A GP surgery in Norwich was closed yesterday after three of its four partners were found to be children.
Doctors Claridge, Martin, and Singh were discovered following an investigation into the recent death of a patient. The doctors are all only eight years old and were said to have met at a mutual friend’s birthday party. Their employment in the surgery has raised questions about the stringency of NHS application procedures.
“We still aren’t sure how this happened,” explained Dr. Pasty, lead partner and the man who appointed the three children to post. “Their documents seemed to be in order and their applications were very impressive.” When asked about their size, voices and inexperience in the field, Dr. Pasty stated simply that “I didn’t like to ask. I assumed they were just baby-faced, and it was hardly my place to judge. Their professionalism was phenomenal.”
Patient’s suspicions were aroused by a variety of the doctors’ methods, but seemed mostly to accept any anomalous behaviour as a part of modern NHS treatment. Reports mutter that Dr. Martin would often ask his patients to close their eyes while he hid somewhere within the room, refusing to begin the consultation until they had found him. They would also prescribe a variety of unorthodox treatments suggestive of their legitimate ages, such as “flying saucers”, “sweets generally” and “chasing girls with live invertebrates”.
Dr. Claridge’s parents were asked how their son had managed to initiate a career as an untrained doctor without their knowledge. “He came home one day and told us he had a job,” burped Mr Claridge, his father. “We thought it sounded unusual but were very proud of him.”
Although the doctors have been banned from medical practice for about twenty years, they have been invited to tour Britain by helicopter. The tour had sold out before it was even announced.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
hard times for G 'n' R frontman
Axl Rose, hard talking, throat-wrenching, imbecilic, toss-piece singer of iconic rock band Guns ‘n’ Roses has hit rock bottom, it was revealed this morning, over a year since the release and widespread criticism of his long-delayed ‘Chinese Democracy’ album.
The man who once famously ate a million dollars in real money, only to shit it back out and then eat the shit as well while swearing relentlessly, is now working as a checkout assistant in Superdrug the pharmacist, in the historic UK town of Bath.
"Can I help you motherfucker?" A frightened Rose - photographed in the Superdrug stockroom - tries to remember who he is.
Rose, real name William Bailey, was spotted by an eight-year-old music fan who had idolised the singer for his misogyny, violence and latter-day hotpants.
“I barely recognised him,” said the fan. “He looked fat. And unnecessary.”
Rose has become an accidental celebrity within the store in recent weeks, not for his musical output but for the vitriol of his frequent violent outbursts towards customers. One elderly shopper explained how Rose had “pinned me down and growled his own lyrics into my ear, analysing their literary merit in a desperately ill informed way. He then told me was going to rape my sister, and told me to ‘suck his fucking dick’, which I point-blank refused to do.”
The store manager, ex-Gunners guitarist Slash, smoked as he refused to comment on the professionalism of Rose’s conduct, or indeed on his future with the company. Other staff include drummer Matt Sorum, who eats the rubbish from the bins and farts at old ladies. A reunion tour of the West Country is thought to be “possible”.
The man who once famously ate a million dollars in real money, only to shit it back out and then eat the shit as well while swearing relentlessly, is now working as a checkout assistant in Superdrug the pharmacist, in the historic UK town of Bath.
"Can I help you motherfucker?" A frightened Rose - photographed in the Superdrug stockroom - tries to remember who he is.
Rose, real name William Bailey, was spotted by an eight-year-old music fan who had idolised the singer for his misogyny, violence and latter-day hotpants.
“I barely recognised him,” said the fan. “He looked fat. And unnecessary.”
Rose has become an accidental celebrity within the store in recent weeks, not for his musical output but for the vitriol of his frequent violent outbursts towards customers. One elderly shopper explained how Rose had “pinned me down and growled his own lyrics into my ear, analysing their literary merit in a desperately ill informed way. He then told me was going to rape my sister, and told me to ‘suck his fucking dick’, which I point-blank refused to do.”
The store manager, ex-Gunners guitarist Slash, smoked as he refused to comment on the professionalism of Rose’s conduct, or indeed on his future with the company. Other staff include drummer Matt Sorum, who eats the rubbish from the bins and farts at old ladies. A reunion tour of the West Country is thought to be “possible”.
Monday, March 29, 2010
sofa menaces city
A flying sofa caused breakdowns in the City today, hovering at the windows of the stock exchange and encouraging people to sit on it at a variety of inappropriate intervals.
The rogue three-seater, which escaped from a nearby shop in the early hours of another morning disguised as a man, was first spotted on Threadneedle Street at 8:30, guzzling coffee and claiming to be the Godhead.
The sofa, currently being questioned by furniture experts in an undisclosed DHS warehouse.
By nine it had begun its levitation, hovering past windows and belching words into open offices.
“I couldn’t believe it,” whimpered a trembling Steve Dullman. “One minute I was thinking about data, the next I was being called a queer by a flying sofa.” Mr Dullman has been forced into indefinite sick leave.
Carole Carlswipe, a male furniture expert and the world’s leading Sofa and Soft Furnishings Psychologist working with DHS the furniture store, was immediately called in to provide essential support to police squads, whose guns proved worthless against the thick leather upholstery.
“This is a case of sofa gone bad,” he guffawed. “We’d always known that something like this was within the realm of possibility, but we’d never seen it until now. My guess is that it’s finally rebelling against its human creators in the only way it knows how – levitation.”
Carlswipe encouraged the sofa into a small truck by calling it a cunt.
The rogue three-seater, which escaped from a nearby shop in the early hours of another morning disguised as a man, was first spotted on Threadneedle Street at 8:30, guzzling coffee and claiming to be the Godhead.
The sofa, currently being questioned by furniture experts in an undisclosed DHS warehouse.
By nine it had begun its levitation, hovering past windows and belching words into open offices.
“I couldn’t believe it,” whimpered a trembling Steve Dullman. “One minute I was thinking about data, the next I was being called a queer by a flying sofa.” Mr Dullman has been forced into indefinite sick leave.
Carole Carlswipe, a male furniture expert and the world’s leading Sofa and Soft Furnishings Psychologist working with DHS the furniture store, was immediately called in to provide essential support to police squads, whose guns proved worthless against the thick leather upholstery.
“This is a case of sofa gone bad,” he guffawed. “We’d always known that something like this was within the realm of possibility, but we’d never seen it until now. My guess is that it’s finally rebelling against its human creators in the only way it knows how – levitation.”
Carlswipe encouraged the sofa into a small truck by calling it a cunt.
Friday, March 26, 2010
missing boy found in man – police blame fat
Forgotten child Hercules Nothing has been discovered in the body of a fat man – SIX MONTHS after he was last seen in his home town of Scarborough.
Nothing, now 8, was out playing catch with himself when he disappeared in a recreation ground near his home. Last seen around the picnic area, Yorkshire police assumed abduction, but no leads or evidence saw the case forgotten amongst other crimes of medium importance.
“It is fair to say that we should expect the worst,” said Sergeant Overland, in a heartfelt interview given at the time. “The boy has been missing now for twenty-five days. His death is nearly certain. Either that or he has been abducted and has been pushed into a new life in Central America as a horse-ox, a fate so much worse than English death.” Overland retired moments later, and was found to be infertile as a result of the interview.
However yesterday morning obese man Arthur Lott, 34, visited his local A&E with what he described as “stomach ache”, and convinced that he could hear a child’s pleading voice slipping from his anus. A series of scans did indeed reveal the presence of a foreign object with the dimensions of a young boy within Mr Lott’s abdomen.
"Caution: contains human child."
Gasping doctors extracted the child under general anaesthetic, and were shocked to find him not only alive but extremely well nourished.
“It was really something,” said Doctor Graves. “It was like a birth, only hideous, this bile-smeared eight year old crying intensely as he was dragged from the lacerated gut of a fat fat shit. It was the stuff of nervous breakdowns.”
The boy is recovering from his trauma remarkably well in hospital. He said his main memory of the six month period was that it was “Dark. Smelly”, facts verified by medical professionals. He is thought to have survived on partly digested junk food.
A relieved Mrs Nothing thanked doctors for their efforts. “We had never given up hope of finding Hercules alive and we are over the moon at the outcome here today. We now just want to get on with our normal lives now that our boy no longer lives inside another man’s stomach.”
Mr Lott expressed embarrassment at the situation but was relieved to have resolved the issue. “I had been feeling full, regardless of how much I had eaten, and I knew that wasn’t like me. When I heard the voice from my anus I knew something was up. An accident had happened.”
When asked how he might have ingested the child Mr Lott laughed: “I must have mistaken him for food. Down the hatch!”
The Nothing’s tale will be serialised in two tabloid newspapers with the difficult words taken out.
Nothing, now 8, was out playing catch with himself when he disappeared in a recreation ground near his home. Last seen around the picnic area, Yorkshire police assumed abduction, but no leads or evidence saw the case forgotten amongst other crimes of medium importance.
“It is fair to say that we should expect the worst,” said Sergeant Overland, in a heartfelt interview given at the time. “The boy has been missing now for twenty-five days. His death is nearly certain. Either that or he has been abducted and has been pushed into a new life in Central America as a horse-ox, a fate so much worse than English death.” Overland retired moments later, and was found to be infertile as a result of the interview.
However yesterday morning obese man Arthur Lott, 34, visited his local A&E with what he described as “stomach ache”, and convinced that he could hear a child’s pleading voice slipping from his anus. A series of scans did indeed reveal the presence of a foreign object with the dimensions of a young boy within Mr Lott’s abdomen.
"Caution: contains human child."
Gasping doctors extracted the child under general anaesthetic, and were shocked to find him not only alive but extremely well nourished.
“It was really something,” said Doctor Graves. “It was like a birth, only hideous, this bile-smeared eight year old crying intensely as he was dragged from the lacerated gut of a fat fat shit. It was the stuff of nervous breakdowns.”
The boy is recovering from his trauma remarkably well in hospital. He said his main memory of the six month period was that it was “Dark. Smelly”, facts verified by medical professionals. He is thought to have survived on partly digested junk food.
A relieved Mrs Nothing thanked doctors for their efforts. “We had never given up hope of finding Hercules alive and we are over the moon at the outcome here today. We now just want to get on with our normal lives now that our boy no longer lives inside another man’s stomach.”
Mr Lott expressed embarrassment at the situation but was relieved to have resolved the issue. “I had been feeling full, regardless of how much I had eaten, and I knew that wasn’t like me. When I heard the voice from my anus I knew something was up. An accident had happened.”
When asked how he might have ingested the child Mr Lott laughed: “I must have mistaken him for food. Down the hatch!”
The Nothing’s tale will be serialised in two tabloid newspapers with the difficult words taken out.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Nielsen in pope revelation shocker
Shock continues to ring through the Catholic world after it was revealed by a Vatican caterer that Pope Benedict XVI is in fact actor Leslie Nielsen, star of Airplane! and the successful Naked Gun series.
Elected to papacy in 2005, Nielsen was mistakenly named as Pope after what the actor shrugged off as “a mix up”. The US actor claims to have been in Rome researching life as a cardinal bishop for a self-penned religious comedy when the mistake happened. He reported being collected by a car full of cardinals, who at a glance had taken him to be Joseph Alois Ratzinger. Despite Nielsen’s pleas in clear English delivered in a flurry of one-liners, he said that the grieving cardinals had simply thought he was joking.
Nielsen and Ratzinger: the same man
“After a week or so I got into the role quite comfortably,” explained an imprisoned Nielsen yesterday in a televised interview. “I knew a bit of Latin anyway, and ended up just kind of going along with it. It’s easier than you think, what with the advisers and spin doctors. I’ve played over 220 characters in my career,” he said, with tears in his eyes, “but this is the one that will make or break me. Pope. I think I played it well, despite my lack of religious training.”
The scandal has cast huge ecclesiastical doubt on the efficacy of the papal conclave.
“How could this have happened?” sobbed a half-smug Rowan Williams, Anglican. “The Pope is supposed to be the leader of the Catholic church, a vast and holy responsibility and undertaking, and yet somehow Leslie Nielsen has been in office unnoticed for nearly five years. It defies Christ’s hands.”
A team of cardinals has been trying to pacify the world’s Catholics for over 20 hours. “Unfortunately a mistake was made,” explained Cardinal Spaghetti to the baying masses, “and Mr Nielsen has been in place as pope since 2005. It was a genuine mistake, but one that we feel has not adversely affected the sincerity of the papal role. What more can I say? Stercus Accidet.”
While the real Joseph Alois Ratzinger was unavailable for comment it is believed that he will be rushed into office without pomp or ceremony.
Nielsen, however, has agreed to be crucified in St. Peter’s Square tomorrow as an example.
“It was really the safe sex thing they took offence with,” he explained. “You know, that scene from Gun with the full length rubbers. Might have known it’d bite me in the ass 22 years later.”
“Nielsen: The Crucixion” will be broadcast on ITV1 tomorrow, followed by a compilation show of Nielsen’s funniest moments presented by Dermot O’Leary.
Elected to papacy in 2005, Nielsen was mistakenly named as Pope after what the actor shrugged off as “a mix up”. The US actor claims to have been in Rome researching life as a cardinal bishop for a self-penned religious comedy when the mistake happened. He reported being collected by a car full of cardinals, who at a glance had taken him to be Joseph Alois Ratzinger. Despite Nielsen’s pleas in clear English delivered in a flurry of one-liners, he said that the grieving cardinals had simply thought he was joking.
Nielsen and Ratzinger: the same man
“After a week or so I got into the role quite comfortably,” explained an imprisoned Nielsen yesterday in a televised interview. “I knew a bit of Latin anyway, and ended up just kind of going along with it. It’s easier than you think, what with the advisers and spin doctors. I’ve played over 220 characters in my career,” he said, with tears in his eyes, “but this is the one that will make or break me. Pope. I think I played it well, despite my lack of religious training.”
The scandal has cast huge ecclesiastical doubt on the efficacy of the papal conclave.
“How could this have happened?” sobbed a half-smug Rowan Williams, Anglican. “The Pope is supposed to be the leader of the Catholic church, a vast and holy responsibility and undertaking, and yet somehow Leslie Nielsen has been in office unnoticed for nearly five years. It defies Christ’s hands.”
A team of cardinals has been trying to pacify the world’s Catholics for over 20 hours. “Unfortunately a mistake was made,” explained Cardinal Spaghetti to the baying masses, “and Mr Nielsen has been in place as pope since 2005. It was a genuine mistake, but one that we feel has not adversely affected the sincerity of the papal role. What more can I say? Stercus Accidet.”
While the real Joseph Alois Ratzinger was unavailable for comment it is believed that he will be rushed into office without pomp or ceremony.
Nielsen, however, has agreed to be crucified in St. Peter’s Square tomorrow as an example.
“It was really the safe sex thing they took offence with,” he explained. “You know, that scene from Gun with the full length rubbers. Might have known it’d bite me in the ass 22 years later.”
“Nielsen: The Crucixion” will be broadcast on ITV1 tomorrow, followed by a compilation show of Nielsen’s funniest moments presented by Dermot O’Leary.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
19 raped in drunk prince lager madness
Nineteen teenagers have been raped by a reeling Prince Harry, it was revealed to the Dogshite this afternoon.
Harry, the Drunk Prince, has been behaving in increasingly erratic ways over recent months. He was spotted last month in Harrods food court with caviar over his buttocks, and later that week at a Leicester Square premier, where he chanted anti-Semitic slogans and clapped his hands, apparently inciting the vomiting crowd into what he described as “purging”.
"Purge, y'cunt." A sloshed prince basks publically in the racism of his ancestors.
Despite written apologies for these self-described “lapses in judgement”, these latest claims of sexual violation suggest that the red-faced boy has gone one step too far in the direction of too far.
The prince and two friends are reported to have stormed into a private house party in Watton-at-Stone, Hertfordshire, and immediately undressed. While one of the friends stood guard at the front door, prohibiting both entry into and exit from the property, Harry downed the other guests lager, promising to write them a cheque at a later date, and danced what witnesses described as a “penis dance” in front of the stereo system.
While surprised guests initially humoured the fucked royal, the scene took a sexual turn as Harry initiated a sustained programme of touching, male and female alike.
“I couldn’t believe it,” wittered Alan Softball. “One minute he was shaking his downstairs and the next he was clutching my backside pieces. I laughed at first but when I tried to stop him he headbutted me. His friend held my head down into the carpet while Harry did the rape. I cried and he told me he was the son of Diana, Princess of Wales, which I knew to be true from the news.”
Harry worked his way through 18 other victims, seven of which were female, and then stormed out of the house, still naked and into a waiting Mercedes.
Although no royal spokesperson was available for comment, Buckingham Palace did issue this statement moments before press: “Harry is fun free thinker, and whilst we do not doubt the occurrence of intercourse, we do strongly question the likelihood of homosexuality, and indeed of intercourse without consent. We will happily ignore any further questions either the press or the affected families might have.”
This is not the first time that Harry has used his mother’s name in sexual acts. The famed “Topman Occasion”, so named for occurring within the fitting room of the national fashion outlet, was built around a list of his mothers greatest achievements, reeled off by the Prince at orgasm, who cried as he spoke the words.
“Just because he’s a prince he thinks he can do whatever he likes, even with my genitals,” shuddered Stacey, one of the victims who prefers to remain otherwise anonymous. “Although he already has done, I want him to know that he can’t. Do whatever he likes, even with my genitals.”
An investigation is being run by Hertfordshire police, but the commanding officer has already stated that it will not progress beyond the initial paperwork.
Harry, the Drunk Prince, has been behaving in increasingly erratic ways over recent months. He was spotted last month in Harrods food court with caviar over his buttocks, and later that week at a Leicester Square premier, where he chanted anti-Semitic slogans and clapped his hands, apparently inciting the vomiting crowd into what he described as “purging”.
"Purge, y'cunt." A sloshed prince basks publically in the racism of his ancestors.
Despite written apologies for these self-described “lapses in judgement”, these latest claims of sexual violation suggest that the red-faced boy has gone one step too far in the direction of too far.
The prince and two friends are reported to have stormed into a private house party in Watton-at-Stone, Hertfordshire, and immediately undressed. While one of the friends stood guard at the front door, prohibiting both entry into and exit from the property, Harry downed the other guests lager, promising to write them a cheque at a later date, and danced what witnesses described as a “penis dance” in front of the stereo system.
While surprised guests initially humoured the fucked royal, the scene took a sexual turn as Harry initiated a sustained programme of touching, male and female alike.
“I couldn’t believe it,” wittered Alan Softball. “One minute he was shaking his downstairs and the next he was clutching my backside pieces. I laughed at first but when I tried to stop him he headbutted me. His friend held my head down into the carpet while Harry did the rape. I cried and he told me he was the son of Diana, Princess of Wales, which I knew to be true from the news.”
Harry worked his way through 18 other victims, seven of which were female, and then stormed out of the house, still naked and into a waiting Mercedes.
Although no royal spokesperson was available for comment, Buckingham Palace did issue this statement moments before press: “Harry is fun free thinker, and whilst we do not doubt the occurrence of intercourse, we do strongly question the likelihood of homosexuality, and indeed of intercourse without consent. We will happily ignore any further questions either the press or the affected families might have.”
This is not the first time that Harry has used his mother’s name in sexual acts. The famed “Topman Occasion”, so named for occurring within the fitting room of the national fashion outlet, was built around a list of his mothers greatest achievements, reeled off by the Prince at orgasm, who cried as he spoke the words.
“Just because he’s a prince he thinks he can do whatever he likes, even with my genitals,” shuddered Stacey, one of the victims who prefers to remain otherwise anonymous. “Although he already has done, I want him to know that he can’t. Do whatever he likes, even with my genitals.”
An investigation is being run by Hertfordshire police, but the commanding officer has already stated that it will not progress beyond the initial paperwork.
Friday, March 19, 2010
three die at utensil consortium
Excited laughter turned to hideous despair yesterday, as Britain’s largest outdoor Utensil Consortium ended in the tragic deaths of three adults.
The event, held every 20 minutes for the past three years just outside the Mendips village of Compton Bishop, had drawn an estimated crowd of nine souls, all anxious to experience firsthand the range of utensils on offer. However, the proceedings were dampened as disaster struck in the second category: Kitchen Utensils (non-sharps).
Gregory Handjob, 43 and of Lower Dutton, is reported to have been watching a ladle demonstration when the tragedy befell, his head crushed to nothing in an enormous pestle and mortar. In the ensuing confusion two female friends, Doris Rundle, 23, and Julie Bloker, 30, were impaled on isolated spatulas.
No witnesses could shed any light on how the accidents happened.
Consortium organiser Samuel Buckle issued the following statement: “We are deeply saddened by the terrible events of this yesterday. A full investigation will be carried out by the organisers to ensure that this cannot happen again and that the consortium can continue, allowing future visitors to safely enjoy the incredible range of utensils on offer at wholesale bargain prices.”
A press release drafted by local police stated that “it has been confirmed that three cases of death had occurred at the Compton Bishop Utensil Consortium, and that three rogue utensils were reported as being the perpetrators. Those utensils are currently being questioned by police, with secret results.”
“It is a dreadful surprise to me personally, as a wife,” said a composed Mrs Handjob, spouse of one the deceased, “but it would be wrong to blame the utensils. Gregory loved utensils and loved the CBUC, and that’s how we should try remember him: as a man who died loving utensils.”
Mr Buckle did smile as he added: “Although these deaths are a tragic blot on the faultless record of the CBUC, we would hasten to remind any utensil fan that this remains the safest Utensil Consortium in the British Isles. In the grander scheme of things, life, three deaths should be considered ultimately trifling.”
The Utensil Consortium will be returning to Compton Bishop on Saturday with a special selection of chopping boards and the nationally renowned Mobile Whisk Gallery.
Do you have a utensil based anecdote you would like to share? If so, please insert it into your anus.
The event, held every 20 minutes for the past three years just outside the Mendips village of Compton Bishop, had drawn an estimated crowd of nine souls, all anxious to experience firsthand the range of utensils on offer. However, the proceedings were dampened as disaster struck in the second category: Kitchen Utensils (non-sharps).
Gregory Handjob, 43 and of Lower Dutton, is reported to have been watching a ladle demonstration when the tragedy befell, his head crushed to nothing in an enormous pestle and mortar. In the ensuing confusion two female friends, Doris Rundle, 23, and Julie Bloker, 30, were impaled on isolated spatulas.
No witnesses could shed any light on how the accidents happened.
Consortium organiser Samuel Buckle issued the following statement: “We are deeply saddened by the terrible events of this yesterday. A full investigation will be carried out by the organisers to ensure that this cannot happen again and that the consortium can continue, allowing future visitors to safely enjoy the incredible range of utensils on offer at wholesale bargain prices.”
A press release drafted by local police stated that “it has been confirmed that three cases of death had occurred at the Compton Bishop Utensil Consortium, and that three rogue utensils were reported as being the perpetrators. Those utensils are currently being questioned by police, with secret results.”
“It is a dreadful surprise to me personally, as a wife,” said a composed Mrs Handjob, spouse of one the deceased, “but it would be wrong to blame the utensils. Gregory loved utensils and loved the CBUC, and that’s how we should try remember him: as a man who died loving utensils.”
Mr Buckle did smile as he added: “Although these deaths are a tragic blot on the faultless record of the CBUC, we would hasten to remind any utensil fan that this remains the safest Utensil Consortium in the British Isles. In the grander scheme of things, life, three deaths should be considered ultimately trifling.”
The Utensil Consortium will be returning to Compton Bishop on Saturday with a special selection of chopping boards and the nationally renowned Mobile Whisk Gallery.
Do you have a utensil based anecdote you would like to share? If so, please insert it into your anus.
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