Oily George, Gfb’s Beauty Advisor and lifestyle Guru has had a busy few weeks. He has completed the edit of his new motion picture Big Knobs And Broomsticks and is working on the world’s first porno pop up collection of Christmas Cards.
He has however found the time to answer some more of your questions. We hope you find them useful.
On Borrowed Time
Hello Oily,
I read with interest that you are in the Pawn industry. How much do you think I will get for this watch? I am running low on cider.
Delores, Devon
Oily Replies,
Sorry Delores I hate this, when a reader wanders down the wrong darkly lit corridor. This is Oily’s Beauty Tips not Madge’s Moneymarket.
But whilst you are here, and quite the saucy little vixen I’ll wager, let me tell you – many sweet tastes have passed my salivating lips but never cider. It’s kinda common. You drink cider you’ll look end up looking like a bedraggled version of sexpot Sarah Ferguson.
Talking of common, Maybe you should drop by and see my good friend Aunty Bill. Despite her/his cheap pound shop perfume and Matalan nylon slacks, non matching wig and flaking nose hair, there are some who say she/he is full of wisdom ( or Strong Drink) and may be able to answer your questions on what cheap nasty drink to buy to get you through your chavtastic existence.
I know for a fact that Aunty Bill enjoys a glass or two of Blue Nun. I enjoy a Blue Nun in a slightly more physical manner.
Yours judgmentally,
OG
Washer Dryer
Hello Oily
Recently I swallowed a washing machine (A Zanussi – none of your cheap rubbish). As you can imagine the spin cycle causes some trouble in my innards although my whites came out whiter than ever. The trouble is I have become addicted to Fabric Conditioner (Up to 6 bottles a day) and I am starting to develop feelings for my tumble dryer.
The Surgeon (A very nice man if a little shaky) has said an operation is out of the question and has suggested I make the most of predicament by setting myself up as a mobile launderette. Do you think I should offer an ironing service?
Des, Tumbleton
Oily Replies
Hey Des,
At last a question that is right up my alley. And how I love something up my alley. But then don’t we all? No? Ok.
In the curdle-the-cream market for which the Vice Squad know me best, we have many uses for kitchen whites. In these times of economic depression, to save on budget we use said machines as a kind of ‘ female fluffer’.
I used to get the girls ready for their scenes myself using just the tools that The Dark Prince gave me. But I’m not a spring chicken anymore. More a turkey’s giblet.
I haven’t really got the energy I used to have. Plus I have a rheumatic tongue.
And thats where the tumble dryer comes in. Yes girls you know what I’m talking about….as Loony Tune Brian Beach Boy meant to sing before he lost his marbles …’good good good good vibrations, sat atop my Zanussi 1400 with built in dryer function set to spin…..’
Ever Oily Dear Readers……
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Oily George, please tell Aunty Bill that you are both role models for not only myself, but my family.
Hysterical post. You just keep getting better and better GFB -grin-
Off to the market now, low on laundry softener.
p.s. loved your ‘fluffer’ line 🙄 pretty damned sure that euphamism is the same in the states as in OZ.
It is apparently – Try a Lenor Shandy – an acquired tast but it will grow on you. Glad you are enjoying the nonsense.
I do like Oily George lol…not in THAT way hee hee.. good stuff-)
Of course not……! He is a bit of a dish though…..
Oily getting physical with a Blue Nun is quite the image.
There is a 1978 adult themed movie he made about this particular experience. Check out your local Blockbuster for a copy of Blue Nun Down In One….it is very challenging and reminds me of German Art House cinema circa 1967…….
Good vibrations!
Indeed Michelle indeed.
Still trying to get past “flaking nose hair”…
Can Oily bill recommend a good therapist to help?
I’ll ask him!
*Sobbing with mirth*
I must keep an eye out for Des the mobile launderette. He could come in useful.
My very thoughts Kate.
Oh my God, Jim. You are killing me.
And, I am kicking myself. Several years ago, I had a British friend who lived here and made artsy porno Christmas cards. I found several of them during the move and threw them away. I should’ve given them to you. They were artistic excellence. I always thought Steve had a market in selling those things.
Fear not Andra! Oily has promised me the proofs to his first print run. Porno Xmas Cards will be huge in 2012. You heard it hear first!