like to come clean, in some kind of base celebrity exhibitionism, and reveal my five secret secrets.
1. I have a tendency towards verbosity.
2. Mrs Gosling's 'safe word' is giraffe.
3. I was born without pubic hair. It only began to grow when I was a teenager.
4. I have a fear of drinking cold water (it takes my breath away).
5. I once scanned a twenty pound not, printed it, then left it half sticking out from under the rear tire of my Hillman Minx. I then sat in a coffee shop across the road and waited until an old man noticed the note. I took great pleasure in watching him stand in the cold until the driver returned so that he might pick up the note. I made him wait four hours. That is less than minimum wage!
The Hillman Minx is a fine vehicle Mr Gosling - I trust you look after it well. I myself have a Triumph Toledo (white) . I believe I had assumed allthe other points to be true, especially the note trick
Newmania said...
Mrs. Gosling`s safe word is Tuba for me and I believe she uses Green with Mutley....(eventually)
Mr N! I believe you are fomenting trouble -that is so unlike you. Mrs G's word is indeed Green but I hear it so rarely I had all but forgotten.
Aunty Marianne said...
But I am a cyborg! I am! I have X-rays to prove it! OK, it's true you can't see the internet access, or the USB ports, or the inbuilt lazer....
Sheesh. No-one believes anything around here. And it's all true.
I believe every word you write Aunty -as I have been brought upto respectmy elders
**Miaow**
Oliver Gosling said...
Would that be Tuba, or tuber? And Green! Just the thought makes me laugh!
You should never eat green tubers Mr G,usually the result of badly ridged plants in my experience
Raedwald said...
Ok I'll do five really true things.
1. At one time I worked in a dole office with Nik Kershaw.
Was he ever late for work Mr R? I only ask....perhaps something kept him in bed in the mornings?
2. As a child I fought off an attack by armed EOKA terrorists.
Blimey! Doyou have super powers? I have always thought you did have!
3. I've never had Anal Sex either way with either sex in my entire life. But I haven't given up hope.
Well I am up for it - Iam sure there will be several other volunteers -always better than a pressed man?
4. I once vomited about a gallon of red wine and champagne over Princess Margaret's equerry when he was dressed in a very expensive unbleached linen suit. And didn't offer to recompense him.
Was this deliberate Mr R - if yes then ... Godd for you,the bastard probably deserved it!
5. Out rough shooting last winter, I let go both barrels at a fox in a bush. It was someone's ginger and white cat. I buried it.
Oh my God !! Tiddles?? Tiddles -did it have a little precious pink and diamante collar - nooooooooooo!
mutleythedog said...
Oliver Gosling said...
Although I am rather late in the day to make mention to the world, or to that portion of which that reads Mr. Mutley ravings,
Ravings!! I am just writing about my efforts to make sense of a challenging world Mr G... DO YOU THINK I DESERVE SUCH ENDLESS MOCKERY???
First Nations said...
Ha! I say in amuseful. Have your made up stuff which is so laugh to me! Here five for me have fully true thing:
Ilike fully true things Ms FN - by the way you are an excellent writer and blogger!
1. i have castrated infant pigs (they ran off and played like nothing happened. strange and not a little unnerving.)
I Have done lambs by fitting a really small tight rubber ring around their nut sack. Apparently it just shrivels up and drops off - I knew how that feels after the Sex Mad Dwarf fiasco...
2. i consciously eavesdropped on a guy having sex with two girls at once
Now that sounds fun! you should write a proper post about it ! I have made a movie like that. Did one hand start to creep between your thighs and rub the .....
3. i once thought i found a drowned child in the Columbia Slough but it turned out to be a bloated rat
Colombians can be like that Ms FN - have no fears! Did you eat it?,
4. i have scavenged at the dump and sold the result to antique stores
Practical recycling - I feel my mother purchased some of that stuff...
5. i fed a worm to Bill Beiser and he ate it. i told my mom i only fed him dirt but it was really a worm with dirt on it.
Bill mentioned this on his blog the other day (www.billbeiser.blogspot.com) - do you believe in love at first sight?
Eddie Waring seems to have dissappeared. What a shame...
Be polite young man, or I'll be round the Woodman with my shilleaghly. Shillaly. Shillaylee. Oh sod it. I'll be round for a pint.
That'll be a pint of Pinot Grigio. They may as well get a stock in.
Aunty Marianne said...
Be polite young man, or I'll be round the Woodman with my shilleaghly. Shillaly. Shillaylee. Oh sod it. I'll be round for a pint.
That'll be a pint of Pinot Grigio. They may as well get a stock in.
I am not sure the Woodman has draught Pinot Aunty... should I check? I always try to be polite...
Here's one on the house
a pint for mutley
That'll be a pint of Pinot Grigio. They may as well get a stock in.
Auntie M- For a pint of Pinot you may be issued with your very own " Safe word " and join in with the Pagan festivities.
My exciting new role involves clambering into an enormous staw statue where Mutley says the very best views of the fiery hellish inferno can be had.
I quiver with girlish anticipation although I worry the Whicker frame work will chafe my skin.
Sorry it didn't look like a link.
Here's your pint :)
LINK....a pint for mutley
Newmania said...
That'll be a pint of Pinot Grigio. They may as well get a stock in.
Auntie M- For a pint of Pinot you may be issued with your very own " Safe word " and join in with the Pagan festivities.
My exciting new role involves clambering into an enormous staw statue where Mutley says the very best views of the fiery hellish inferno can be had.
I quiver with girlish anticipation although I worry the Whicker frame work will chafe my skin.
Thats right Mr N,thats right -don't worry I have some special non flammable protective oils you can soak yourself in to ....er? avoid chafing..Yes thats it... avoid chafing... You won't get cold Mr N....
Alan Whicker framework?
You could see the whole world from up there.
She must have me confused with Newmania. I can write English but only talk Dolphin.
paaa
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