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Wolfy is now getting cross

He's spent months on here arguing the toss

He says he's free thinking,

but we all have an inkling

He's probably just been on the sauce.

 

:thumbsup:

 

The Fish is a wise-cracking suitor,

He works all day long on the 'puter

He still gets the lasses

He likes tits and asses

Bravado Dave's after Cath's pooper.

 

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Far too bored driving home from Manchester :lol:

 

There once was a fucker so dreary

So obsessed with conspiricy theory

"Rockets won't work in heaven"

"The yanks faked 9/11"

That he made all the normal folk weary.

 

They tried to convince him with sense

Tried to tell him to not take offence

"You keep wearing your blinkers,

you closed minded thinkers"

The wittering cunt was too dense

 

They tried to convince him with science

Diagrams of a nuclear appliance

"You fools don't know your jobs,

you were told stuff by nobs.

He continued his robust defiance

 

They concocted a remedy drastic

With the aid of Cath's knicker elastic

And some plans from Ant's pocket

They constructed a rocket

To get rid of the tedious spastic

 

As the hour of departure drew near

Wolfy began to tremble with fear

"The rocket will smash,

I'll be fucked like a gash! (sorry :blush2: )

Nothing can leave this old earth's atmosphere"

 

The moment of fate came with a bang

The rocket was launched with a TWANG

As we lost sight if it

He was still spouting shit

But we were rid of the ignorant wang

 

As the missile approached outer space

Wolfy's little heart started to race

"I'm facing my doom,

nowt moves in a vacuum

I'll just freeze up here in one place"

 

He frantically clawed at the walls

Tried making some SOS calls

"I'm done for, I'm for it!

Nothing can leave our orbit

(See his knowledge of physics is balls)

 

He entered the darkness. Indeed

For oxygen he had a need

But he was speared up the ring

By a sattelite's wing

And he plummetted eathwards at speed

 

As the re-entry friction, Wolf heated

He realised he'd been defeated

He struck Newcastle hard

like an aster-retard

And the worlds true free-thinker was beated

 

 

The End........or is it

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Far too bored driving home from Manchester :lol:

 

There once was a fucker so dreary

So obsessed with conspiricy theory

"Rockets won't work in heaven"

"The yanks faked 9/11"

That he made all the normal folk weary.

 

They tried to convince him with sense

Tried to tell him to not take offence

"You keep wearing your blinkers,

you closed minded thinkers"

The wittering cunt was too dense

 

They tried to convince him with science

Diagrams of a nuclear appliance

"You fools don't know your jobs,

you were told stuff by nobs.

He continued his robust defiance

 

They concocted a remedy drastic

With the aid of Cath's knicker elastic

And some plans from Ant's pocket

They constructed a rocket

To get rid of the tedious spastic

 

As the hour of departure drew near

Wolfy began to tremble with fear

"The rocket will smash,

I'll be fucked like a gash! (sorry :blush2: )

Nothing can leave this old earth's atmosphere"

 

The moment of fate came with a bang

The rocket was launched with a TWANG

As we lost sight if it

He was still spouting shit

But we were rid of the ignorant wang

 

As the missile approached outer space

Wolfy's little heart started to race

"I'm facing my doom,

nowt moves in a vacuum

I'll just freeze up here in one place"

 

He frantically clawed at the walls

Tried making some SOS calls

"I'm done for, I'm for it!

Nothing can leave our orbit

(See his knowledge of physics is balls)

 

He entered the darkness. Indeed

For oxygen he had a need

But he was speared up the ring

By a sattelite's wing

And he plummetted eathwards at speed

 

As the re-entry friction, Wolf heated

He realised he'd been defeated

He struck Newcastle hard

like an aster-retard

And the worlds true free-thinker was beated

 

 

The End........or is it

Canny. ;)

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Far too bored driving home from Manchester :lol:

 

There once was a fucker so dreary

So obsessed with conspiricy theory

"Rockets won't work in heaven"

"The yanks faked 9/11"

That he made all the normal folk weary.

 

They tried to convince him with sense

Tried to tell him to not take offence

"You keep wearing your blinkers,

you closed minded thinkers"

The wittering cunt was too dense

 

They tried to convince him with science

Diagrams of a nuclear appliance

"You fools don't know your jobs,

you were told stuff by nobs.

He continued his robust defiance

 

They concocted a remedy drastic

With the aid of Cath's knicker elastic

And some plans from Ant's pocket

They constructed a rocket

To get rid of the tedious spastic

 

As the hour of departure drew near

Wolfy began to tremble with fear

"The rocket will smash,

I'll be fucked like a gash! (sorry :blush2: )

Nothing can leave this old earth's atmosphere"

 

The moment of fate came with a bang

The rocket was launched with a TWANG

As we lost sight if it

He was still spouting shit

But we were rid of the ignorant wang

 

As the missile approached outer space

Wolfy's little heart started to race

"I'm facing my doom,

nowt moves in a vacuum

I'll just freeze up here in one place"

 

He frantically clawed at the walls

Tried making some SOS calls

"I'm done for, I'm for it!

Nothing can leave our orbit

(See his knowledge of physics is balls)

 

He entered the darkness. Indeed

For oxygen he had a need

But he was speared up the ring

By a sattelite's wing

And he plummetted eathwards at speed

 

As the re-entry friction, Wolf heated

He realised he'd been defeated

He struck Newcastle hard

like an aster-retard

And the worlds true free-thinker was beated

 

 

The End........or is it

:lol:

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Far too bored driving home from Manchester :lol:

 

There once was a fucker so dreary

So obsessed with conspiricy theory

"Rockets won't work in heaven"

"The yanks faked 9/11"

That he made all the normal folk weary.

 

They tried to convince him with sense

Tried to tell him to not take offence

"You keep wearing your blinkers,

you closed minded thinkers"

The wittering cunt was too dense

 

They tried to convince him with science

Diagrams of a nuclear appliance

"You fools don't know your jobs,

you were told stuff by nobs.

He continued his robust defiance

 

They concocted a remedy drastic

With the aid of Cath's knicker elastic

And some plans from Ant's pocket

They constructed a rocket

To get rid of the tedious spastic

 

As the hour of departure drew near

Wolfy began to tremble with fear

"The rocket will smash,

I'll be fucked like a gash! (sorry :blush2: )

Nothing can leave this old earth's atmosphere"

 

The moment of fate came with a bang

The rocket was launched with a TWANG

As we lost sight if it

He was still spouting shit

But we were rid of the ignorant wang

 

As the missile approached outer space

Wolfy's little heart started to race

"I'm facing my doom,

nowt moves in a vacuum

I'll just freeze up here in one place"

 

He frantically clawed at the walls

Tried making some SOS calls

"I'm done for, I'm for it!

Nothing can leave our orbit

(See his knowledge of physics is balls)

 

He entered the darkness. Indeed

For oxygen he had a need

But he was speared up the ring

By a sattelite's wing

And he plummetted eathwards at speed

 

As the re-entry friction, Wolf heated

He realised he'd been defeated

He struck Newcastle hard

like an aster-retard

And the worlds true free-thinker was beated

 

 

The End........or is it

:lol: Amazing!

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Far too bored driving home from Manchester :lol:

 

There once was a fucker so dreary

So obsessed with conspiricy theory

"Rockets won't work in heaven"

"The yanks faked 9/11"

That he made all the normal folk weary.

 

They tried to convince him with sense

Tried to tell him to not take offence

"You keep wearing your blinkers,

you closed minded thinkers"

The wittering cunt was too dense

 

They tried to convince him with science

Diagrams of a nuclear appliance

"You fools don't know your jobs,

you were told stuff by nobs.

He continued his robust defiance

 

They concocted a remedy drastic

With the aid of Cath's knicker elastic

And some plans from Ant's pocket

They constructed a rocket

To get rid of the tedious spastic

 

As the hour of departure drew near

Wolfy began to tremble with fear

"The rocket will smash,

I'll be fucked like a gash! (sorry :blush2: )

Nothing can leave this old earth's atmosphere"

 

The moment of fate came with a bang

The rocket was launched with a TWANG

As we lost sight if it

He was still spouting shit

But we were rid of the ignorant wang

 

As the missile approached outer space

Wolfy's little heart started to race

"I'm facing my doom,

nowt moves in a vacuum

I'll just freeze up here in one place"

 

He frantically clawed at the walls

Tried making some SOS calls

"I'm done for, I'm for it!

Nothing can leave our orbit

(See his knowledge of physics is balls)

 

He entered the darkness. Indeed

For oxygen he had a need

But he was speared up the ring

By a sattelite's wing

And he plummetted eathwards at speed

 

As the re-entry friction, Wolf heated

He realised he'd been defeated

He struck Newcastle hard

like an aster-retard

And the worlds true free-thinker was beated

 

 

The End........or is it

 

 

Well done sir :lol:

 

The Admin will be in touch shortly regarding your Prize. :)

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  • 1 year later...

There was once a Toon blogger called Stevie

Who was partial to the occasional selfie

Out of towners, he'd bait

And he never was late

to show he's the board's biggest super Geordie

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Fish was a bit of a jerk

Who wore his pyjamas to work

He though he looked hot

But his bosses thought not

And made him redundant, oh ferk

 

 

(Too soon) :(

 

Harsh, but fair :lol:

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CT, in a quest to keep eating

Without having to move from his seating,

Yelled proudly: "Behold!

My food never goes cold

Now my sofa has underfloor heating!"

 

 

:lol: Just choked on my bacon sarnie laughing with small child saying " whats the matter daddy"! :lol:

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CT, in a quest to keep eating

Without having to move from his seating,

Yelled proudly: "Behold!

My food never goes cold

Now my sofa has underfloor heating!"

 

:clap:

 

CT sure has some front

To mock from behind a gunt

His flip-flop opiinons,

(too stupid for simians)

make him seem like a dim witted cunt

 

His moniker was chosen by chance

as he scanned round the room with a glance

We're lucky, you and me

that he spotted that tree,

Else he'd be called "My Disappointing Penis"

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A cunning you linguist called Marty
Had only one wish in his hearty
To dress up all glam
With CT and sing wham
At the Eurovision after show party

 

 

But sadly this 80s recital

Had only a limited lifecycle

Though he tried eagerly

Talent-wise, our CT

Was the Ridgeley to Meenzer's George Michael

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