From the archives: Daphne taghti fastidju lil Charlon Gouder – No. 1

Among the crimes I am charged with committing against Charlon Gouder, there is one that goes by the excellent name of ‘tajtu fastidju’.

The whore in Albert Town ran away with his wallet, leaving me to face the music.

So just in case you’ve forgotten what I wrote about him (and only a chicken-brain like Charlon wouldn’t leave this to die a natural death instead of resurrecting all the qahba jokes with a police case so that we can remember them and laugh all over again at his expense), I’m going through the archives so that you can see kif tajt fastidju lil Charlon Gouder.

SHORT OF IDEAS FOR YOUR HEN NIGHT? RING CHARLON GOUDER NOW

In a valiant attempt at raising funds for their household electricity bills, Charlon, Jason and the rest of the crew at Super One have formed a dance-cum-strip (oooh, don’t say ‘cum’, Ronnie) troupe and are hiring themselves out for hen nights.

It’s not the biggest thrill you’ll ever have, girls, but you might get a laugh out of it. Who knows? Maybe one of them wears Y-fronts. And please don’t tell me there isn’t a single woman out there who wants to see Jason in the buff. He comes with the package – or rather, without it.

STAR COMMENT ON THIS POST (in response to a remark about Charlon’s choice of neckwear):
Pepe
That’s because someone told him: ”Ghamillu coff u ibghatu waiter” so he did, now he’s lost his manhood and his bow-tie.

I’m howling with laughter.