In memory of Ronnie Barker

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  1. [align=center]This is the tale of Rindercella and her Sugly Isters[/align]

    Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion.
    Rindercella worked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying posspits, and shivelling shot.
    At the end of the day, she was nucking fackered.
    The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One was called Mary Hinge, and the other was called Betty Swollocks, they were really forrible uckers, 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.

    Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and a gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She turned a pumpkin and six mite whice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and dig bicks.

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

    At the ball Rindercella was dancing with the pransome hincewhen 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 pransome hince knocked on Rindercellas door and the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swollocks lifted her leg and let off a fig bart.

    "Who's fust jarted" asked the pransome 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 Swollocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the pransome hince a knack in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and a hig bard on. He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly.

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