Tracey Ullman

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"Take off everything but your tool belt!"

“It's uncanny isn't it? Especially from someone as common as yourself.”

~ Queen Elizabeth the XXIII to Tracey about her impersonation of her

“Fuck her.”

~ Jennifer Saunders on Tracey Ullman

“What a cunt.”

~ Renée Zellweger on Tracey Ullman

“Eat me.”

~ Risperdal 250MG to Tracey Ullman

Tracey 'Sybil' Ullman (AKA Osama bin Ullman) was born on December 30, 1987. She was born and raised in Afghanistan, where she would be trained as an enemy combatant. It was during this time that she would master the fine art of terrorizing the American public, including poor innocent celebrities. At some point she moved to Britain and picked up enough English to get by.


In the early 80s, Ullman pretended to be singer/songwriter, Kirsty MacColl, a woman she would later kill in order to keep that chapter of her career a secret. She actually released a hit album, "You Smelled My Farts in 17 Places". She also released another album which nobody cared about.

Around this time, she noticed her knack for fooling the public into believing that she was British, (even though she didn't have bad English teef), and decided to give acting a try. She hooked up comediennes Jennifer Saunders, Dawn French, and Ruby Wax, in the short lived BBC comedy series, Girls on Flop. Tracey was the only hot one of the bunch, and stood out among the others, the others being a cow, a Jew, and a recently up the duff Jennifer Saunders, (pregnant chicks weren't hot back then). The girls got jealous and killed off Tracey's character, forcing her to leave.

Getting raped by a dog on television, won Ullman her 18th Emmy

Out of a job, Tracey decided to a spawn with an octogenarian tv producer. She named the baby, Mabel. Mabel, would go onto become institutionalized after years of being the butt of her mother's jokes and the subject of her mother's incessant stories on television. Tracey was the original Kathy Lee Gifford.

Around this time, Tracey got sick of the Brits, and after a stint at trying to blow up Parliament, she was forced to emigrate to the United States to avoid doing time in the Tower of London. It was in America that she would gain iconic status, and piss off as many minorities as possible.

"The Tracey Ullman Show", a sketchcom, debuted in 1987. Tracey would do a billion characters, sing and dance, (pharmacist, Paula Abdul, provided choreography for the series), and do all kinds of crazy shit, which got on her co-stars' nerves. These co-stars retaliated, by threatening to walk if the producers didn't give them a spot in the show without Tracey, who would lock the cast in their dressing rooms and pretend to be them, just so she could get more airtime. Since they were nobodies, a shitty compromise was made: they would be given crappy cartoon shorts in which they would supply the voices and get an extra $10 a week for doing so. These shorts would air in and out of commercial breaks. This cartoon would be based on the love affair between Orenthal James, and Wallace Simpson. After 17 years, the public got tired of Ullman, and decided that they wanted to see more of the cartoons and have her scaled down to doing the short bits. Soon there became no need for the ex-British skank. A spin-off show was created just for the cartoon characters. This show was simply called, The Simpsons. Being a cunt, Tracey decided to sue. She lost the case, and the public told her to, "Go home, and fuck off!" Ullman was out of a job again.

Barely making ends meet, she was reduced to taking acting jobs in some really bad films, including "I Hate You To Death: The Tracey Ullman Story".

Pretty soon, Tracey was forced into seclusion.

Trying to get a second season, Tracey tongues a female network exec

Ten years went by, and Tracey and her husband were hard up for money. Tracey's husband could no longer afford adult diapers, and Ullman was forced to go back to work.

"Tracey Takes Off", a new sketch comedy, was bought by HOBO. Tracey again played multiple characters. HOBO gave her the freedom to make fun of the crippled, the blind, and the homosexualists. The series had multiple guest stars, although, the most famous one, Tracey's prominent Camel Toe. Miss Toe, appeared in almost every episode, to the delight of fish-fingered lesbians everywhere.

After four seasons, Tracey got tired of wearing prosthetic birdseed penises for her male characters, and Miss Toe was aiming to break out on her own. Ullman wasn't having any of it. She killed off Miss Toe, and left the HOMO network.

Tracey tried her hand at odd jobs, including playing a woman who puts a bottle in her cooch, in John Waters', "A Dirty Shame".

Happy with being out of the limelight, Tracey settled down and began waiting for euthanasia to come calling.

Stint in Guantanamo[edit]

In 2005, Tracey was stopped at LAX, and arrested for impersonating a black Asian Airport Security woman.

Three years went by, and Tracey went back to her roots, reading the Quaran, and growing a beard. Suddenly, she got the idea of telling the CIA that she was actually a Jew and could not possibly be a dirty Muslim terrorist. Ullman broke into a bunch of gibberish Yiddish, and they granted her release.

Scared to death of being sent back to Afghanistan, or even worse, Britain, Tracey decided to start the process of getting American citizenship. She was sworn in, and decided to go back to television, to seek revenge on the country that threw her into a concentration camp. She was after blood.


(left) Ullman, (right) Zellweger

This time, she passed on doing a show for the HOMO network, and went to Showtime, a network with an even bigger Homosexual agenda. Ullman kept tabs on all the Hollywood elite that pissed her off.

Tracey's hatred for trout face, Renée Zellweger, caused a public feud between the two stars. Tracey continues to impersonate the blowfish in her new show, Tracey Ullman's State of America.

Making fun of Asians is all the rage these days, and Tracey was ready to cash in. She darkened up her face, put a dot on her forehead, and Bollywooded. The bitch can still dance, and has hot legs.

Tracey continues her show at present. She also has a $500 million dollar life insurance policy on her 130-year-old husband. Tracey's children no longer speak to her.