Darts with the Reverend

Hello Bastards.

Been playing darts with the Reverend today. The bugger beat me 5-1! I`m sure he was cheating, he kept getting his doubles before me. Also the cooking whisky he poured me seem to be extremley large! I kept on aiming at the middle board of three but kept on missing!

Bad news as well, all out of primula, and the next boat to the mainland is not until March. Bugger!
Better take a sortie up to the convent to steal off the nuns. They are always hiding cheese and the like up their habits! Dirty little minxes!

Later Bastards.

FG.
Thought for today: Who the fuck invented darts?

Life in the real world

Hello Bastards.

Not a bad day in the rat race. Brough a pair of crympolene trousers and goat hair pants off a passing tramp. Bit tight around the tackle area but whos complaining for £50.

Managed to get hold of one of those radoio things and listened to the cricket as well. What a result. The old Dutch farmers put to the sword again. I could get use to this sort of life.

Better pop up and see the Reverend later, he is bound to be missing me. I will take a tub of primula for him , its is favourite snack. Might even let him have some of my cooking whisky if he is lucky.

This Daisy lass is a bit worrying, kept on pushing her ample backside into my crotch and moaning for god! Very strange. Still have not seen her naked front yet, wont even let me touch her there either. Says ladies dont do that sort of thing. Ah well given time eh!

Later Bastards

FG.

Bastards!

Hello Fellow Castaways.

Just because I said I was leaving the bastards stripped me of my cassock and threw me out of the gate covered in yesterdays gravy!

They could of made it fresh, then I could of had a snack on the way over to Daisy`s place.

Nevermind, she will be waiting for me now with nothing on but her stubbly chin (must take her to the mainland quack to sort that out) She says that when I get home I have got to take her up the Arse! Thing is I have not got tickets for their next game so she is going to be very disappointed.

Later Bastards.

FG.

Fuck this for a game of spiders 1

Dear All.

I have had enough! That Reverend chap has denied me the use of the ping pong table for two fucking years! I am leaving the monastery and setting up home with Daisy. She has got big udders and loads of milk on tap! Plus gallons of good cooking whiskey!

Fuck off silence, hello sex !

Later bastards