"You see Dan, every night I'd go to bed and this stuff would drip on my head. It was all slimy and smelt sort of sickly sweet. To be honest I was completely flumoxed by this. And then my Nurse told me to check out the loft above my bed. Eureka mate! I found the decomposing cadaver of one of Wee Davy's victims. It had been rotting and a-dripping on me for some time. What a relief! I was so happy that I sang this song" - CLICK HERE
My Aunty Gary is a truly wonderful fella. She's got a wickedly dry sense of humour - very observational! With wit like that who minds a few fungal infections, eh. But I can't help thinking that there is something strangely familiar about him... no, these are the thoughts of crazy man! Nah, surely not... but then we have visited Nineteenth century England together on a number of occasions - CLICK HERE TO FIND OUT MORE.
(All those featured here have been prawn eyed to preserve anonymity) My girlfriend Quim is bigger than me She lifts me up quite easily I can't lift her...I've tried and tried She must have something heavy inside!
Dan Many Coats
A poem borrowed from the late Spike Milligan Who as I'm sure DeBunkem would agree could bunk up in our Shack any day of the week. Had he not been dead of course..
