From the estimable pages of The Cracker Finishing School for Boys comes this morning's gem:
"The Stuttering Finn brought his 3 year old boy named Achilles to work on Friday. And I was the only one who thought it was ironic that he was wearing Capri pants."
And to revisit another favorite from the world's most hilarious modern agitator - David Thorne, from the madness that is 27b/6:
"I appreciate Mr Cargan's preference for anonymity all too well.
Each day before I leave the house, I dress as an elderly Jamaican woman and am well known in the community as Mrs Cocowan. That way, if I ever find myself involved in a major crime, and it is just a matter of time, they will be looking for a large old black lady that sings for money at the train station and can run suprisingly fast. "
I mean, damn. Who writes like that anymore?
1 comments:
Quite brilliant!
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