Un-Birth Of.

Some years ago I invented a tv show called The Un-Birth Of. It’s a physically improbable show in which truly reprehensible celebrities (Entirely in my opinion) are forced head or feet first into their mother’s womb, regardless of their being adults, and the existent or otherwise of the mother. It’s a truly despicable idea, but one which made me laugh with its total absurdity.

Episode 1: Lenny Henry is carried screaming towards the birth-hole, screaming and weeping, as the Manic Street Preachers entertain us with “It’s not war (Just the end of love)”

Episode 2: One Direction are all (Simultaneously) blasted back into the womb using a circus cannon, to the tune of Fatboy Slim’s “Praise You”.

Episode 3: Piers Morgan is thrust shouting into a gigantic whicker womb which is then set on fire by children from every nation, as an accordian player does a playing of the Mad Men theme.

More later you fucking pricks!

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About neilstilwell

Abseiling into trouble, a sewer rat staring at the stars. Disgusting. You can assist my search for the one ring by buying a Kindle version of this diary from here. http://www.amazon.co.uk/frozen-fridge-Zoomeister-Diaries-ebook/dp/B00C426DD0/ref=sr_1_sc_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1366481719&sr=8-1-spell&keywords=a+frozen+turd+in+a+hot+frudge It has some other stuff in it, and a dreadful cover.
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