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There was a cry for help, 'HELP', it was Mrs Hippo, out in her rubber ring
it tastes like you but sweeter xxx
mmmmm, trotters toy bag....
Trotterise your life. (prices for all wage brackets)
Trotter and Fing
There was a cry for help, 'HELP', it was Mrs Hippo, out in her rubber ring
About Me
- Fatface
*comments and questions for TROTTER and Fing can be left at Trotskie69@yahoo.co.uk
This is a blog dedicated to the adventures of TROTTER and Fing, 2 pets from Oxford.
TROTTER is a small shabby dog with brain damage. He is deaf in one ear and blind in one eye, he has epilepsy and pyrexia and OCD. He likes to bite you as you leave the house and bark at closed doors in the evenings.
Fing is a beautiful cat, golden in colour but not slippery to the touch. Fing is possessed of an above average intelligence, a finely honed mean streak and pyschic capabilities.
It may not be wrong, but it certainly isn't right.
Other cast members:
Four legged friends:
Fat Boy Faggot
Tutz
Giggsey Girl the stupid slug face
Truly Scumptious Lulu, the chubbiest dog in the west
Lucas by day - Duncan by night
Skipjack tuna, mayo on the side Travis
Two Legged Fiends:
Martha - My mother
Varne - A chavtastic neighbour
Mrs Warboise - Varne's mother
Shane - a vision in hotpants
SLUG's FOR THE MEMORY
it tastes like you but sweeter xxx
Boy
mmmmm, trotters toy bag....
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Trotterise your life. (prices for all wage brackets)
2 comments:
Surely that regal face can't be the same one implicated in the "bag incedent", I refuse to believe it.
Its true, he's all a bit jeckel and hyde at the moment i'm afraid.
Nothing is safe or secure.
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