AN ODE TO BILLY Billy the Seal lived in Victoria Park The Redtits fed him on Clarks Pies and Dark And when it was quiet and the weather stark Johnny Hughes shagged him, in Victoria Park
No offence but I'm beginning to think that you are even more mental than FFS and Viking Jock combined
...John's tiny limp penis left Billy all narked, but the post coital cuddle had lit a spark, now the strollers in kairdiff hear Billy scream "fark!", You're **** at this Johnny but your spunk tastes of Daaark!!
............ Johnny was miffed by his tiny erection It ruled him out of future selection Worse was to come when Billy eyed his small size "Forget, a shag, I'd prefer two hot Clarks pies!"
You might have heard this before, but thought it was worth posting it. A Primary Teacher in Cardiff explains to her class that she is a Cardiff City fan. She asks her students to raise their hands if they too are Cardiff City fans. Everyone in the class raises their hand except one little girl. The teacher looks at the girl with surprise and says, 'Mary, why didn't you raise your hand?' 'Because I'...m not a Cardiff City fan,' she replied. The teacher, still shocked, asked, 'Well, if you are not a Cardiff City fan, then who are you a fan of?' 'I am a Swansea City fan, and proud of it,' Mary replied. The teacher could not believe her ears. 'Mary, why, pray tell, why you are a Swansea City fan?' 'Because my mum is a Swansea City fan, and my dad is a Swansea City fan, so I'm a Swansea City fan too! ''Well,' said the teacher in an obviously annoyed tone, 'that is no reason for you to be a Swansea City fan. You don't have to be just like your parents all of the time... What if your mum was a prostitute and your dad was a drug addict, what would you be then?' 'Then,' Mary smiled, 'I'd be a Cardiff City fan.
What does Chantelle from Big Brother, and Cardiff have in common? They've both been ****ed by Preston.
Last night my wife and I were in Frankie and Benny's in Cardiff. It was awful. I remarked: 'This place is ****ing ****. Let's not stay here any longer than we need to'. The manageress overheard and in an odd mixture of indignation and apology asked me if I could tell her what was wrong with the meal. 'You don't understand' I said, 'I meant Cardiff'.
