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7 hours ago, camberwell gypsy said:

I'm drinking White Russians and watching Series 7 of TrailerPark Boys. 

I was drinking cheap cognac and the last  dregs of pimm's, neat whilst watching the last three episodes of The Crown. 

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4 hours ago, Lady Penelope said:

It would be be even worse if you walked into a Barber shop and found out that there was a spelling error on the sign. You might be clever Ratty but that is trap that you would have walked right into.

my nearest barber's is a steaming cauldron of ribald faggotry, so yes I do walk right in. I don't know if it's tongue in cheek or not, but it's arranged in such a way that you have to use the rear entrance.

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8 minutes ago, ratcum said:

my nearest barber's is a steaming cauldron of ribald faggotry, so yes I do walk right in. I don't know if it's tongue in cheek or not, but it's arranged in such a way that you have to use the rear entrance.

I asked for a Barbour outfit one Xmas and these cunts rolled up. Hilarity ensued.

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15 hours ago, ratcum said:

I hate these cunts almost as much as morris dancers CB. They should have stoats hammered into both eye sockets

And why beholdest thou the stoat that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the bream that is in thine own eye? 

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  • 5 months later...

I noticed that Channel 4 are planning an "all-night feast of comedy and comment" for election night: Paxman (tolerable), Mitchell (acceptable) and Osman (humourless, dull, Easter-island-headed fucking specky wanker know-it-all cunt). Osman is an inappropriate choice of co-host for a multitude of reasons, besides the ones I've already cited. A complete fucking wanker.

Fuck off.

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3 minutes ago, Ape said:

I noticed that Channel 4 are planning an "all-night feast of comedy and comment" for election night: Paxman (tolerable), Mitchell (acceptable) and Osman (humourless, dull, Easter-island-headed fucking specky wanker know-it-all cunt). Osman is an inappropriate choice of co-host for a multitude of reasons, besides the ones I've already cited. A complete fucking wanker.

Fuck off.

I had to Google this cunt as I had literally no idea who he was. I'm glad I don't because he looks like a right fucking mong. Like the unwanted offspring of Herman Munster and Mr Spock. Obviously some science would have had to have been involved. Maybe some 'lectricity too, but whichever mad fucker did it would have been right proper pissed off when this cunt came to life. No returns though. No fucking returns.

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Guest Quincy Cockfingers
On 10/12/2016 at 10:07 PM, Cuntybaws said:

Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it. 

I spatchcocked a brace of tasty hens

And sautéed them with brie;

Nor, minging did I know til then

Until I threw up cheese.

 

 

‘Tis past, that melon and cauliflower cream

Nor will I shit out more

Than a second dump, for I still seem

To love cheese more and more.

 

 

Among thy titty mountains did I feel

The throbbing of my wire;

And she I caiptured did I wheel

A’top my Irish wire

 

 

By yawning vadge, my spunk congealed

On bowels where jizz displayed;

That japs eye doth a’sprayed

Japs eye doth a’sprayed!

 

 

She smelt a pong the unwashed baws 

Beside the minging cock

And AIDS whom there were none to catch

Due to a fuckin’ rubber glove 

 

 

A vindaloo by a peshwari naan

Afraid for my brown eye

Sore as fuck, when any cunt

Could shite nails in the pan

Shite nails in the pan

Shite nails in the paaaaaaan!

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22 hours ago, Quincy Cockfingers said:

I spatchcocked a brace of tasty hens

And sautéed them with brie;

Nor, minging did I know til then

Until I threw up cheese.

 

 

‘Tis past, that melon and cauliflower cream

Nor will I shit out more

Than a second dump, for I still seem

To love cheese more and more.

 

 

Among thy titty mountains did I feel

The throbbing of my wire;

And she I caiptured did I wheel

A’top my Irish wire

 

 

By yawning vadge, my spunk congealed

On bowels where jizz displayed;

That japs eye doth a’sprayed

Japs eye doth a’sprayed!

 

 

She smelt a pong the unwashed baws 

Beside the minging cock

And AIDS whom there were none to catch

Due to a fuckin’ rubber glove 

 

 

A vindaloo by a peshwari naan

Afraid for my brown eye

Sore as fuck, when any cunt

Could shite nails in the pan

Shite nails in the pan

Shite nails in the paaaaaaan!

Fuck!

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