Read
aloud this as quickly as possible - but not within earshot of sensitive ears.
It is full of spoonerisms. Any mistakes are YOUR responsibility
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
Thursday, 13 December 2007
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2 comments:
Ha- ha-ha-
My brothers used to talk like that to keep me from knowing what they were talking about--thanks for the mem--ries
connie
I heard a story like this when I was a child and looked forward to his backwards fairy tales. Except he wasn't using the word 'fugly' for the childrens time, lol. This reminded me of talking with my sister so no one else would know what we were speaking about.
NELISHIA
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