Thursday, August 25, 2011

There Was A Young Man From Peru...

There Was A Young Man From Peru
by Marcel DeClercq

There was a young man from Peru
Who had nothing whatever to do
So he flew in the garret
And buggered the parrot
And sent the result to the zoo.


Winner of the Peruvian Golden Potty Award For Outstanding Fripperology, There Was A Young Man From Peru was perceived in desperation and became an instant hit with disaffected yoot worldwide, spawning thousands of copycat verses too lood to mention.  All proceeds are donated to the Save The Parrot From Self-Immolation Fund.  To donate, all you have to do is download the following book...






Arf, arf!








10 comments:

Christopher Hudson said...

You need to get out more.

Splendor G. Mainwaring said...

No, I need to get IN more. : )

Splendor G. Mainwaring said...
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Splendor G. Mainwaring said...

Nemo me impune lacessit

Splendor G. Mainwaring said...

The two idiots who write this blog should be deported...

Splendor G. Mainwaring said...

Bird and Buffalo, my ass. Turd and Puffalo is more like it. I'd write a scathing letter of complaint to the authorities, if they knew how to read.

Splendor G. Mainwaring said...

Hard to say which of these two imbeciles is the worse, though I suspect it's the "Bird". His profile makes it clear that he's a cross-dressing whoor, and that appears to be one of his finer attributes. At least the "Buffalo" has the good sense to drool over hot chicks in coffee shops, but on the other hand, it's clear that he is of Belgian descent, and we all know what Leopold I did in Africa, right? Okay, okay, technically he was not Belgian, I get it, but still... while it's true that Belgium makes the best beers and ales in the world, it's also true that there are more drunks there, per capita, than anywhere on the planet, with the exception of Finland, where even the dogs and the children are alcoholics, but who could blame them? If I'd born in Finland, I would've slit my throat a long time ago.

Splendor G. Mainwaring said...

I challenge both you gormless arsewanks to a duel... a dual duel. I will take on both of you at once, you cringing yellow running paper dog soldiers, you shallow, vapous, incongruous turdballs. Your choice of weapons, which would probably be cheese wienies on a shtick, at five hundred yards, if I read you correctly, and I'm sure I do. Bring your seconds, your thirds, your starving asses, yearning to be free of all responsibilities, you piss-poor excuses for human beans. Your mothers wear combat boots, and your fathers are NOT who you think they are.

Splendor G. Mainwaring said...

Oh, yeah, and fuck you and the whoresis you rode in on.

umair aziz said...

budyy make it more precise........
interview process.