It took me a moment, because of legibility issues, but eventually I laughed until domwthing came out of my nose. Unfortunately, it was not money, but that's another story.
oi, let's not get personal! I hardly knew that sheep! I mean, we're just friends, or something. Support nature, and all that, wot? That's it, wildlife appreciation day, that's wot it were.
er... this isn't working out, is it. The last comment was from me, not Anitha... I was just using her computer. And all that stuff about sheep, and Yorks versus the rest a ya? Just me being a bit flabbergasted with life at the mo..
all apologies, very funny cartoon, etc.
Please ask your cousin Olaf to stop sitting on me head now,kay?
The Yorkists are still jealous 'cos us Lancastrians won. And because Lancashire's infinitely superior to that Last of the Summer Wine dump. Last of the Summer Wine? Dregs more like.
Er...Bart Fastard is the sort of name that would be seized upon by the average school bully as an excuse for the total and continual destruction of the name's possessor and would have been better avoided by Mr and Mrs Fastard when it came to naming their baby who, with a bit more foresight, could have saved old Bart from years of perpetual torment. That's it really...there's not a lot to get.
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It took me a moment, because of legibility issues, but eventually I laughed until domwthing came out of my nose. Unfortunately, it was not money, but that's another story.
Very funny, for a Lancashirin.
Cheers, JOHN :0)
er, that's "something", not "domwthing", as my keyboard made me say. And not a word about us Yorkies, hear?
That's 'Lancastrian' if you don't mind, you Yorkshur Sheep Fondler.
oi, let's not get personal! I hardly knew that sheep! I mean, we're just friends, or something. Support nature, and all that, wot? That's it, wildlife appreciation day, that's wot it were.
You Lancastrated pooh pooh head, you.
er... this isn't working out, is it. The last comment was from me, not Anitha... I was just using her computer. And all that stuff about sheep, and Yorks versus the rest a ya? Just me being a bit flabbergasted with life at the mo..
all apologies, very funny cartoon, etc.
Please ask your cousin Olaf to stop sitting on me head now,kay?
JOHN :00
John (possibly Anitha),
The Yorkists are still jealous 'cos us Lancastrians won. And because Lancashire's infinitely superior to that Last of the Summer Wine dump. Last of the Summer Wine? Dregs more like.
Teh Lancs won! Why wasn't I told, I'd have sent cake.
Witchy,
The Lancastrians always win when it comes to pitting our wits against the Yorkists. That's because we don't get distracted by Flossie and her mates.
Boy, I only had to look at this about 10 times before I finally figured it out. I can only blame my dim-wittedness.
No, you seem to prefer peas.
Daisyjo,
It's a good job I didn't put up one of the complicated ones.
Witchy,
We all enjoy a good pea from time to time...especially around eight thirty p.m. after the third glass.
that reminds me of that guy who used to say
"who's that Bart Fastard?"
whatever happened to him?
and then it makes me hope that anyone who bullied DavidHockney at primary school, is now chocking on how wealthy he is these days.
so Hughesy, ya need tae make lotsa photos of the toon and then join them all up .....
and Crew?
legibility issews are fixed by clicking on the image.
Annie,
It makes me wonder why the people who bullied David Hockney at school didn't finish the job off and save the world from his horrible paintings.
Crimony!! I don't get it Brian and I'm tryin. Help a sistah out!
Lala,
Er...Bart Fastard is the sort of name that would be seized upon by the average school bully as an excuse for the total and continual destruction of the name's possessor and would have been better avoided by Mr and Mrs Fastard when it came to naming their baby who, with a bit more foresight, could have saved old Bart from years of perpetual torment. That's it really...there's not a lot to get.
If sheep could talk, do you think they'd tell the truth?
Bella,
There'd be an awful lot of farmers round these parts who'd bloody well hope not.
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