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
May 7, 2022 at 6:58 am
Reblogged this on SOZ SATIRE.
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May 7, 2022 at 6:59 am
These are pretty good. Do we write them ourselves?
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May 7, 2022 at 6:59 am
Aye.
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May 7, 2022 at 7:00 am
Blimey.
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May 8, 2022 at 1:07 am
I’d never understood a blind word that lippy fella sang. Thanks for the explication.
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May 8, 2022 at 5:06 am
Same.
I think the worst example is, Rip This Joint.
Not a single word do I comprehend.
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May 8, 2022 at 5:11 am
One to send off to your talented translator, perhaps?
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May 8, 2022 at 7:24 am
Been there, done that…
https://wordpress.com/post/thewhelkwordpresscom.wordpress.com/4709
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