You wanted it !! You got it! Now who is talking Sh#T

It's K-K-K-Ken c-c-c-coming to k-k-k-kill me.

 

Ya that's a good part of it, but it's equally entertaining when it just spins off into a totally unrelated direction that the original posting dumbass has to plow through if he's going to find any actual replies.

 

Relax. I heard moaning; I was worried.

 

...I see. Well, of course, this is just the sort of blinkered philistine pig-ignorance I've come to expect from you non-creative garbage. You sit there on your loathsome spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a tinker's cuss for the struggling artist. You excrement, you whining hypocritical toadies with your colour TV sets and your Tony Jacklin golf clubs and your bleeding masonic secret handshakes. You wouldn't let me join, would you, you blackballing bastards. Well I wouldn't become a Freemason now if you went down on your lousy stinking knees and begged me.

 

"well, I'll have a slice without so much rat in it"


Ken

 

Don't call me stupid...

 

You're a very attractive man, Ken. You're... smart, you've got wonderful bones, great eyes, and you dress really interestingly.

 

...Asshooooooooooooooooole...

 

How could a bright and smart girl like you have a brother who is so...

 

Why is it the world never remembered the name of Johann Gambolputty de von Ausfern -schplenden -schlitter -crasscrenbon -fried -digger -dangle -dungle -burstein -von -knacker -thrasher -apple -banger -horowitz -ticoleensic -grander -knotty -spelltinkle -grandlich -grumblemeyer -spelterwasser -kürstlich -himbleeisen -bahnwagen -ggutenabend -bitte -eine -nürnburger -bratwustle -gerspurten -mit -zweimache -luber -hundsfut -gumberaber -shönenddanker -kalbsfleisch -mittler -raucher von Hautkopft of Ulm.

 

Piss off limey f@#$ or I'll kill you too...

 

Why-why, what's the point of going abroad, if your just going to be treated like a sheep? Cartered around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oaves from Vetchy and Boventry. They've blothed backs and their bardigans and their chances to radios, complaining about the tea or they don't make it properly, do they? And stopping at endless Majorcan bodegas selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamares and toothache. And sitting in their cotton sunfrost, squirting Timothy White Suncream all over their puffy, raw, swollen, parollen flesh, 'cos they overdid it on the first day.

 

Charles,
Some Monty Python for you.

Horace

Much to his Mum and Dad's dismay
Horace ate himself one day.
He didn't stop to say his grace,
He just sat down and ate his face.
"We can't have this his Dad declared,
"If that lad's ate, he should be shared."
But even as he spoke they saw
Horace eating more and more:
First his legs and then his thighs,
His arms, his nose, his hair, his eyes...
"Stop him someone!" Mother cried
"Those eyeballs would be better fried!"
But all too late, for they were gone,
And he had started on his dong...
"Oh! foolish child!" the father mourns
"You could have deep-fried that with prawns,
Some parsley and some tartar sauce..."
But H. was on his second course:
His liver and his lights and lung,
His ears, his neck, his chin, his tongue;
"To think I raised him from the cot
And now he's going to scoff the lot!"
His Mother cried: "What shall we do?
What's left won't even make a stew..."
And as she wept, her son was seen
To eat his head, his heart, his spleen.
And there he lay: a boy no more,
Just a stomach, on the floor...
None the less, since it was his
They ate it – that's what haggis is.

 

lol

I metioned it once, I think I got away with it though.

 

If Horace didn't stop eating himself could he has eaten his mouth?

 

...and now for something completely different!




...a word from amafan.

 

let me see if i can threadjack the threadjack the threadjack........

 

Yes, she's got a plate o pie...

 

Might want to rethink that one.

 

Nope, it's definitely pie.