The story of Rindercella and her sugly isters.

Discussion in 'Blue Jokes' started by No_1_Suspect, Sep 13, 2010.

Welcome to the Army Rumour Service, ARRSE

The UK's largest and busiest UNofficial military website.

The heart of the site is the forum area, including:

  1. 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.
    Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared.
    Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She
    turned a pumpkin and six mite wice 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 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 prandsome 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 prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince
    lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a
    follen swanny.
     
  2. RIP Ronie Barker