Mr. Kipling and his Cakes

Mr Kipling makes exceedingly small cakes....
















....the stingy BASTARD!!! :pac:

beejee wrote: »

What happens when a flute player of ill-but-oddly-enticing-repute, a crime-fighting recordist fixated on mice, and platters of appropriate cakes meet in a libary?

*licks eyebrow passionately*

The mice, eager to keep their tails, rebel and stage a coup. In their blind state they mistakenly identify the flautist as the recorder player.

As they launch their frenzied attack the flautist is choked to death by deep-throating the flute. The recorder player then screams in horror, traumatising the libarian.


The libarian unleashes years of pent-up frustration and batters the recorder player to death with her own cherished recorder, the one she has lovingly cared for since 6th class.


As a result the libary loses another r and is henceforth known as the libay.


The acceptable cakes escape unharmed, bolstered by sugar, palm oil, preservatives and artificial colours.

anewme wrote: »

And we all get cheesebugers on the way home, even the vegetian.

And minus the cheese, times ae had and we'e dead.