Bucking Frilliant
 

This was originally shown on BBC TV back in the seventies.

Ronnie Barker could say all this without a snigger (though god knows
how many takes).

Irony is that they received not one complaint.

(Ok, so I needed a cup of coffee before it completely made sense... )
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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.

nucking fice one, mal......... :lol:

That needs more than one cup of coffee. :crazy:

If there was ever more of a need for time travel, than to return to the 70'w and see that live on TV, I can't think of it.

Very, very entertaining. =D

Very cleaver! Thanks

I have a very very big cup... some refer to it as a bucket o' coffee.. :)

what a gucking freat joke!

There is a man who comes to the Renissance Fair in Colorado every year who performs stories like this (and this one too). It is much funnier in person because it takes a moment to figure out the naughty words being changed around. Very good!

You know what's scary? I read it and automatically put everything in correct order. How the heck does that happen?!

Yeah. Ditto :|