Those of you who have the misfortune to know my work are unfortunate. I have a simple way of working that begins with words and ends with an image. Sense wouldn’t be one of my strong points so I tend to play up on that and tell the world how unbrilliant I am. Those words I mentioned haven’t got any particular structure, cohesive thought or right to be read but I continue to do what I do for reasons unknown to you, I or my doctor’s patients. Today is a different day for today is the first time that the words are as unrelated to the image as elephants are to sophisticated gourmet bagels. There is no punchline today for the simple fact that I haven’t a clue what the image is about:
Bill it’s a well known fact that Gordon Ramsey makes the best sex dwarf casserole craved by those badgers with the utmost discriminating taste or so they say.
Don’t be listening to those badgers, they’ll say the first thing that pops into their sex dwarf head to get what they want.
LOL!!! Too funny Bill!
Thanks Deb
Let me see. There are several ways to interpret this:
Gordon Ramsay Sex
Dwarf Eaten by Badger
Gordon Ramsay
Sex Dwarf Eaten by Badger
Gordon
Ramsay Sex Dwarf
Eaten by Badger
Gordon Ramsay Sex Dwarf Eaten
by Badger
I’ll quit now.
I see what you’re doing there. Can’t say I understand it but that’s a major flaw with me – understanding stuff!
Aw poor Gordon Ramsay. Sex dwarfs are so hard to come by.
Massively true and those badgers will be the death of us all.
Or could there be a book titled Gordon Ramsey Sex Dwarf Eaten and the author is some guy named Badger. Ya know, the single name thing? Could it be Sting’s pen name?
Both of those are just so plausible but it really does sound like it could be Sting’s pet name!
I guess it’s a warning to keep your sex dwarves safe from badgers!
I could of read that a thousand times and just wouldn’t have seen that!