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Guest JackoTC

I wouldn't recommend this to anyone. However, fireworks are a bit shite and noisy and I've never seen the appeal. So stick your fireworks up your arse anyway.

Also...feel free to stick any big item up your arse, as is your wont.

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I wouldn't recommend this to anyone. However, fireworks are a bit shite and noisy and I've never seen the appeal. So stick your fireworks up your arse anyway.

Also...feel free to stick any big item up your arse, as is your wont.

It's a bit flat this year, jackie. Last year we turned Gobbie into a human catherine wheel. I hooked her onto a feather-board fence and set light to her fanny. She was too fat to spin, but she loved the bangers up her bum.

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It's a bit flat this year, jackie. Last year we turned Gobbie into a human catherine wheel. I hooked her onto a feather-board fence and set light to her fanny. She was too fat to spin, but she loved the bangers up her bum.

Nothing like setting fire to someone's bush to help keep the traditional Gunpowder Plot celebrations from dying out.  

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Guest nobgobbler

When I was a kid the bloke next door only had one leg. He'd had it amputated after a bonfire night accident. Apparently a jumping jack fire cracker jumped up his trouser leg and blew his cock off. Frank, you are Mr Brown and I claim my £5.

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When I was a kid the bloke next door only had one leg. He'd had it amputated after a bonfire night accident. Apparently a jumping jack fire cracker jumped up his trouser leg and blew his cock off. Frank, you are Mr Brown and I claim my £5.

I'd give my right arm too if I could be out with you tonight... all cosy around the fire with sparklers, crisps and shit. 

We'd all pop back to yours for a late one, then quickly tuck lightweight hubby upstairs in bed. You get down and dirty on my hairy whilst I play Wichita Lineman on your plinka. We then tippy-toe upstairs with the guitar and you gently wake up hubby... whispering that you have a surprise for him. When he sits up, I do a 360 twirl and thrash the guitar around the back of his head.. thrice.

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I'd give my right arm too if I could be out with you tonight... all cosy around the fire with sparklers, crisps and shit. 

We'd all pop back to yours for a late one, then quickly tuck lightweight hubby upstairs in bed. You quickly get down and dirty on my hairy whilst I play Wichita Lineman on your plinka. We then tippy-toe upstairs with the guitar and you gently wake up hubby... whispering that you have a surprise for him. When he sits up, I do a 360 twirl and thrash the guitar around the back of his head.. thrice.

What the fuck is this self-absorbed bollocks you silly old cunt? Wash your mouth out with bleach and don't forget to swallow.

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Guest Gong Farmer

The Dutch have got this habit of taking fireworks apart to make bombs powerful enough to blow bus shelters. I remember some stupid cunt blowing himself up outside his house years ago. They were finding bits of him all over the place for weeks on end. You'd think that it was a stupid kids prank, but no, the cunt was a thirty nine year old dence shitferbrains that should have known better survived by a wife and two sons.

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I wouldn't recommend this to anyone. However, fireworks are a bit shite and noisy and I've never seen the appeal. So stick your fireworks up your arse anyway.

Also...feel free to stick any big item up your arse, as is your wont.

I would recommend it to Frank. It could be achieved rather easily, just hide a large banger in a latex anal fist and put a red bow and a card with his name on it. Sorted. 

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There's a shower of fucking pissed-up bastards setting off rockets on the spare ground in our estate right now, beside a huge bastarding bonfire. Thank fuck there's trees and shrubbery between us and them; they won't see where the lit, petrol-filled Buckfast bottles are coming from. Watching them screaming and desperately trying to kill the flames on their highly flammable track-suits will be as pleasurable as throwing Nicola Sturgeon into busy traffic. 

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 setting off rockets on the spare ground in our estate

Ah, Coitus, you've unwittingly pulled aside the veil of ignorance and showed us your true social standing. Estate ? I'm assuming its "Housing" and not "Sporting" ?    

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I'd give my right arm too if I could be out with you tonight... all cosy around the fire with sparklers, crisps and shit. 

We'd all pop back to yours for a late one, then quickly tuck lightweight hubby upstairs in bed. You get down and dirty on my hairy whilst I play Wichita Lineman on your plinka. We then tippy-toe upstairs with the guitar and you gently wake up hubby... whispering that you have a surprise for him. When he sits up, I do a 360 twirl and thrash the guitar around the back of his head.. thrice.

As if anybody, unless completely deaf could sleep through your plodding away your mating gig like an old, heaving sea lion on an gritty beach.

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I'd give my right arm too if I could be out with you tonight... all cosy around the fire with sparklers, crisps and shit. 

We'd all pop back to yours for a late one, then quickly tuck lightweight hubby upstairs in bed. You get down and dirty on my hairy whilst I play Wichita Lineman on your plinka. We then tippy-toe upstairs with the guitar and you gently wake up hubby... whispering that you have a surprise for him. When he sits up, I do a 360 twirl and thrash the guitar around the back of his head.. thrice.

Thanks for the offer but hubby is away until Christmas. As for the rest of it I'd rather stick fireworks up my arse.

 

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Thanks for the offer but hubby is away until Christmas. As for the rest of it I'd rather stick fireworks up my arse.

 

I'm rather certain he had planned to put his ladyfinger of love up your arse, but he probably couldn't get the fuse lit!

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I'd give my right arm too if I could be out with you tonight... all cosy around the fire with sparklers, crisps and shit. 

We'd all pop back to yours for a late one, then quickly tuck lightweight hubby upstairs in bed. You get down and dirty on my hairy whilst I play Wichita Lineman on your plinka. We then tippy-toe upstairs with the guitar and you gently wake up hubby... whispering that you have a surprise for him. When he sits up, I do a 360 twirl and thrash the guitar around the back of his head.. thrice.

To come up with stuff like this, you must have something very, very wrong with you. 

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