Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2007 20:38:44 GMT 10
Warning : Parental Guidences Recommended.. read on.....
Start with scarey background music
....and the coloured girls go..
do, do, do, do........ do, do, do, do...
Its late on a windy and wet friday night and mad professor Reddo is quietly working away in the loft of "the shed of invention"at Barnsville
He has sent all his slave labour home early from Reddotel enterprises and its just him and the bats in the bellfrie.
The fly poop splatter 25 watt light yellowing light bulb is flickering away providing just enough light to let the professor insert a wick into the last of the"Black powder red cigar" xmas presents he has been preparing for his workers, there is a draught coming from the fridge.. in fact about 6 long necks of draught in the past hour ,
The bats are complaining about having to eat upsidown and then poo upwards.... yuuuuukkkk
the loft smells like a chinese wrestlers jock strap
"bloody bats... useless damn things you'se are.. why dont yas move out and get your own flat.
Just then clock struck midnight ......a strange scratching noise is heard on the roof of the shed.. ( do, do, do, do.. do, do, do, do.. thank you again coloured girls)....shortly followed by an "ooockity OOOOOoo... coo.. coo .. Ooocity Oo... Oh No!!... the scratching moves from the ridgecap to the gutter followed by a dull thud on the porch.
"Ooookitty Ooooo Ooookity THUD....oooooooooo... bugger". The pidgeon has slid off the roof and landed on its head in the wet and windy conditions.
Twas one of Reddos prized red chequer messenger pidgeons coming in to roost. He got 10 out of 10 for flying at pidgeon flight school but never attended landing classes.
Prof Reddo grabs the bird and notices a message tapped to its now broken leg.
It reads..
"Come quick Proff Reddo there is this horrible fugly thing terrorising the small outpost of Botswanna... Dozens of people dying from shock / horror... horses being spooked.. cattle found in paddocks with heads chewed off.. Virgins are becoming "unvirged" ....Come quick.. bring big gun"
Hugs and kisses.. love Stanley Livingstone...""
Poor old Stan.. too much time in the bush has sent him gay...
"Jeeves my good man" .. "yes master Reddo.. " I say Jeeves we look like we are on another mission.."yes ,master.....
Better pack the yaks and prepare for an expidition into the wilds of botswanna Jeevsey. Old Gay Stan has got himself in trouble again. Gunna need the 50 calibre Hawkins , 20lbs of black powder and a mule load of lead shot....
Tits been 40 years since my great great grandad Reddo locked horns with a "fugly"... God damn hideous things they are jeeves... oh and pack a pair of fresh undies too.. Once you see these Fuglys you will poop your pants and i aint copping you on the yak with fouled pants. Dont want you smelling like the northern end of a south bound camel now do we young Jeeves.. "Yes master Reddo"...umm I mean... "No master reddo"....
Attaboy Jeevsey now get packing and wake me at Sparrafart tomorrow morning, its gunna be a big day out on the hunt.
"Make sure you water the dog and take the flowers for a walk too. "
....
WEEEEEELLL FOLKS
What has our intrepid "Fugly huntin' Reddo" got himself into this time........
Will he fit a long neck 6 pack on the Yak
Will Jeeves crap his dacks
Will Reddo come home with a "fugly trophy rack"
Tune in tomorrow when you will here Reddo say " Sniff , sniff can you smell that Jeeves.. It smells like we are getting close to that stinking, rotten , foul smelling , feral fugly" Gad wot old son.....................................................................................................uuuuummmmm , Sorry sir i need to borrow the Sorbent. ;D
Dont come back folks.. we will be right away ;D
Reddoldmuzzeloaderfromwayback