Isn’t it always the way? You wait 6 years for a flaming bumhole, and then two come along at once.
Now, I’m sure the good people at Just Cremations have done their research. But … I don’t know, maybe it’s just me. No. Really, it can’t be. I just can’t picture myself, inconsolable because Nanna has finally passed to the other side, thinking: “I’ll call those jokers with the fucken hilarious billboard in Welshpool, with that bloke’s arse on fire.” Or is it just me?
Bonus grasstree, for the spotters. By Misspent Yoof.
I think you are allowed to call them Po’Boys again.
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I think I’ll call Cremation World, Cremations R Us or Jim’s Cremations instead. I’m not going to have the apprentice giving me a fiery arsed end.
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You can’t mention the Ashes over here.
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Well, Nanna ate a lot of dog food in her later years, so …
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Blue flame gags never get old.
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Dropped a log.
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is that what happened to the big O?
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They set his arse on fire?
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I thought that was Richie Valens?
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Too soon?
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“Careful Grandad, one flash and you’re ash!”
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So I tried the new depilaion method for my back…
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… and lost a ‘t’ along the way
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I think I have finally seen something on this site that actually does not – and could not – make sence. Were it an electrical fire, I would even call it wired.
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