If you’ve been affected by any of the issues raised in this piece featuring little, knitted space creatures, I’d stop putting the methylated spirit on your Corn Flakes if I were you – Ed
A 54-year-old Whitechapel man ate his wife last week after making the shock discovery that she was actually a cleverly sculpted concept cake made by a local online craft baker.
Toby Dell, a forklift truck engineer from Vallance Road, told The Whitechapel Whelk:
“I married her a few weeks ago because she seemed a nice quiet girl.
“She didn’t do much around the house mind you and I always had to make the first move in bed.
“Then, a few days ago, I was having a cup of tea sitting next to her on the sofa and decided to playfully nibble her neck
“Imagine my surprise when I discovered she was made entirely from Victoria sponge.
“She even had a cream and strawberry jam filling.
“I helped myself to one of her arms and washed the crumbs down with my tea
I’ve put the rest of her in the pantry for later.
“It’ll probably take me a few more days to finish eating all of her and I’ll need to get on the old treadmill to burn off the calories, but I’ll have plenty of time as I’ve just lost my job due to covid.”
This news came just a few days after a number of people accused Prime Minister, Boris Johnson of being a complete doughnut.
An angry mob of over two hundred people laid siege to a corner shop in Leman Street last night after a Whitechapel man was sold a tin of boiled potatoes in water which contained a number of potatoes that were extremely undersized.
Toby Dell, a 54-year-old forklift truck engineer, alerted neighbours and then posted pictures online of the potatoes in a pan, using arrows to indicate five or six extremely small examples.
Just hours later, a furious mob had gathered outside Dell’s home, chanting slogans and waving anti-tinned potato banners.
Things quickly turned ugly when Dell led the protesters, now brandishing pitchforks and carrying burning torches, down to Bishen Patel’s grocery store where they stood outside, hurling missiles and demanding justice and a full refund for Mr Dell.
As the baying mob began overturning cars and throwing petrol bombs at police, Mr Patel emerged from the shop and explained to Mr Dell that he had no idea that the tin contained undersized potatoes and that if he had known he would have taken it up with the wholesaler immediately.
Patel then gave Dell a free tin of Smedley’s tinned kidney beans in brine by way of recompense.
The two men then embraced warmly as the delighted crowd roared their approval before dispersing into the night.
This latest incident comes just two days after a local greengrocer was crucified and then burned alive by an angry mob in St George’s Park in Shadwell for allegedly selling a tin of marrow fat peas that contained a couple of black ones.
A 47-year-old woman from Whitechapel in East London has told a Whelk reporter that her 22-year-old son – a habitual internet troll – doesn’t possess the strength to unscrew the lids from jars and has to get her to do it for him.
Tracy Dell from Leman Street told us: I’ve lost count of the number of lids I’ve had to unscrew for him over the years.
‘He just sits in his bedroom all day wearing my dressing gown and threatening people online.
“He doesn’t seem to target particular people, although he does tend to go for softer options like transport enthusiasts or interior design Facebook groups.
‘He then emerges at teatime and gets me to unscrew the lid from his marmite or jar of Nutella before he has a couple of slices of toast and a glass of banana Nesquik.
‘He’s never been very robust, to be honest, and was regularly bullied at school by the other kids, especially the girls.
“He did have a girlfriend for a couple of weeks but she left him after continuously beating him at arm wrestling.
‘I’ve told him to stop abusing people online and to get out more but he flatly refuses.
‘The only time he’s been outside in the last two years was a few months ago when he was traced by a woman he’d been trolling who turned up on the doorstep.
‘He ended up throwing himself out of the bedroom window and broke both his legs.’
It has been estimated by scientists that if you harnessed the strength of ten typical keyboard warriors you would produce roughly enough torque or turning effort to unscrew the top from a bottle of Vimto after the lid had been tapped a few times with the edge of a knife to loosen it up a bit.
A 54-year-old man has told The WhitechapelWhelk that he curtailed an early morning bathroom visit last week after discovering that the small radio he normally listens to during a bowel movement wasn’t working due to a dead battery
Toby Dell from Leman Street told us: “I’d just finished a massive bowl of porridge and was settling down on the sofa to read the paper when I felt the need to have a clear-out.
“I settled myself down on the chodbin and went to switch on the radio to have a listen to BBC London FM only to find it was dead.
“I was absolutely gutted as I wanted to listen to the Vanessa Feltz Show while I dropped the kids off at the pool.
“Unfortunately, there was no way I could go out and get some new batteries as I’d already started and had the turtle’s head.
“I just got the job squared away in double-quick time and got the hell out.
“Next time I need an Eartha Kitt, I’ll turn the radio on first to make sure it’s working”
It is estimated that the average man spends up to thirty per cent of his life in the smallest room, reading newspapers or listening to the radio.
In some extreme cases, a small proportion of men have fitted a wall-mounted TV opposite the pan where they watch complete movies, or binge-watch popular TV series on Netflix, like Game of Thrones or Peaky Blinders while they’re having a ‘pony and trap’.
A 30-year-old Whitechapel man was recovering in hospital last night following an incident in which a police officer deployed his taser after the man had taunted him over the popular animated movie, Sausage Party
Toby Dell, from Vallance Road, allegedly shouted to the officer who was on duty near Aldgate East station, that he was going home to watch Sausage Party while the officer would have to remain on patrol.
A bystander told a Whelk reporter: “I heard a heated exchange between this man and a police officer
“The man was yelling that he was going to watch Sausage Party and that the officer wasn’t.
“He was right in this cop’s face, so when he drew his taser and shot him, I wasn’t surprised and even gave him a thumbs-up while this idiot was twitching on the deck”.
A spokesman for the Metropolitan Police said last night: “In the current emergency we urge members of the public to act with common sense and respect, particularly where Sausage Party is concerned.
“If you are going to watch it at some point, please close your doors and windows so that others won’t realise that you’re enjoying the sausage based antics in the finest motion picture ever made”
In other related news, the actors playing the main sausage and the hot dog bun are going to visit the Royal London Hospital later today where they will meet with frontline staff to offer support and good wishes.
A 54-year-old Whitechapel man has told The East London Gazette that popular WordPress blogger, Biff Sock Pow, stole a number of pieces of gnocchi from his plate while he was reading a favourable review of his Whitechapel-based blog on Pow’s homepage.
Toby Dell, a forklift truck engineer, told the Gazette: “I had just sat down to eat my gnocchi and was browsing through my phone, looking for responses to my latest blog post.
“I spotted Pow’s piece, praising my stuff and including me in his top 5 favourite blogs
“Naturally, I was both intrigued and excited in equal measure and put down my fork as I scrolled through his piece.
“However, when I’d finished reading and readdressed myself to my meal, I noticed that 3 pieces of gnocchi were missing
“I told my wife who explained that I must have eaten them while I was reading, but I’m convinced Pow took them, probably using a fork on a spring that he was manoeuvring from the kitchen.
“It’s my view that he either ate them on the spot or took them back to the United States where he warmed them up in his microwave and had them for his supper, washed down with a shot of redeye”
Pow was approached for a comment but became evasive and told a Gazette reporter, “Blow it out ya goddamn ass”.
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In a dramatic late-night press conference, World Health Organisation Director-General, Dr Tedros Adhamon, issued the stark warning, that with victims of the potentially deadly, covid-19 virus rising exponentially, the only hope for the salvation of the human race is for everyone to read the internet and to drink their own urine in the style of people who don’t believe in vaccinations.
Looking drawn, Dr Tedros said: “Shit just got serious and without wishing to be overly dramatic, we at WHO now believe that unless we all start reading the internet and drinking our piss as fast as we can produce it, mankind is in the toilet, so to speak.
“We particularly urge people to read material put out there by old people talking about surviving the war, along with any appalling-spelt and grammatically comical insights written by people with no medical qualifications and who possess all the intellectual dexterity of a decomposing amoeba.
“Good luck to you all and may your God go with you”
EDITOR’S NOTE: While we realise the gravity of this crisis and acknowledge Dr Tedros’ expertise in this field, we are firmly of the opinion that with some intense internet reading, a modicum of piss-guzzling and the staunch and steady leadership of President Trump, the human race will come through this one and emerge even stronger than before. Although we wouldn’t be surprised if our skin was a bit more yellow due to all the piss.
It was a chill March night in Whitechapel.
A bitterly cold wind gusted fitfully from the north, tossing hail against the window of Mr Patel’s corner shop like handfuls of gravel.
Inside, on the top shelf, crime-fighting baked bean duo, Bat Can and Rob Tin, stood watchful and pensive, every sinew taut as they kept their tense vigil.
A new consignment of toilet rolls had arrived earlier that afternoon and the crime-busting duo knew only too well that the precious goods would be a prime target for corona-smart villains, desperate to make a killing on the black market with the 3-ply treasure.
Suddenly, a JCB digger crashed through the shop front and two masked men carrying sawn-off shotguns, leapt from the cab and began grabbing armfuls of loo roll, filling the digger’s bucket with their priceless booty.
Bat Can & Rob Tin knew that they had to act fast and prepared to spring into action.
Unfortunately, because they were inanimate and lifeless tins of haricot beans in a rich tomato sauce they had to watch helplessly as the raiders cleared the shelves and drove off into the night.
Tune in next month as the tinplate twosome fail to stop a smash and grab gang from making off with 2 bottles of hand gel and a packet of wholemeal tagliatelli.
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