Here are some early attempts at LOTP trumps: Pisser on the Turd and Rosy Rockets.
I just resurrected the second half of the Monkey Chews entry. I had hidden it partly because I thought it was rubish and partly because I couldn't decide how to report the fracas with the required sensitivity.

Wanksocratic Interrogation
Of the limp-witted, to sarcastically pose a rhetorical question.
Comic Sans Humour
Corporate wit.
The Lottery, with its weekly pay-out of enormous prizes, was the one public event to which the proles paid serious attention. It was probable that there were some millions of proles for whom the Lottery was the principal if not the only reason for remaining alive. It was their delight, their folly, their anodyne, their intellectual stimulant. Where the Lottery was concerned, even people who could barely read and write seemed capable of intricate calculations and staggering feats of memory. There was a whole tribe of men who made a living simply by selling systems, forecasts, and lucky amulets. Winston had nothing to do with the running of the Lottery, which was managed by the Ministry of Plenty, but he was aware (indeed everyone in the party was aware) that the prizes were largely imaginary. Only small sums were actually paid out, the winners of the big prizes being non-existent persons.
Posted by rosy at juin 22, 2005 04:12 PM | TrackBackFrighteningly accurate.
Posted by: Speedwolf at juin 22, 2005 04:26 PMThe poo or the proles?
The proles or the poo?
You once pooed
Into a shoe.
Posted by: Rosy at juin 22, 2005 04:30 PMI wanna top trump. WAAAAAH
Posted by: matronboy at juin 28, 2005 03:01 AMI will probably eventually do definitive ones now we're more "solid". There's a trump for Rob and most of the 6th formers never "met" him.
Posted by: Rosy at juin 29, 2005 12:41 PMThere's also one for Rocko. Who? Exactly.
Posted by: nickunt at juillet 7, 2005 06:21 PMA trump for Rocko. Like "A Snog for Kirsty". But more poignant.
Posted by: Rosy at juillet 8, 2005 01:23 PMI DUN ONE ON THE LANDING AND IT DONE MAKE A STAIN ON THE CARPET I PICKED IT UP AND THREW IT AT MY SISTER SHE DID NOT SEE THAT ONE COMING
Posted by: Conor at juillet 11, 2005 02:54 PMI DUN YOUR SISTER ON THE LANDING AND SHE DONE MAKE A STAIN ON THE CARPET I PICKED HER UP AND THREW HER DOWN THE STAIRS SHE DID NOT SEE THAT ONE COMING
Posted by: nickunt at juillet 11, 2005 03:26 PMonce i stucked a gun into my bum, and it made me do a poo, so i shooted the poo and it splatted into my face like a banananana so my mommy wipeded it off for me, and she did up my shoelaces and i went to play cowboys and injuns with my friendses and then i went to macdonalds and i had some chicken nuggetses and some chips and it was in a box and the toy was an action man, and he had a gun, and i stucked the gun up my bum and i pooed and thats how the whole thing started
Posted by: jesus army at septembre 3, 2005 03:43 AMHa ha! Thanks for reading my site! Come back soon!
Posted by: Rosy at septembre 5, 2005 08:28 AM"Ne raillons pas les fous;
leur folie dure plus longtemps que la nôtre....
Voilà toute la differénce."
from The King In Yellow
You MUST NOT read The King In Yellow.
Posted by: Da at septembre 8, 2005 02:08 AM> TKiY
My miiiiiiiiiiiiiiind is going
Posted by: air at septembre 14, 2005 07:18 PMLook! What i did a make of. It is teh googling eye kitten! w00t! Penguins! hahahaha lol!!!11! I am teh new member of the belmford, and not many poeple like me there, cos i am te spastic.
Posted by: Rascal Valiumz at octobre 1, 2005 02:04 PMLol! I am the goodest looking and the stoodent! Where shall i put this? Its soooo big! Rasclart? Exxon? I like cider, and i am funny*, i think, lol!
*Annabel Lecta's actual standard of humour may be different from that said above. Any body that pretends to find her funny is just waiting for a tit-pic.
Posted by: Annabel Lecta at octobre 1, 2005 02:08 PMShut up. You don't even exist.
Posted by: The Nimfinder General at octobre 3, 2005 04:37 PMOh yeah. The jesus army comment was me. If you were wondering.
Posted by: Gareth at novembre 16, 2005 08:58 PMNo, Gareth. We weren't.
Posted by: Matt at novembre 20, 2005 11:04 PM