Is Mensa Mickey in Reality a Dolphin ?
Posted by: Berlin Fritz on 22 September 2004
Expert in American & World affairs, inside knowledge of all things Sacred, it certainly would explain a lot, innit !
Eldridge Pope IV
Eldridge Pope IV
If you go down to the woods today you're sure of a big suprise, especially at 06:00 in the Swindon area cos you may well see a Dolphin driving through police cameras very carefully as all academic Dolphins should do.
Graham George Of Aweekstaxesmurderinporpoisesalreadyinnit
Graham George Of Aweekstaxesmurderinporpoisesalreadyinnit
Special Bullshit Squadron legend mensa mickey (Mike the Fish to his close pals)
sprang into lightningesque action last night (after eastenders) and began his
journey through the dangerous channel lanes and out into the wider ocean
Pitcairn bound. So taken aback was he by the shocking news of widespread sexual
abuse amongst Christians Christians and worse, that even his pet hate/task of
avenging Saddam's crimes against many nations throughout the world and humanity
itself was put on temporary hold. This selfless World renouned activist for
freedom and intellectual property refused to talk to reporters from the Sunday
Sport, Sky News ans some of Matt's mates specially flown in on an all expenses
paid beano en-route to Bvigjhton.
A man standing outside the Beehive Public
House, Prospect Hill Swinedon, also refused to comment, and only after extensive
investigative journalism at its finest by our valiant freelancer SAS Wiseman,
nicknamed John, did the real facts begin to emerge. Now in the Great Western
public House in Station Road and free to speak to all & everybody for the price
of a pint John pointed out that "The Fish" was a secretive git, and really
didn't give interviews because he was tired of being taken out of context and
nobody understands his pure(ile) aims anyway.
Outside another pub in St Martins
St, Hereford, Brig, Duffy "Fox terrier" Smitherines, KBE, PA² (rtd) was quoted
as saying "Give another couple of years and those bloody islands will become
waterlogged anyway due to those American Jonnie's policies " and " Put some
decent chunks of lime in this Gin will you next time man that last one tasted
like a squidgy fart Gawn wrong; Hu Hugh Hugh" as he affectionately smacked the
saracen's head head barboy around his temple, much to the amusemant of his
childish minders, "Who looked Well ARD" but couldn't fight their way out of a
paper bag if the truth were to be known! as they'd proven recently after gettin
a good hiding from Manu fans/hooligans during their enquireies/research, lookin
for blokes & birds". Mike was almost persuaded by an emotional personal plea
from the P.M. herself to return to Liverpool and sort things out, but after
agonising mensa turmoil he continued on his way Daan SaaF, knowing that it was
the True- Honest thing to do, honnist!
March 7th 2005, after his marathon dash
Mike finally sveltly slinked unseen into the bay of the unknown abuser and made
himself scarse ? Being a good and clever user of the seaways "our Mike" never
exceeded the speed limit or broke any other Pirate/oceanic laws & traditions,
though he did imbibe in a swift half or twenty croosing the line. This break was
as well as a chance to re-coupe his senses and special mensa powers that he'd
soon need in ernest for action (Bill-Style), and was also convenient to
telepathically contact his old friend and mentalor Berlin Fritz, or Claudia for
short to get advice and Councilling on the finer psychological aspects of this
ever widening & enthralling situation. As sods law dictates Claudia was washing
her hair and
unawailable at the time, and subsequently our Mike landed on Pitcairn 6 months
too late, and missed the whole shooting match, and to top his luck he was nabbed
on his return trip by a combination of Scottish and French trawlers who trapped
him in thier web of intrigue.
Being a smart Alec he survived and will´hopefully
make a fortune publishing his diary's & memoirs in one of Matt's mates rags (tax
free I may add). He can often be seen propping up the bar of the famous Gluepot
Alehouse where for a pint he'll fill you in on all the latest PFI fiddles and
Public Coffer Pisstakes, innit !
Graham George Of I'msorrybutireallycanniesaytoomuchatthisstage
H.M.S. Dolphin (Sonar Section, Pardon Wot ?)
sprang into lightningesque action last night (after eastenders) and began his
journey through the dangerous channel lanes and out into the wider ocean
Pitcairn bound. So taken aback was he by the shocking news of widespread sexual
abuse amongst Christians Christians and worse, that even his pet hate/task of
avenging Saddam's crimes against many nations throughout the world and humanity
itself was put on temporary hold. This selfless World renouned activist for
freedom and intellectual property refused to talk to reporters from the Sunday
Sport, Sky News ans some of Matt's mates specially flown in on an all expenses
paid beano en-route to Bvigjhton.
A man standing outside the Beehive Public
House, Prospect Hill Swinedon, also refused to comment, and only after extensive
investigative journalism at its finest by our valiant freelancer SAS Wiseman,
nicknamed John, did the real facts begin to emerge. Now in the Great Western
public House in Station Road and free to speak to all & everybody for the price
of a pint John pointed out that "The Fish" was a secretive git, and really
didn't give interviews because he was tired of being taken out of context and
nobody understands his pure(ile) aims anyway.
Outside another pub in St Martins
St, Hereford, Brig, Duffy "Fox terrier" Smitherines, KBE, PA² (rtd) was quoted
as saying "Give another couple of years and those bloody islands will become
waterlogged anyway due to those American Jonnie's policies " and " Put some
decent chunks of lime in this Gin will you next time man that last one tasted
like a squidgy fart Gawn wrong; Hu Hugh Hugh" as he affectionately smacked the
saracen's head head barboy around his temple, much to the amusemant of his
childish minders, "Who looked Well ARD" but couldn't fight their way out of a
paper bag if the truth were to be known! as they'd proven recently after gettin
a good hiding from Manu fans/hooligans during their enquireies/research, lookin
for blokes & birds". Mike was almost persuaded by an emotional personal plea
from the P.M. herself to return to Liverpool and sort things out, but after
agonising mensa turmoil he continued on his way Daan SaaF, knowing that it was
the True- Honest thing to do, honnist!
March 7th 2005, after his marathon dash
Mike finally sveltly slinked unseen into the bay of the unknown abuser and made
himself scarse ? Being a good and clever user of the seaways "our Mike" never
exceeded the speed limit or broke any other Pirate/oceanic laws & traditions,
though he did imbibe in a swift half or twenty croosing the line. This break was
as well as a chance to re-coupe his senses and special mensa powers that he'd
soon need in ernest for action (Bill-Style), and was also convenient to
telepathically contact his old friend and mentalor Berlin Fritz, or Claudia for
short to get advice and Councilling on the finer psychological aspects of this
ever widening & enthralling situation. As sods law dictates Claudia was washing
her hair and
unawailable at the time, and subsequently our Mike landed on Pitcairn 6 months
too late, and missed the whole shooting match, and to top his luck he was nabbed
on his return trip by a combination of Scottish and French trawlers who trapped
him in thier web of intrigue.
Being a smart Alec he survived and will´hopefully
make a fortune publishing his diary's & memoirs in one of Matt's mates rags (tax
free I may add). He can often be seen propping up the bar of the famous Gluepot
Alehouse where for a pint he'll fill you in on all the latest PFI fiddles and
Public Coffer Pisstakes, innit !
Graham George Of I'msorrybutireallycanniesaytoomuchatthisstage
H.M.S. Dolphin (Sonar Section, Pardon Wot ?)