The way he who shall not be named killed off the other who shall not be named was far too close to the bone for a lot of the decent genuine posters on here.
Had he who must not be named came up with a decent Hollywood ending we may have seen past the idiocy of it all and laughed at it.
Here is my suggestion which I posted on THE thread.
"Sorry to tell you guys but my da seen a bus of children hanging over a cliff edge. He managed to single handedly pull the bus back on the road. He then seen a child hanging on the cliff edge. He preceded to climb down and lifted the child to safety. Only then did he see another child further down. After saving that child he has just reached the top of the cliff when it gave way under an avalanche. He fell 2000ft to his death in the icy rivers and his body was washed away. God I miss him"
How would you have done it?
posted on 21/8/13
I bought my Da a season ticket at Parkhead.
He died from a severe case of lonelyness...
posted on 21/8/13
My da was a well established Scottish football team, and he took a terrible turn for the worse on Valentines Day last year.. That was when we knew it was terminal.
Unfortunately he passed during the summer but I vow to carry on his good name, only it's slightly different but the same, well I don't know tbh and neither does anyone else so we'll just say I'm my da.
posted on 21/8/13
Juke
posted on 21/8/13
posted on 21/8/13
Pointy's post was a belter
I caught Jinky pumpin ma maw so kicked his melt in to death and then I realised he was my da.
Unless he invented me. I'm a bit lost now.
posted on 21/8/13
Alright troop s
Flucking bad news guys. Ma da was the niscest chapp ever. Totaly no fair. You troops all no how much he loved siting on the fence rite?
We'll here he wass, siting on the fence as yousial and here it went right throo um
Doctor s said it "split him in two"
Fluck the fences a won t ma da back
God a miss um
posted on 21/8/13
posted on 21/8/13
Dark humour but I love it
actually enjoyed writing that nonsense
posted on 21/8/13
Openness:
In light of recent passings I confess. I am in fact a transgender, cross dressing transvestie who used to be a devout born again Agnostic .................until I saw the light! I remember it well....it was a 100 w bulb in a lamp only designed for 60w. This disturbance in the earth's equilibrium caused me to reinvent myself as the ghost of Jinkle.
In recent days I've seen various references to Schizo FC......I resemble those remarks and have you know that I have Craig Whyte's lawyers on my case.
So for now I must leave this mortal coil for another parallel dimension, I'm sorry to have deceived you, but in the meantime if you want a bj and your end away at the same time...I'm yer man!
posted on 22/8/13
A'right troops,
I'm sorry to break the bad news, but my da Jinky passed away last night...
He was away oot tae the shoaps to pick up some Werther's Originals and a bottle of Bells, seeing I'd tanked aw his whisky...but on his way back, he wis jumped by a rabid pack of devil dugs.
Turns oot, seeing he's in his late 70's, the old cant was absolutely reekin' of Scotch Broth and Barley Sugars and Devil dugs from miles around picked up the scent and came flocking to him.
He kept them at bay with the Werther's for a couple of minutes, but splashing them with the Bells only seemed tae rile them up and make them mair mental....the poor cant has goat a gammy leg and couldnae shuffle his way back to the safety of his sheltered hoose in time.
He ran oot of Werther's and the dugs promptly set upon him, and he was heard to be screaming "That bassa Jungle tanned ma whiskyyyyyy" as his dying words...
Ah'm feeling guilty, but at least ah've no' goat tae pick up the auld cant from the airport anymore