Who's Afraid of the Big Fat Arse?
(AAP) - Locals in the sleepy township of Lapstone were awoken with a start in the small hours of Saturday morning, when the local chapter of "Fat Repulsive Ugly Bastards" or FRUBs as they call themselves, staged thier annual Festival of the Cock in a nearby park.
Police were called but by then the offending Feltchers had skipped off to a dark corner somewhere, probably doing things that would make a muslim goat herder blush
Witnesses said that the men who all bore a striking resemblence to Homer Simpson, all arrived at the same time. Once there they tore off their clothes with some lining up to play a poorly executed game of leap-frog, which seemed to involve deliberately forgeting to jump, while another wanked off into his toss-sock.
Local residents contacted the Japanese Embassay and are waiting for for a shipment of harpoons and experts to train them in their use.
FRUB hunting is now a national pastime in order to keep the queues at KFC down.
Police were called but by then the offending Feltchers had skipped off to a dark corner somewhere, probably doing things that would make a muslim goat herder blush
Witnesses said that the men who all bore a striking resemblence to Homer Simpson, all arrived at the same time. Once there they tore off their clothes with some lining up to play a poorly executed game of leap-frog, which seemed to involve deliberately forgeting to jump, while another wanked off into his toss-sock.
Local residents contacted the Japanese Embassay and are waiting for for a shipment of harpoons and experts to train them in their use.
FRUB hunting is now a national pastime in order to keep the queues at KFC down.
posted by moo | 4:34 PM
4 Comments:
Pity that someone didn't have a red hot poker handy to get after these...whatever they are...people ;).
Lee Lee Lee.....
You may see this as some kind of juvenille rugby madness, and tutt your pretty little head off whilst knitting happily by the fire in some 3 storey, 6 bedroom, 5 toileted, 4 garaged peice of prime realestate possibly on the western side of Pittwater Rd (would be if you could be)!!! However, what you fail to see is that this is a cultural dance, an emotional outpouring, if you will, of the run of the none try scorer. In these topsy turvey times in which we live, some of us do, and some of us don't. These guys don't, and pay the price, not unlike the happless dung beetle which will scuttle away to spend its life all alone after its first female rejection.
Perhaps i could knit them some ...how to say...area warmers as i sit here in my houso place in the sticks? haha. Trouble is i can only knit squares.
They would need to be tiny squares!!
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