Cuntybaws

Welcome back, Frank!

Since my previous pictorial illustration of a childhood toy as an analogy for the legal incompetence of Judge Masipa has not stood the test of time, perhaps this one can stand in its stead?

I didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition!

Frank? Boat? Tug? Suddenly it's all becoming clear...

I heard some Irish cunt had tried to top herself and my hopes rose, but it turns out it was only Sinead O'Connor. Still, it's better than no Irish cunt trying to top themselves I suppose. Enya's vocal output ranges from "humming bird beating its wings by a kazoo" up to "walrus farting into a didgeridoo". On which note (no pun intended) I just did an image search for "didgeridoo porn" and turned up a surprising number of results. Who knew?

Rosebud.

At the risk of making inappropriate comparative assumptions, I'd wager the Memsahib's ladygarden is rather better tended and a fraction tighter than the stamped fruit bat that lurks between the Rubenesque Adele's thighs. (If she has ever posted to any "Viewer's Wives" type sites feel free to PM me the links to corroborate or disprove that theory.)

You almost had me there, you cunt, until that very last bit.

I've never so much as been on a motorbike. Something about all that leather makes me suspicious, Your spelling really is atrocious - "car" or "KARR" would be acceptable in the above sentence, but anything else is just smutty innuendo that will go right over everyone's head.

In my admittedly limited and dated experience, that Professor Plum was the cunt more often than not. On the rare occasions when Miss Scarlet used the rope, it just made me want that bad girl more.

Absolutely!

What is it, five weeks now?

I pray God it's your last!

It was one of Pen's. Your Majesty is like a stream of bat's piss...

Some wags from "Overweight Haters Ltd" are handing these cards out to chubsters on the London Underground. At least we now know what thecatwoman is up to in her spare time.

Ah, fuck, I have fallen over now.

Yes, I am now effectively tripedal. Like a Weeble, I couldn't fall over even if I wanted to,

"Call me Ishmael"

Logan's Run had the right idea with that whole "Carousel" concept. For some reason I am now fighting back a tremendous urge to post pictures of Jenny Agutter's genitalia. Must resist... must resist...!

Thanks Bill, glad you think it stands favourable comparison with my "Helen Keller" period.

"Motherfucking suck bag, you cock munching fucking fuck nugget!", to quote Debs. If they'd set "Dexter" in Wemyss instead of Miami it would have made the "Bay Harbour Butcher" moniker a bit too obvious.

I've warned you before about licking my missus out! You know fine fucking well that's £5 an hour.

"Wouldn't be much of an Oracle if I didn't."

Put those cunts who used to live at Dale Farm in there too, and then initiate a napalm-based home improvement program.

“Aaaaaaah Bless....", Tuesday, October 9, 2012, 7:39 pm - "If that's your number, you are one daft old prick. Let the games begin..." Anyone wants the actual number and address, deposit 0.25 Bitcoin in Bitstamp account MT1023912 with the instruction, "Yes, I want to send some oversize rubberwear to Judge on approval."