The Whitechapel Whelk
We are a small, but perfectly formed band of satirists and smudge artists. We neither drink nor smoke. Nor indeed, do we use profanity or indulge in the sinful pleasures of the flesh. Now if you'll excuse me I need to get down the pub before closing time for a few pints and half an ounce of Golden Virginia. Hopefully, I'll have enough cash left to visit the local rub 'n' tug shop later for a massage and a rattling good bunk up with a painted floozie.
All The Best.
Danny SoZ.
Editor-in-chief
March 6, 2019 at 8:21 am
Man that is funny. Sad but funny.
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March 7, 2019 at 5:50 am
Yes, tragi-comic. A bit like Boris Johnson’s hair
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March 10, 2019 at 7:18 pm
Yes… You mean his Trump wig of course
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March 6, 2019 at 9:34 am
It’s a Doberman Pisser…
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March 6, 2019 at 11:34 am
The dog also lies, eh?
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March 6, 2019 at 11:44 am
Yes Hugh. He’s a sleeping dog. Just let him be
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March 6, 2019 at 12:11 pm
Bad dog! Bad, bad dog!
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March 6, 2019 at 3:04 pm
You know things are bad when even the dogs lie! 😀
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March 6, 2019 at 6:46 pm
That dog is obviously not a MIND reader. 😦
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