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And tonight we have a special request from Ian , to Gamble , you can try all you want but …
Pick 3 on Saturday champion 2025/2026
“ever since Chezza used to pretend to be an invisible rabbit at the turn of the millennium. #Harvey #WorldCrossing”
Not in my head not even in the vicinity!
That was Ian Davies if I am not mistaken and although I had suspicions he had an addiction for carotene there was no clone linkage because Ian Davies only wrote as a widiculous wabbit.
King Nebuchadnezzar
couldn’t have done it
without the help of Chezza.I am "The Horse Racing Punter" on Facebook
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It's the "Millwall FC" of Point broadcasts: "No One Likes Us - We Don't Care"I have gone beyond my brief
to stir the green black, some say accursed, marmite flavoured multi-worded hornet.In all honesty the Wabbit was not all bad, and truth to tell much missed from the perspective of a highly grotesque yet emotion filled sight of a prey too large, and indeed far too facile prey for even a spotty child wearing three times magnification glasses and pointing a 12 guage shotgun, bored to death of Bugs Bunny and an easy distraction from the boring task of learning by rote senseless mathematical theorems.
I would not call it love, but a hazard to stable emotion, and not denying our mutual fantasy for objects and animals stretched to their physical limits, however to cast your eye and see the impressive sight of six foot wabbit stretched out motionless on a B road with a flattened half inch stomach and dried blood staining the white line – Well it’s well beyond any fantasy, and the stuff of Hitchcock with a hanky.
CRAZY WORLD
OF DEFECTS
PUT IT BACK
IN THE SUPERNATURAL
UNDERWORLD OF MISFITS
DON’T EVEN LOOK AT IT
ITS A DEFORMITY
SHOOT THE B@STARDChezza regarded himself as gamble’s private therapist back then.
Chezza’s been wanting to invoice gamble for Chezza’s Psychiatric Services ever since, but once you’ve written off five figures on private detectives trying to find an invoice address there reaches a stage where you give up on it.
gamble IS “The Elusive Pimpernel” – “j’accuse!” exclaims Chezza!
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It's the "Millwall FC" of Point broadcasts: "No One Likes Us - We Don't Care"drone and gamble
ramble
and amblechezza and Ian
me, myself
and IGaelic Warrior Gold Cup Winner 2026
(More) genius.^
I am "The Horse Racing Punter" on Facebook
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It's the "Millwall FC" of Point broadcasts: "No One Likes Us - We Don't Care"Certainly not a poem and not the mainstream view and not appropriate in this thread. Deleted
Starkle starkle, little twink,
Who the hell are you, I think,
Must be getting rather tight,
Let’s go out and start a fight.I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I crawled on six crooked highwaysI stole this, just the other day, in case I could rat on a big group of chums still in the pub well beyond closing time. It should be sung, not spoken, hence the pub. Now that Christmas good cheer is well behind us, this just hits the spot. The fifteen contributers to this thread so far appear below, albeit coded.
When you need a shoulder you can cry on
They’ll be there to look the other way
When it takes a chum you can’t rely on
You can call them any time of day
When no one else will listen, They’ll blank out every word
Till you realize there’s chums who do not care
When you need someone who’ll always love you
You’ll be alone, you’ll be aloneWhen you’re lost and stumbling in the darkness
LambGate, Nat and Fussy will not shine a light
When it seems the whole world is against you
Jumper, God and Cheezy will always miss the fight
Others might desert you and friends may turn away
Roller, Fighter, ThreeArt are absent every step along the way
‘Cause as long as They’re around to help you
You’ll be alone, you’ll be aloneWhen you feel the burden on your shoulder
Cannabinoid, TheBellAt and Sleepy will shirk the heavy load
Every day They’ll walk along without you
Every twist and turn along the road
Others might forsake you
As you swim against the tide
FasliyevSon and DickDouble will find no shelter
Arbiter will just hide
And as long as They’re there in spirit
You’ll be alone, you’ll be aloneDifferent times are coming
Somewhere along the lane
You’ll be together once again
And then the tide will turn
And flames of friends will forever burnSeems to be a lot of interest with biscuits. So I’m jumping on the bandwagon. My only entry is called…
Journey of a Hobnob named Gobjob
Baking soda,flour and oats got horny.
An orgy began to grow.
Milk, sugar and syrup joined in.
They all worked up dough.Following the bout of kneading
came intimate biscuit porn.
After two brisk minutes of rolling and cutting,
baby Gobjob was born.Baked and raised in a tunnel oven
with fellow golden bickies,
Gobjob had a worthy upbringing
at the famous brand Mcvitie’s.Decorated with smooth milk chocolate,
then packed in fancy plastic …
Gobjob lived a quality life
and felt so freakin’ fantastic.Patiently waiting on a supermarket shelf,
Gobjob had ‘A Plus Tard’ dream …
posing alongside a lovely gold cup
with a glamorous custard cream.But a sudden grab from a desperate hand
sent a shock wave throughout the pack.
Many hobnobs shed some crumbs
at the thought of being a snack.The hobnobs were bought and taken away
to a dim and scary room.
Grubby fingers ripped the pack open
and prepared to dish out doom.Every hobnob was personally greeted
with a ripen, sour breath.
A wicked smile accompanied it
to deal a painful, mushy death.Gobjob was picked from the packet
to meet the gorging aggressor
and it soon became quite evident
that the hobnob killer was Chezza!Chezza’s cakehole opened up
like a portal to eternal damnation.
Gobjob cast a few more crumbs
into the final destination.Bite, snap, crunch and munch.
Chezza savoured the taste.
Sinful saliva flooded the mouth
and Gobjob turned to paste.Gobjob was having none of it
and thought “I have got this!”
when it entered the back of Chezza’s throat
and wrestled with the Epiglottis.Chezza gagged, spluttered and wheezed
before coughing till the throat felt raw.
Gobjob ejected into the air
and slopped onto the floor.And as Chezza staggered away for recovery,
Gobjob began to die
and was taken away by Angel Custard Cream
to the great biscuit tin in the sky.The word “genius” is overused (especially by Chezza) but there really is no other word here.
Needless to say, Chezza particularly loved the last six verses of this true masterpiece.
I am "The Horse Racing Punter" on Facebook
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It's the "Millwall FC" of Point broadcasts: "No One Likes Us - We Don't Care"I got quite sad when gobjob got eaten by Chezza and went to the great biscuit tin in the sky Ghost.
It’s like when your pouring a packet of frozen peas into a saucepan and one rolls onto the floor. It avoids the boiling water and goes straight in the trash bin as an Escape Pea.
Jac
Gamble… Perhaps it’s time to release that poem from your sock drawer.. the bar is getting higher and higher.
Things turn out best for those who make the best of how things turn out...My latest offering is below. Not sure I’m totally happy with the punctuation, but hopefully the subject is still reasonably clear:
Chezza?
Chezza…
Chezza!
Chezza Chezza Chezza Chezza
Chezza.“Chezza?
Chezza…
Chezza!
Chezza Chezza Chezza Chezza
Chezza.”Chezza’s a bit disappointed to get just the eight mentions if he’s honest.
I am "The Horse Racing Punter" on Facebook
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It's the "Millwall FC" of Point broadcasts: "No One Likes Us - We Don't Care"
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