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Well well well they're popping up and down in this thread like puppets in a Punch and Judy show they are...

Isn't Sharktooth's gay innuendo so exquisitely original and unique and funny? I missed that since all the lefties flounced off in a huff and made their own stupid little forum... no more gay insults and jokes, no more calling women cunts, no more hating people for their religious beliefs, no more patronizing and matronizing brown people, all that lefty shit, gone elsewhere... but sharktooth's a newbie so he trolls over here so as to arse-creep and bootlick his new lefty pals... here Sharktoothy, here's a check list of all the stuff you're against, that offends you, so your cookie-cutter opinions and dogma doesn't get mixed up, I got this off a blog, memorize it and remember to get excited when you encounter any of it...

"...the Western Canon ie: Judeo Christianity, the Greeks and Romans, Capitalist Democracy [being the two essential things that mean a place doesn't suck], the Enlightenment, Industrial Revolution, Renaissance, the Constitution, fun, the free flow of ideas, private property laws, the rule of law, the Anglosphere, science, free markets, music, art, humour, movies, radio, technology, the scientific method, innovation... Phew!...the right to bear arms, dentistry, plumbing, the skyscraper, sanitation, medicine, paediatrics, refrigeration, household appliances, trust, civil government, cars, planes, the space program, literature, the Jews, industrial food production, dogs, great men and women, the Internet, respect for life, paradox, failure and success, nuclear energy, oil, nuclear weapons, books, the rights of the individual over the group, sacrifice, generosity, courage, love, freedom of speech and expression, hate, philosophy, Jesus, confidence, exceptionalism, logical empiricism and the men and women of the military etc, etc, etc..."

Meanwhile back to the Punch and Judy show, it flushed out Mr Groinpuller didn't it, not to mention the promise of a German-pron-style Piss Party at the next fest with Idler on the barrroom floor and all the female posters lined up to urinate on him, oh someone take photos please... I like a nasty thread from time to time, why not Sharktooth's? By now you've probably figured out why Mr Punch aint too big on the nostalgia circuit, why there isnt a modern version of Mr Punch on the Saturday morning kiddy cartoons, some things are best left to fade away into history... on to the third and final episode...


"Mr On The Levvil says,"O no my binses is right here Ive come for a littl sumfing from Pooty." He hasn't took noatis of the frying pan yet.
Punch says, "Going to give you a littl sumfing is she?"
Mr On The Levvil says, "For my swossage you see."
Punch says, "That big hard swossage you mean?"
Mr On The Levvil says, "That's the 1."
Punch says, "That girt big banger you mean?"
Mr On The Levvil says, "Right you are Guvner that's the very."
Punch says, "Youre looking to get sumfing for it?"
Mr On The Levvil hugs his self a littl he says, "Um um Im craving for a littl of that Pooty sumfing. That's what I give her that swossage for din I."
Punch says, "You mean you give her that swossage befor she give you the sumfing?"
Mr On The Levvil says, "That's what I done."
Punch says, "Then you've stil got sumfing coming to you here it is its frying now." He shows Mr On The Levvil Pooty in the frying pan.
Mr On The Levvil says, "Now I call that a frying shame becaws a dead pooty aint much good for sumfing."
Punch says, "Every man to his oan tase. Have a side of bacon."
Mr On The Levvil says, "What Iwl have is my swossage back. No sumfing no swossage."
Punch says, "What if you don't get your swossage back?"
Mr On The Levvil says, "Iwl have my sumfing out of you then it don't make no odds to me."
Punch says, "You aint too fussy how you have it longs you have it?"
Mr On The Levvil says, "Im easy longs I have my sumfing."
Punch terns his back and pointing his arse at Mr On The Levvil he says, "Be you ready?"
Mr On The Levvil hes wynding himself up for it he says, "Ready for it and ramping for it and here I come."
"And here it comes," says Punch. Which that iron sossage comes zizzing out of him and in to Mr On The Levvil. BANG! Flattens him dead.
"Hooray," says Punch. "Punch has done for Mr On The Levvil and every 1 can do as they like."
"Hooo," says some 1 coming up then. It's a goast its got a skul face and all in wite. That skul has horns and a littl poynty beard. "Hooo," says the goast agen.
"Whos that?" says Punch. He don't look easy at all.
"Who do I look like?" says the goast.
"I ratherwd not say," says Punch.
The goast says, "Do you get like a dropping fealing in your belly when you see me?"
"Yes", says Punch.
"That's why they call me Drop John," says the goast.
"O dear o dear o dear," says Punch. "How do I make that fealing go a way?"
"It wont go a way," says the goast. "Itwl be with you longs Im with you."
"How longwl that be?" says Punch.
"From now on," says the goast. "Thats why they call me the Foller Man."
Punch dont look too easy when he hears that. He says, "What dyou want to foller me for?"
The goast says, "I dont want to only I cant help it. When you done for Mr On The Levvil you put me on to you. Mr On The Levvil he ben the out side of me which you knockt him off and now Im nekkit enn I. I dont have nothing I dont have no 1 to live in only you."
Punch says, "Cant live in me theres no room."
The goast says, "O wewl fynd room some time Iwl jus ride on your back til then."
Punch says, "O dear o dear o dear 1 hump is a nuff. I bes be off and put a littl farness be twean us."
"O don't leave me Mr Punch," says the goast. "I dont have nothing nor no body only you. The worl is emty for me only you." With that it hops on to Punchs back its clinging to him all prest up agenst his hump with boath arms roun his neck.
Punch is off then with the goast on his back and the goast is singing:
Drop John The Foller Man
Roal him over throw him down
1 for you and 1 for me
Roading hoam to do it over
Roading hoam to Dover
I stayd sat there looking at the emty space and the paintit smoak and flames on the back clof."

THE END