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The Sad Story of the Inflatable Boy

This is the story of inflatable boy who is a student at an inflatable school and, while sitting in the inflatable class listening to the inflatable teacher he gets bored and decides to muck up. He soon finds himself in trouble and is asked to leave the inflatable classroom and to go and see the inflatable principal, while walking down the inflatable corridor, he sees the inflatable Principal approaching him. Now inflatable boy and the inflatable principal just do not get on so inflatable boy pulls out a knife and stabs the inflatable principal before running down the inflatable stairs and through the inflatable quadrangle. He gets to the inflatable school gates and decides he hates the inflatable school and once more he pulls out his knife and sinks the knife into the inflatable school. He then runs as fast as his inflatable legs allow, all the way down Inflatable Street and up Inflatable Rd into Inflatable Parade then onto Inflatable Crescent. He finally arrives at his inflatable home, he runs through the inflatable door and into his inflatable bedroom where he locks his inflatable door and lies on his inflatable bed. One hour passes and there is a knock on his inflatable door and he soon realises it is his inflatable mum and the inflatable Police, in a fit of panic our inflatable boy yet again pulls out the knife and stabs himself. Later that evening, he wakes up in an inflatable bed in the inflatable hospital with all the inflatable doctors and the inflatable nurses tending to him, in the inflatable bed next to him, he sees the inflatable Principal looking rather deflated.

(This does get worse, you know.)

Shaking his deflated head ' more in sorrow than in anger ' the inflatable Principal gravely intones:

'Son I am very disappointed with you not only have you let me down; you've also let the school down, but worst of all, you've let yourself down."




Two drums and a cymbal fall off a cliff

Boom Boom Tish.

not only a tax dodger student type but also the lovely people at the tax place have finally decided that I deserve a huge wodge of tax back because I'm such a nice bloke, tell such wonderful jokes and because I had to work in West Africa. NB if you ever work in Africa you can claim back shed loads of tax. Mmmmmm luvly jubbly am currently trying to persuade people to come on a boarding holiday with me and they keep fobbing me off with pathetic excuses like they have to work??? Work? Pull a sickie I say!
happy xmas etc etc etc
polly want a cracker

ps what do you give an elephant with large feet?
A lot of room!

boom boom


pps what's brown and sticky?
a stick

double boom