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So last weekend I had attended a local Doctor Who convention, who promised a mystery special guest. Things were going good for me in that day as I brought merchandise, took some photos, and managed to talk to some cosplayers there without getting into trouble. Then I had a pasty they were serving up at the venue’s canteen. It was so good that I decided to have another pasty, and then another one, and so forth. After my thirty-first pasty I started to feel ill and in need to vomit somewhere, but I don’t want to miss the panel featuring the special guests. Then I came across a nearby Dalek so I ran up towards it, open its head, and vomit in it. The convention volunteers began to shout at me as the mystery guest was in the Dalek for the panel. Then who popped out of the Dalek was Sylvester McCoy covered in my vomit. I asked him for my autograph, but instead he punch me in my jowls. Then the security escorted me out, telling my I’m banned from all sci-fi conventions in the UK. First comic book and anime conventions and now sci-fi conventions. Is there any fucking convention I wouldn’t be banned from?

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I'm chairman of MerCon, a gathering of people who like to dress up like mermaids. You are invited to join and show off your aquatic abilities. A mermaid beauty pageant is another highlight of the convention that features contestants laying in the floor doing their best to look as mermaid-y as possible. I think you would make a wonderful mermaid.

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I'm chairman of MerCon, a gathering of people who like to dress up like mermaids. YYou are invited to join and show off your aquatic abilities.

 

As long as there are women dressed up as Little Mermaid characters, I'm there.

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So last weekend I had attended a local Doctor Who convention, who promised a mystery special guest. Things were going good for me in that day as I brought merchandise, took some photos, and managed to talk to some cosplayers there without getting into trouble. Then I had a pasty they were serving up at the venue’s canteen. It was so good that I decided to have another pasty, and then another one, and so forth. After my thirty-first pasty I started to feel ill and in need to vomit somewhere, but I don’t want to miss the panel featuring the special guests. Then I came across a nearby Dalek so I ran up towards it, open its head, and vomit in it. The convention volunteers began to shout at me as the mystery guest was in the Dalek for the panel. Then who popped out of the Dalek was Sylvester McCoy covered in my vomit. I asked him for my autograph, but instead he punch me in my jowls. Then the security escorted me out, telling my I’m banned from all sci-fi conventions in the UK. First comic book and anime conventions and now sci-fi conventions. Is there any fucking convention I wouldn’t be banned from?

This is all fucking lies. You were banned as you tried to mount the daleks death ray in order to insert it into your well worn prolapsed arsehole. You done this in the mistaken belief that their catchphrase is actually "exsperminate". Now jump in your portaloo, the turdis and fuck off to another dimension.
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Am sure being the big fat pile of afterbirth that he is bronykeith is no stranger to being banned/rejected/ spit on / chased by little kids poking him with sharp sticks ................. :)

So last weekend I had attended a local Doctor Who convention, who promised a mystery special guest. Things were going good for me in that day as I brought merchandise, took some photos, and managed to talk to some cosplayers there without getting into trouble. Then I had a pasty they were serving up at the venue’s canteen. It was so good that I decided to have another pasty, and then another one, and so forth. After my thirty-first pasty I started to feel ill and in need to vomit somewhere, but I don’t want to miss the panel featuring the special guests. Then I came across a nearby Dalek so I ran up towards it, open its head, and vomit in it. The convention volunteers began to shout at me as the mystery guest was in the Dalek for the panel. Then who popped out of the Dalek was Sylvester McCoy covered in my vomit. I asked him for my autograph, but instead he punch me in my jowls. Then the security escorted me out, telling my I’m banned from all sci-fi conventions in the UK. First comic book and anime conventions and now sci-fi conventions. Is there any fucking convention I wouldn’t be banned from?

 

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So last weekend I had attended a local Doctor Who convention, who promised a mystery special guest. Things were going good for me in that day as I brought merchandise, took some photos, and managed to talk to some cosplayers there without getting into trouble. Then I had a pasty they were serving up at the venue’s canteen. It was so good that I decided to have another pasty, and then another one, and so forth. After my thirty-first pasty I started to feel ill and in need to vomit somewhere, but I don’t want to miss the panel featuring the special guests. Then I came across a nearby Dalek so I ran up towards it, open its head, and vomit in it. The convention volunteers began to shout at me as the mystery guest was in the Dalek for the panel. Then who popped out of the Dalek was Sylvester McCoy covered in my vomit. I asked him for my autograph, but instead he punch me in my jowls. Then the security escorted me out, telling my I’m banned from all sci-fi conventions in the UK. First comic book and anime conventions and now sci-fi conventions. Is there any fucking convention I wouldn’t be banned from?

 

A Jimmy Savile convention, perhaps?

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So last weekend I had attended a local Doctor Who convention, who promised a mystery special guest. Things were going good for me in that day as I brought merchandise, took some photos, and managed to talk to some cosplayers there without getting into trouble. Then I had a pasty they were serving up at the venue’s canteen. It was so good that I decided to have another pasty, and then another one, and so forth. After my thirty-first pasty I started to feel ill and in need to vomit somewhere, but I don’t want to miss the panel featuring the special guests. Then I came across a nearby Dalek so I ran up towards it, open its head, and vomit in it. The convention volunteers began to shout at me as the mystery guest was in the Dalek for the panel. Then who popped out of the Dalek was Sylvester McCoy covered in my vomit. I asked him for my autograph, but instead he punch me in my jowls. Then the security escorted me out, telling my I’m banned from all sci-fi conventions in the UK. First comic book and anime conventions and now sci-fi conventions. Is there any fucking convention I wouldn’t be banned from?

Silvester McCoy needed vomiting on.

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This is all fucking lies. You were banned as you tried to mount the daleks death ray in order to insert it into your well worn prolapsed arsehole. You done this in the mistaken belief that their catchphrase is actually "exsperminate". Now jump in your portaloo, the turdis and fuck off to another dimension.

I used to know one of the female companions who had a photo done naked with one of the daleks back in the late 60s. She lives near me

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So last weekend I had attended a local Doctor Who convention, who promised a mystery special guest. Things were going good for me in that day as I brought merchandise, took some photos, and managed to talk to some cosplayers there without getting into trouble. Then I had a pasty they were serving up at the venue’s canteen. It was so good that I decided to have another pasty, and then another one, and so forth. After my thirty-first pasty I started to feel ill and in need to vomit somewhere, but I don’t want to miss the panel featuring the special guests. Then I came across a nearby Dalek so I ran up towards it, open its head, and vomit in it. The convention volunteers began to shout at me as the mystery guest was in the Dalek for the panel. Then who popped out of the Dalek was Sylvester McCoy covered in my vomit. I asked him for my autograph, but instead he punch me in my jowls. Then the security escorted me out, telling my I’m banned from all sci-fi conventions in the UK. First comic book and anime conventions and now sci-fi conventions. Is there any fucking convention I wouldn’t be banned from?

 

I think you would be a star if you kept to the gay, tranny, crossdressing cocksucker conventions. 

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We nicknamed my wife's gynaecologist Dr Who as whenever he made her drop em and spread, the poor cunt got a glimpse of ancient history.

 

Mrs Grumps asked how it looked, the doctor said "Ok, ok, ok, ok..."  She had to ask why he said it four times, doc said he didn't. 

 

I'll grab my coat.

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