4 thoughts on “Filthie has, why the brick is crumbling.”
The foyer in my building has a staircase going one down and nine up. One day I came home from work, was opening my letterbox and felt a rumble and great pressure. Rather than hold it in and savour it later in privacy I let it blast, shook the earth and scorched the tiles off the wall and echoed pleasantly long. The lady coming down the stairs right after It shot me a dirty look and my habitual innocent looking around for the culprit failed. Similar faux poohs have ocurred with the elevators…let off a full broadside in solitude and arrive at a surprise floor where some inevitably comely lass hops in with a look of disdain, despite having heard The Deed, then gags the whole journey and staggers out. FML.
The foyer in my building has a staircase going one down and nine up. One day I came home from work, was opening my letterbox and felt a rumble and great pressure. Rather than hold it in and savour it later in privacy I let it blast, shook the earth and scorched the tiles off the wall and echoed pleasantly long. The lady coming down the stairs right after It shot me a dirty look and my habitual innocent looking around for the culprit failed. Similar faux poohs have ocurred with the elevators…let off a full broadside in solitude and arrive at a surprise floor where some inevitably comely lass hops in with a look of disdain, despite having heard The Deed, then gags the whole journey and staggers out. FML.
Not to toot my own horn, but – we all know exactly who was coronated that day.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNv2aSuxM3M
God save the king!
😎👍
I was there the day that Filthie
Wowed the crowd.
The children cried, the women sighed…
And the men said ‘Fuck!’ out loud.
And I would have too, in my younger days.