I was sent this by a friend over the Christmas week. It's sooooo funny I just had to share it with you.
To anyone who doesn't know the meaning of \"Spoonerism.\" Its where the beginning of words in an expression are swapped around. So \"Catch a ball\" would be \"Batch a Call\" & many funny things can be made up. I think you will be able to work it out. If anyone can read this aloud without collapsing in hysterical laughter has either fantastic self control, or no sense of humour what so ever. But I'll let you be your own judge lol. So here is the \"spoonerised\" version of Cinderella & her Ugly Sisters. . .or Rindercella & her Sugly Isters. ENJOY!!!!!
This was originally shown on BBC TV back in the seventies on the \"Two Ronnies Show.\"
Ronnie Barker could say all this without laughing or even a snigger. (Though goodness knows how many takes). The irony is that they received not one viewers complaint!
The speed of delivery must have been so fast, that it was too much for the \"Bhining Wasterd\" minority to understand.
Try getting through it without converting the spoonerisms [and not wetting your pants laughing] as you read ....
This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters.
Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Rindercella worked very hard frubbing scloors, emptying poss pits, and shivelling shot. At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered. The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One was called Mary Hinge and the other was called Betty Swallocks; they were really forrible huckers; they had fetty sweet and fetty swannies. The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball but the cotton runts would not let Rindercella go. Suddenly there was a bucking fang and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She turned a pumpkin and six mite whice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and dig bicks. The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnight otherwise, there would be a cucking falamity. At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when suddenly the clock struck twelve. 'Mist all chucking frighty!!!' said Rindercella and she ran out tripping barseover ollocks and losing her slass glipper. The very next day the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella's door and the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let off a fassive mart. 'Who's fust jarted?' asked the prandsome hince. 'Blame that fugly ucker over there!' said Mary Hinge. When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters without success and their feet stucking funk. Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a knack in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and a hig bard on. He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly. Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny! THE END.
...i love stuff like this too:)