A Fly called Steve

Once upon a time there was a fly called Steve. He was a nice fly, and he was a homie who was in with the posse. One day when Steve was walking through the pile of dog poop, he saw Trisha his little fly bitch. He walked up to Trisha, who had a sad look on her face. “What’s up mah ho?” said Steve. He was very concerned.

A Mr John Life Happening without Stuntmen

I do declare there is some art
In making you, the perfect fart,

We are extremely lucky to have a spy in the BBC, who feeds our minds with information. Here we have this exclusive transcript of a 'secret' film made recently, which as yet to be shown on British Television.

The story goes a little something like this:

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Show all of your working and take extra note of emboldened text. Marks may be awarded for showing understanding and sympathy towards the plight of the fictional characters used throughout this examination.

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As medical disorders go, haemorrhoids (yes, it's the British spelling, ok?) is quite a “comedy” condition. Almost definitely because they’re on the bottom. The arse. The posterior, the behind, the derriere. They provide comedy material and many, many hours of amusement, probably due to the combination of the pain of someone else, and let’s not forget; IT’S ABOUT ARSES!!! Bums. Buns, browneyes, anuses.

Supermarket Clubcards

“That’ll be twenty-five pounds and sixteen pence sir.”
Cheers, here ya go.
“Do you have a store clubcard?”
Nah.