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Prinderella and the Since

Tonce upon a wime there was a gretty little pirl named Prinderella.  Prinderella had two sisty uglers and a micked wedstutter, who made her flub the scoors, wean the clindows, pine the shots and shans, and do all the other wirty dirk. Wasn’t that a shirty dame?

One day the Ping issued a kroclamation that all geligible irls were invited to a Drancy Fess Ball. Prindella’s two sisty uglers could go, but Prinderella couldn’t go because she didn’t have a drancy fess, only a rirty dag that fidn’t dit. Wasn’t that a shirty dame?

All of a sudden, in the eyeling of a twink, Prinderella’s gairy fodmother appeared, and turned the cumpkin into a poach, the hice into morses, and Prinderella’s rirty dag into a drancy fess. But she warned Prinderella that she must be home by the moke of stridnight. Wasn’t that a shirty dame?

Well, Prindella went to the Drancy Fess Ball, and she pranced all night with the Cince, and at the moke of stridnight she ran down the Stalace Peps. But on the bottom Pep she slopped her dripper! Wasn’t that a shirty dame?

The next day the Ping issued another kroclamation that all geligible irls were to sly on the tripper. Prinderella’s two sisty uglers slipped on the tripper but it fidn’t dit. So Prinderella slied on the tripper, and it fid dit! So Prinderella and the Cince were married and lived happily ever afterwards.

Nor that wasn’t such a shirty dame, was it?

Wishing everyone a happy Christmas and prosperous 2013

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Written by Steven Mugglestone

December 20, 2012 at 9:45 am

Posted in Jokes

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