whats been going on?????

whats going down our loyal supporters of the award winning and most abstract blog in the world.

swordfish here just to update you all on our most recent storys, to do so ive included a few visual aids which are to be refered to as go thru this post......

As you should know, unless uve bin 2 stoned to remember anyfin the last 6months, the fearless leader of this twisted creation goes by the name of partyboy aka trimble-clot, well this farting, belching excuss of a tramp decided it would be a bit of a laff to strech a jonny ova his head last week (fig b), how we all joked- until things went wrong, you see - the rim cut that hard in2 his head that he blacked out for 10 minutes.

wen he awoke he was somewhat different in appearance(fig a) and in mind, ova the next day or two his outlook on life had changed. Even nice posh social events had been turned into a mockery (fig d). Things had to change i consulted a friend MR R.Bull and asked should we have him comitted or take the more daunting option - taking him to russels hall hospital and paying 200quid parking and getting a 10hour wait. But he wouldnt make a dicision and just sat on the fence (fig c).

As time went by the more we worried, at one point there was rumers of the illness spreading (fig i) as mr r.bull seemed to belive he was an xmas tree, to the extreme of even netting himself up ready for sale.

However Partyboy was getting worse, he insisted on painting his nose blue (fig f scum bastard) and going against everything he had ever stood for. It got to the point of him buying heavily reduced small heath championship flybe rags (fig g) and idolising them!!

what was wrong? i made the decision that we must turn to god as a last resource, as time was against me i stole a car that was parked outside a hairdressers (fig e) and made it to the nearest church in minutes, here partyboy was confronted by a priest called shnizel jizzell (fig h) who headbutted him to the floor and said where the f**k are my hairclippers and friday films, anyway back to the story - the living chimney jumped to his feet, did a little trimmy shimmy and lived happily in the offy ever after.