Uncle Freddie (pictured right), 126, shows Auntie Wolf, 625, his new five
blade shaving glove.
So here we are again, in this issue we share the glorious party moments of Invader pal Paul, known as Pounder to everyone.
Paul was born about eighteen years ago as a small baby and grew up, over the last eighteen years, to reach this his eighteenth
birthday party, he has had approx seventeen birthday partys since birth, but we are just going to cover this, his eighteenth
party to celebrate his eighteenth birthday.
Though he may have been drinking alcohol and doing grown up stuff for a while, from now on its legal, well excepting the sheep hobby he has.
His mother, Mrs Paul, 34, said 'I couldnt believe it when I had Paul as a baby, I thought they arrived in clothes and were
made out of plastic, like my Barbies Ken'. 'He was a lovely little lad' said his sister, Mary, 37, 'I remember once when he was sick, it was quite disgusting
it tasted like sick' she added. Mrs Paul interjected saying 'Paul was well known in the area for taking all his clothes
off and wandering around a bit in the nuddy'. 'Thankfully he has grown out of it now, he even has a shower fully clothed'.
It was not long before the esteemed guests arrived...
Uncle Freddie (pictured right), 126, shows Auntie Wolf, 625, his new five
blade shaving glove.
Grandad Gloria (pictured right), 12, the family transvestite,
arrives with his long term lover Joan, 6months, the family monkey.
Every family has its Black Sheep and Pauls is no exception, Chainsaw
Harrys murdering bloodbath tendancies are overlooked, but his dancing moves are scorned upon by the family big wigs..
In some parts of the world, its not unusual for familes
to clean the bones of long dead relitives once a year as a mark of respect. Here we see it taken to a new level, Allan Woods
enjoys the party despite being dead for the last fortysix centuries.
The twins were there in force of two. Steve and Craig, we are
not sure which is which, stayed for the full twenty minutes of the party..
Pauls twelve year old younger brother William, was ready
for his bed after sniffing a pint of water.
Mr Happy was also out on the tiles, though he showed a
clean set of hands after the theft of the DJ
The mad scientist, turned out out to have made baby Paul
in a dirty testube, the formula should have produced a stallion, but sadly due to contamination of the testube by
an eye of newt, Paul only ended up with one body part of the magestic beast.. (a single photo available in our sister publication
Gentital Wonders of the World page ten through to thirtysix)
Paul puts everyone to shame with dance moves taught by
Mad Onna, the sexy minx from Clapham.
Drunkard Grandad Ernie, 8, was up to his filthy lecturuss ways
touching ladies and men with gay abandon, least until he passed out under the mens right urinal.
Not so Snow White tries out a dance move taught by Camp George,
sadly she stuck like this and will remain in traction for approx sixteen centuries.
On a final note, the reason for the paaarty.. its Paul, hes
slick, hes sexy and hes eighteen, roll on his twenty first.
We tactfully left the party early, at about 4AM, but later heard that a fire was started and Belzebub was called upon, he duly arrived and had a few woo whoos and a Brandy before departing back to the nether reagions of Earth.
Coming up in 2005 MORE weddings and more parties, the next issue may well feature a booze up/presentation night bash, or not.
