RECTUM ROCKETS!!!
My eyes are still watering and buttocks are clenched at the thought. Are we talking solid fuel and heat seeking? (nowhere to run, nowhere to hide). Reminds me of a particularly oily estate agent that hangs around street corners in these parts.
Then again, Im almost sure they could figure in one of those enduringly affectionate memories I have of childhood confectionary. Aniseed balls, flying saucers, liquorice twist, rectum rockets. It almost fits.
"A quarter of Rectum Rockets please sir, and some Mars Attacks."
It sounds terribly familiar.
Or, Fax, was it a formula 1 driver from the seventies? I can almost hear Murray screaming "and here comes Heskeths Rectum Rocket screaming in from a long way behind!!"
Jeez, they're not kidding when they say fast food's bad for you...
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