Lost City of Atlantis found in a Bread Roll.
The great mythical, Lost City of Atlantis, has been discovered in a bread roll, in Chelmsford.
'Well, cover me with jam and call me a tart', said bakery owner and all-round dickhead, Gilbert Frostknuckle.
'There I was baking some rolls for the fat-arsed customers who come in, when I noticed this small, ancient looking, yet curiously advanced city, in this bread roll' the gobshite said.
At first glance the 'city' appears to resemble a raisin, but on closer inspection, it appears to be - a bigger looking raisin.
'What you've got to understand, is that no-one really knows what Atlantis actually looked like' wittered the flour-covered dingbat..
'Pure coincidence that it should resemble a raisin.. if you don't believe me, I got a jar full of Atlantises in the back' he continued.
The mystery of how the rais.. I mean City, came to be in a bread roll, has mystified some ducks in a nearby pond and also Mr Frostknuckle.
The discovery has been hailed as 'a load of cobblers' by several historians and 'a load of frigging shite' by hundreds of schoolchildren, who think he's a fruitcake.
Undetered by the stinging and frankly, overdue criticism, Mr Frostknuckle intends to keep the raisin up his arse and is only to happy to pluck it out and parade it up and down the local highstreet for everyone's enjoyment.
As we left the shop, Mr Frostknuckle, dropped his trousers and shouted..'Ancient history - MY ARSE!'
The great mythical, Lost City of Atlantis, has been discovered in a bread roll, in Chelmsford.
'Well, cover me with jam and call me a tart', said bakery owner and all-round dickhead, Gilbert Frostknuckle.
'There I was baking some rolls for the fat-arsed customers who come in, when I noticed this small, ancient looking, yet curiously advanced city, in this bread roll' the gobshite said.
At first glance the 'city' appears to resemble a raisin, but on closer inspection, it appears to be - a bigger looking raisin.
'What you've got to understand, is that no-one really knows what Atlantis actually looked like' wittered the flour-covered dingbat..
'Pure coincidence that it should resemble a raisin.. if you don't believe me, I got a jar full of Atlantises in the back' he continued.
The mystery of how the rais.. I mean City, came to be in a bread roll, has mystified some ducks in a nearby pond and also Mr Frostknuckle.
The discovery has been hailed as 'a load of cobblers' by several historians and 'a load of frigging shite' by hundreds of schoolchildren, who think he's a fruitcake.
Undetered by the stinging and frankly, overdue criticism, Mr Frostknuckle intends to keep the raisin up his arse and is only to happy to pluck it out and parade it up and down the local highstreet for everyone's enjoyment.
As we left the shop, Mr Frostknuckle, dropped his trousers and shouted..'Ancient history - MY ARSE!'