Why don't you pop an itchy b**th of a banana...

The story:

I was twirling drunkenly round a pole at a popular night-club, where all the girls wear skirts the size of belts and the guys take and sell drugs, guns and anything remotely harmful( e.g. garden gnomes. Hey Hey hoorf) singing this song. Then suddenly, to my amazement, the incredibly hunky DJ who i'd fancied for ages(called Snoopy the cat)- turned the CD off and i sang my version and to my surprise, and utter shock horror. Everybody laughed. And i fainted, banged my head on the pole and had to go to hospital and have 27.5 stitches. Funny. Ha ha. I now live with my mum, have to be fed, clothed and bathed, due to my embarrassing brain tumour. I only have two weeks to live. Aahh. This is one goals, to write in and tell the whole world about my ever so interesting, educational and particularly funny story..... GIVE ME A COOKIE YOU IMBASIL