The Fish

leaves me with no choice but to pull the official screts card on him... oooh that reminds me of Mornington Crescent..

should know I saw that at the fringe last year

made me proud by not remarking on the phrase "Chav love hoops...." tell me you're not picturing something upsetting right now! oh and is it just me or is the word Dicharge really upsetting whenever it follows a word... Vaginal Discharge Faecal Discharge.. even Tomato Discharge, you can't help but think of that slimey gooey crap in the middle of Tomatos

left me with little to work with is loved by the board like chavs love hoops...

No one wins the war- Reuben

should know I'm impressed with his stamina SG? no not a homosexual, not Bisexual, not Heterosexual, not even Trisexual this boy is Solosexual, he's a Pioneer, out there doing it by himself! on his own Terms, no rules.. breaking boundaries...

... is there a pervy smiley around?

The Hollow- A Perfect Circle

isn't aware that I'm aware wehat he's up to....

is wrong, in fact, the poster above is so very wrong, the whole wrongness of his wrongivity is wronger than the wrongest wronged wrong that had ever the misfortune to be wronged by wrong-monger. is so wrong he is almost turning full circle and being right... but not quite... and as such is just wrong.

has only got one ball, the other is in the albert hall tra la la

should realise and apologise for the woeful structure of that sentence. should give us all fondant fancies, or as I like to call them "Gay Cakes" cos they are... well.. of all the cakes they're the most gay.. so they#re Gay Cakes... Stop looking at me like that it's the truth. bstds

obviously never felt the flush of hot foetid breath from a dire wolf! philistine

made me chuckle again, be careful young grasshopper, the beast is asleep but with anymore chuckling and it'll awake and devour us all (this message was brought to you by the letter "Dear John" and the number "Pi"

has no idea how long that itch has caused migraines!

cannot, will not, shall not, ever smell the true nature of greatness unless I wander past with a skip in my step and a hat at a jaunty angle

won't ever keep me down... I will never go quietly into the night ye gads I feel positively Shakespearean

should come to the conclusion that I don't make with the knuckle love.. why would I waste it, when I could donate it and receive £15?

once tumbled through the ether on visiting Bed Bath and Beyond

ahhhh so if we're runnign a train on her ass? oh dear god no, I'm far too cultured for all that pulava

is an old bean and should recline in the old high-back, enjoy the whitterings of the major while waiting for Badger and Tipper return from the old White CLiffs after a spot of bother with the Hun. Bosh is up to his old tircks again.. If I were to able to chose my death I reckon it'd be impaling a messerschmidt ace into the WhiteCliffs with my Spitfire after realising I'm going to die anyway and my wingman has the WWII equivalent of the Red Baron on his tail... Screaming out "Tallyho, This one's for you Buadger" before leaving Jerry as nowt but a greasy smear upon Britains Green and pleasant land.

there are no pictures of me... I'm like a phantom.. I evapourate into the night like a curry fart... lingering long enough to be recognised but never enough to be enjoyed!

isn't as tiddly as I... and therefore should raise a loft a glass of chardonnay and smile as I regale y'all with stories of wars and women, lies and living.

ok, lock in with the local... when is it ok to mentuion that you would love to shag the landlords bird? cos I kept shtum, but a mate said, and I quote " Nee offence Dean, but your lass? She's fit as... and if she weren't.. you know... then it'd take a herd of crazy horses....and I'm not talking Bay City Rollers!" Now Dean laughed and smiled at Chris... but I wasn't sure that it was totally genuine... at what point of sobriety is ok to compliment friends on their chosend sexual parnters?

reaches the parts that others posters can't