The World of Sherby57

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How To Pull Chicks And That

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Brap Brap.

My name is Casio and I am undoubtedly one of the top PUBEs in the country (Picking Up Birds Expert).  Loads of people (men\losers) come up to me and ask me “Oh, Casio, how can I get as much minge as you do?”  Well, that ain’t never going to happen BECAUSE I AM THE BEST!  But, I will use this post to give you a few hints.

Read them, eat them, digest them and then sick them back up into your mind.  Here they are:

1.  Wonderful piss.  You’re out on a date and at some point she’s going to have to go and shake the snake (or whatever the female equaivalent is).  When she gets back from the bog, just look at her and, in an as unsarcastic voice as possible, say: “It’s wonderful to see you.”  Say this even if you’ve already been out for 3 or 4 hours.  Make sure you do it after EVERY wee.  She’ll be so peeplexed that she’ll literally be putty in your hand (or hands).

2.  Owning the chair (lounge, baby, lounge).  There’s only one way to prove that you’re the BCiR (Biggest Cunt in the Room) and that’s to sprawl yourself out over as many chairs as is possible. You don’t need to act like you’re at home, you need to act like you’re at EVERYBODY’S home.

3.  Suggestive magic trick.  It’s a well known fact that girls’ brains are only equipped to deal with pink.  Why not take advantage of this by performing a magic trick which will completely bamboozle them onto the end of your love-rod.  Sure, you could do that, but why not perform a suggestive magic trick instead? Eg, produce a sachet of sugar from behind her ear, dangle it in front of her face and then squeeze it until it becomes ‘erect’.  She’ll be so wet that she’ll slide off her chair.

4.  Acting classes.  Show your sensitive side by telling her about the acting classes you’ve been taking and then about how she’d be great if she took them.  Tell her you’d love to “do it” with her, before correcting yourself and claiming you meant you’d love to act out a scene with her.  Yeah, a porno scene (don’t tell her that bit).

5. The Windsor Neg.  Hey! Why not give her a compliment?  Something like: “Hey, you look great tonight.  You look very reminiscent of Barbara Windsor circa Carry On Camping.”  It sounds like a compliment but it feels like an insult. Oh yeah, baby, you’ve just been on the end of a professional negging.

6.  Staring.  I cannot stress the importance of staring.  They fucking love it.  It makes them feel important or something.  Plant your elbows firmly on the table, lean forward and glare.  Just fucking glare.  Glare like you mean it.  Glare until it feels like your eyes are going to pop out on their stalks and swing from side-to-side like a grotesque Newton’s Cradle.  Great.  You’ve got it.  She’ll be tooting your horn before last orders.

7.  Appear vulnerable.  Tell her that you’ve got mental issues and that you find it hard to bathe yourself.  Look pitiful and sob into your pint.  Women will lap this shit up cos they love a loser.  Ker-ching.  That bitch be yours.

And that’s it.  If you want to know more then you’ll have to pay.  I’m off now to score some Sheilas with the help of my wingman, Binatone.  And, yes, Binatone is a woman.  So I can’t be sexist.

Casio done.

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Electronic Bookage

Hey! Do you own an iPhone, an iPad and\or an iPod Touch?  You do? Hey! Great news!  The incredibly excellent book of this blog, the seminalThe Best of The World of Sherby57: Volume 1, is now available on iBooks! Yeah, you know iBooks? The iBookthing?  I can hear your dripping from here.

It’s available for the bargain price of just £1.99 by clicking here.

Hey!! Do you not own an iPhone, an iPad and\or an iPod Touch but own some other kind of electronic device that might be used to read stuff on?  You do\you don’t\you fall into this category?  Hurrah!  The book (of this blog) is also available for download in a non-Apple eBook format (for the same low, low price) by clicking here.

Hey!!!  Are you some kind of crazy semi-Amish individual who insists on reading books on paper but aren’t afraid to order the paper book via the old internet?  Bully for you!  You can still buy a real-life physical copy of my book on Amazon, by clicking here.  So don’t worry, you ain’t gonna miss out (although it will cost you more).

 

So, what’s this crazy volume about? Well, you’re reading this blog, so you should have an idea, but, if you don’t, here is the official book-blurb:

The World of Sherby57 is one of the most loved blogs on the whole of the internet. Well, it is to me because I wrote it. I can’t speak for anybody else.This book is a collection of the best posts from the first two years. They’ve mostly been rewritten so there is a point to buying the book and not just reading them online.Plus there is a new conclusion to the epic Fireheart! tale. Thrilling stuff. Read it today. Please.

I’ve said “please”.  Consider this an order and buy it NOW!

P.s.

Won’t somebody please leave a review on Amazon or iTunes?

P.p.s.

Only positive comments need apply.

P.p.p.s.

Thanks ever so much for listening.  Bye!

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Breathe

Breathe (Nickelback song)

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So.  I started writing this post and then had to delete it because it was starting to take a turn for the worse.  So I started again. I am blogger, hear me roar.

I won’t say why I started again. I’d prefer to leave an air of mystery hanging over your domain.  Don’t waft it away.  Let it linger.  Breathe it in through your ample nostrils and breathe it out again through your forever-flapping gob. Wasn’t it Nickelback who once sang a song called breathe (see attached photo)?  To be honest, I’ve never heard of it.  I think the photo just appeared in my Media Gallery Recommendations because I used the word “breathe”.  Sure, it’s a tenuous link, but I’m not afraid to jump on the tenuous bandwagon and ride that bad-boy right out of the rodeo.

Anyway.  I started the post from scratch, that’s the point.  This begs the philoshical question as to whether this actually constitutes the same post or not.  Socrates would say “aye” on the matter. Zico would say “no way, Jose”.  These fucking Brazilian footballers are always bickering.  Ironically, it’s a key ingredient in their flamboyant playing style.  Go figure.

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Wagons When?

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Oh, Theo Paphitis.  When will you send your wagons?

Oh, Peter Jones.  Are you really a cowboy?

Oh, Duncan “Dunkin’ Banner Time” Bannatyne.  Will you be my sherriff?

Oh, Deborah Meaden.  Do you work in a saloon?

Oh, New woman with a drastic fringe and a deep voice.  Do you do something else to do with the Wild West?

Damn the so-called “Dragons” and their obsession with Westerns.  They make me sick.  Have you ever seen them breathe fire?  I thought not.  Pathetic.

Bang bang.

 

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Silly Billy

Silly Billy got out his willy, and he did so willy-nilly, even though it was really chilly.

His defence in court is that he was compelled to expose his member on that winter’s morn due to the rhyming nature of his predicament. The jury were not impressed, the swines.

I blame his parents. If your surname was Billy – which is unusual enough to begin with – it seems reckless to call your second born child Silly. You’re just asking for trouble. To be fair, they called their first child “Sport” as they were big fans of the late seventies cartoon. It’s safe to say that they were a strange couple. I don’t want to be a busy-body but someone should have called social services.

Anyway, Silly got 200 hours community service and compulsory therapy. Let’s hope he gets the help that he clearly needs.

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