THE SISTERS OF NO MERCY...
I REALISE AFTER MY LAST POST THAT I WAS SINKING IN TO THE DEPTHS OF DEPRAVATION..I HAVE BECOME A SEXUAL DEVIANT IN MY QUEST TO BLOG THE DOWN RIGHT FILTHY..PLUS THE BLOGDUM POLICE ARRESTED ME LAST NIGHT FOR GROSS MISSUSE OF THIS BLOG ARENA, I WAS CHARGED WITH LEWD BEHAVIOUR AND HELD UNDER THE SEXUAL TERRORIST ACT...I HAVE TO DO 15 HOURS COMMUNITY SERVICE AT THE LOCAL OLD PEOPLES HOME *LAST CHANCE VALLY*....CLEANING OUT COMMODES...AND SINGING VERA LYN SONGS...YOU KNOW THE ONE ..WE'LL MEET AGAIN DONT KNOW WHERE DONT KNOW WHEN... ALSO I WAS ORDERED TO JOIN THE NUNNERY FOR MY SINS...SO HERE I AM ..BUT I HAVE SEEN THE LIGHT...AND VERY NICE IT IS TOO ITS A TIFFANY LIGHT VERY CHIC..IM NOW PART OF A FUNDAMENTALIST ORDER OF NUNS KNOWN AS THE MOTHER FUCKER TERESA CONTINGENT...A FASCIST SECT OF ARMS DEALERS WHO PLAN TO OVER THROW THE JESUS CHRIST OF LATTERDAY SAINTS MOB...WHOOPEE!!!...SISTER NOIR IS IN HER GLORY....HALLELUJAH! I SAY, ALTHOUGH THESE HABBITS AREN'T EXCACTLY HAUTÉ COUTURÉ...BLESS YOU ALL.....AND AS DAVE ALLEN USED TO SAY...MAY YOUR GOD GO WITH YOU...
posted by gypsy noir at 7/26/2006
30 Comments:
I'm sure a nun's habit will be very becoming...dressed up with some designer shoes and a Versace veil, of course....plus, you get to smack young children's hands with rulers...or do they still do that??
What's Alfie to do while you're in this sect? Can he be some kind of cat of God or something? Jesus Cat? Our Holy Cat of the Ascension? Sister Mary Alfie, patron saint of the pet food aisle?
we hang the children upside down and cane the soles of their feet dear...oh yes i nice robert cavali scarf will set the habbit off nicely...alfie is an atheist he believes only in himself mary beth...
LOL
Gypsy, this is becoming too much of a habit...
The firearms do add a nice touch to the photo - you could try flogging them on my Angus page...
Dominique nique nique...La la la la
lol a bad habbit...or should that be hobbit that got me in to this situation..hail mary ..be-jesus..
Firearms?
Cheap?
Shhh... don't tell Mal.
we shall do a deal with angus and malc..kalashinkovs ak-100 series *sale now on*...
ok angus ..shhh! harry the head nun will do you a special price..
gypsy.. the sister on the far left? im pretty sure she was my high school principal..
oh yes.. ssster
~Lace~
Ha ha! Now I see where they've got to...this transmogrification is taking an interesting turn....watch out Gypsy! Don't you see what you're getting into?
It's those lost comments that morphed into loose comments (see my comment, your last post), and are now evern looser habits...or should I say dangerous habits...a gun habit iw the worst, especially with a beard..lol
lol..val this town is full of pure evil..wayward comments...crooked nuns..gay lords lurking on every carpark...beguiled it is i tells ya...it has put a hex on everyone who moves here its a dirty old town for sure...but on the plus side we do have happy shopper vodka!...
OMG Gypsy, that brings back memories...Happy Shopper! Can't remember which store used to do that, but I know it was one of the chains...lol...Happy Shopper vodka must be the real gut rot stuff. Only one step up from paint stripper!
Still, very fitting for such a den of iniquity...Can't wait for the next package tour! Will have to come on a recce..
val you must come and try our goats head mead..it makes happy shopper vodka look like nats wee..but be warned it has side effects it makes you want to recite william wordsworth poetry in a arther askey fashion...its quite surreal..
...Gypsy goats head mead on ice all around... add that to the flask!
...might make for a very interesting time at the riverbank...
Back to back...ten paces...turn...hurl words(worth)...
Guns
Nuns...
...they rhyme, you know.
What have you done to yourself - it's the SS Noir!
What, summat like this...
I scampered blindly as a clot
That floats on high on Dale's hills,
When all at once I saw the blot,
A juggernaut load of daff-odils;
Beside the swamp, beneath the muck
being mangled by that friggin duck
Goin' on an on like stars wot shine
And splutter in the murky sky,
They was just a never-ending line
and stank like some old rank fish pie
Ten thousand I sees at a glance,
wiltin' their heads in a dyin' dance.
...an so on..?
Thik that'd reaaaaally do me!
frau noir...i was made to do this under extreme duress...its these pasky nuns they are facsists you know..val!! brilliant!!...you have excelled yourself this is fantastic stuff...so you have been hitting the goats head mead behind my sleeping back..and was it said in a arther askey stylie..i read it with that in mind..
arma-blodoy-geddon...
OK A/Dale, but I'm still on the goats head mead...think I'll just have to finish that there Wordsworth poem..... ok, here goes..
...to be read in a strong Arthur Askey accent
The rot beside them reeked; but they
drowned-ed the fetid stink in glee
A poet could not but decay,
In such depressin’ company:
I reeled -- and retched -- but didn’t choke
Cos I was used to chimney smoke
and ‘ere, when on me belly I lie
In sodden or in drunken stupor,
They flash upon me inward eye
and make me think of fish in batter;
And then me brain with pleasure fills,
And wallows in them daffodils.
Yay Val/Wordsworth/Askey... whoever he is.
Excellent! clap clap clap
...you have a thing for daffodils?
val my dear that was a beautiful recitel but in future for true athur style you must begin with the irritating catch phraze."hello playmates"..dale he was a short arse comedien of the 50's 60's..
i think im going to spontaniously combust now!!..
tsk tsk..how could I have forgotten...lol...allo playmates..! think I'll continue the tradition...being a shrinking arse myself..;-)
lol you fal good never be a shrinking arse nor violet...you poetic genius you...
fal??????
ohhhhhh fal...lol...my name is falefie falafal....poetry is my game...
That's ok Gypsy - I keep typing in Bal instead of Val - I've always manged to catch it though...
...god forbid another short botty about...
my faculties are shrinking fast...i can't write nor spell..im off on a tangent..where i will land no one knows..falefie falafal i like it sounds so tragic...
this place is over run with short arses...wearing underwear made out of hair...the gussets are specially made in thailand dlea...
Hey Gpysy - I took your advice and set the boys straight!
Although Angus appears none too pleased about it...
ROFL
glad to hear that dale so no pistols or indeed greches at dawn..and i'll cancel the egg sandwiches and mead..nah we'll still have them...
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