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I'm not a pheasant plucker.......

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

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But some say I am a pleasant fucker

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Some might also say 'step away from the alcohol'

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago


"Some might also say 'step away from the alcohol' "

Too late for that snow .....

You never hear the rhyme ...... I'm not a pheasant plucker - I'm a pheasant plucker's son

And I'm only plucking pheasants till the pheasant plucker comes.

Try saying it quickly out loud ..........

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By *isdirtygirlWoman
over a year ago

Dublin

Im only plucking pheasants til the pheasant plucker comes

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By *longshottMan
over a year ago

Limerick

Jaysus that Suzy with the shoeshine shop will be turning up next.

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago


"Im only plucking pheasants til the pheasant plucker comes "

Oh you, most deffo ARE a pleasant fucker durrrrrty

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By *isdirtygirlWoman
over a year ago

Dublin


"Jaysus that Suzy with the shoeshine shop will be turning up next."

Ah here!! How old are you??

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"Im only plucking pheasants til the pheasant plucker comes "

...You have to pluck them fresh, if it’s fresh they’re not unpleasant,

I knew a man in Dunstable who could pluck a frozen pheasant.

They say the village constable had pheasant plucking sessions

With the vicar on a Sunday ‘tween the first and second lessons...

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By *isdirtygirlWoman
over a year ago

Dublin

Theres also....i rattled me bottles in hollick's yard..me bottles i rattled in hollicks yard

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By *longshottMan
over a year ago

Limerick


"Theres also....i rattled me bottles in hollick's yard..me bottles i rattled in hollicks yard "

That could lead to some serious injuries.

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By *oodbuddy 51Man
over a year ago

Puerto Rico Gran Canaria

I am not the pheasant plucker

I am the pheasant pluckers son

I have come to pluck your pheasant

Cos the pheasant plucker couldnt come

Now say that 3 times as quick as you can.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Come in sit down, don't be outside, looking in at the man, inside sitting down looking out

My two favourite tongue twister's are Irish wristwatch

And New York Unique, Unique New York...say fast and furious lol

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By *isdirtygirlWoman
over a year ago

Dublin

This is a story that my dad loved after he saw it on The 2 Ronnies show in the 70s.

This is the story of Rindercella and her 2 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 fatty swannies. The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball but the cotton runts would not Rindercella go.

Suddenly there was a right bucking fang and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking lesbian!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 dimlight,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 Rindercellas door and the sugly isters let him in.Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let a fig bart!"Who 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.

So Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The prandsome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny!!

Ps.. this was not posted to cause offence to anybody xx

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"This is a story that my dad loved after he saw it on The 2 Ronnies show in the 70s.

This is the story of Rindercella and her 2 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 fatty swannies. The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball but the cotton runts would not Rindercella go.

Suddenly there was a right bucking fang and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking lesbian!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 dimlight,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 Rindercellas door and the sugly isters let him in.Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let a fig bart!"Who 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.

So Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The prandsome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny!!

Ps.. this was not posted to cause offence to anybody xx "

Hahaha haha ah jeezuz dirty I fukn love it ya sexy poet lol I fukn love it

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"This is a story that my dad loved after he saw it on The 2 Ronnies show in the 70s.

This is the story of Rindercella and her 2 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 fatty swannies. The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball but the cotton runts would not Rindercella go.

Suddenly there was a right bucking fang and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking lesbian!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 dimlight,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 Rindercellas door and the sugly isters let him in.Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let a fig bart!"Who 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.

So Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The prandsome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny!!

Ps.. this was not posted to cause offence to anybody xx "

Bloody brilliant lol had to keep stopping to make sure I had the right words

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By *ohndunboyneMan
over a year ago

Dunboyne & Dublin


"This is a story that my dad loved after he saw it on The 2 Ronnies show in the 70s.

This is the story of Rindercella and her 2 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 fatty swannies. The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball but the cotton runts would not Rindercella go.

Suddenly there was a right bucking fang and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking lesbian!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 dimlight,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 Rindercellas door and the sugly isters let him in.Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let a fig bart!"Who 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.

So Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The prandsome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny!!

Ps.. this was not posted to cause offence to anybody xx "

Brilliant! Happy memories

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

There is also Mixed biscuits .......say it three times quivkly.

Oh and red leather, yellow leather .......again same as above !!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"This is a story that my dad loved after he saw it on The 2 Ronnies show in the 70s.

This is the story of Rindercella and her 2 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 fatty swannies. The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball but the cotton runts would not Rindercella go.

Suddenly there was a right bucking fang and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking lesbian!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 dimlight,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 Rindercellas door and the sugly isters let him in.Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let a fig bart!"Who 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.

So Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The prandsome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny!!

Ps.. this was not posted to cause offence to anybody xx "
.... bucking frilliant

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