Rhubarb!

by NobblySan

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24 Responses to “Rhubarb!”

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  2. Are you trying to tell us you like rhubarb?

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  3. Sounds like a Boil to me Nobbly. You should get it looked at.

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  4. Great, isn’t it?

    I post two high quality pieces of prose; one a stinging attack on the high-handed arrogance of our Prime Minister, and the other a pile of old bollocks repeating the word ‘Rhubarb’ over and over.

    Guess which one attracts most comments?

    I suppose it goes to show that people find pure drivel more entertaining than David Cameron.

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  5. As I said in a recent post, Theo, I am attracted to young women in “scarcely there bikinis” driving quad bikes while I lie handcuffed to a lobster-pot. Money is not an object and . . . OH, SHIT . . ! – wrong blog.

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  6. Right hand under bra and raise breast…

    Remove hand, unbutton blouse and release bra…

    Respire heavily, undulate bottom and reveal beautiful… oh, shit! …wrong blog!

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  7. Mummy what’s Rude Bob?
    Rhubarb is what we’re having for dessert.
    Mummy you told me too much dessert makes you fat.
    Yes
    Well how come you’re having Rude Bob all the time?
    Now don’t be rude! Bob is your uncle.
    Yuck, I hate Rude Bob.

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  8. When I was a kid, the ‘rag and bone man’ used to come along the street every few weeks, with his horse and cart. One day, I saw a man from along the street shovelling up a pile of manure that the horse had left. When I asked him what he was going to do with it, he told me that he was going to put it on his rhubarb.
    “We have custard on ours” I replied.

    (The old ones are the best)

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  9. Talking about the past has got me all nostalgic….

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