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Sheri · July 2007

Don't you fucking tell me to shush you gigantic leaky cunt

The Far Side · July 2007

The Mighty Boosh is an excellent show

Abracadaniel · July 2007

eat a dick

Spoiler:

CG Faggotry · July 2007

The Far Side wrote: »

The Mighty Boosh is an excellent show

It is okay.

Sheri · July 2007

Dumb Hero wrote: »

eat a dick

Spoiler:

awm nawm nawm

I will hire Teefs to do so in my stead

Stale · July 2007

I wouldn't even hesitate at the chance to sex up some Hugh Laurie.

wouldn't even have to think about it.

Abracadaniel · July 2007

WILL WORK FOR A VAG

The Far Side · July 2007

CasinoGhost wrote: »

The Far Side wrote: »

The Mighty Boosh is an excellent show

It is okay.

The old Gregg Episode

come on man

Stale · July 2007

Ohh God....

Alton Brown and Hugh Laurie three-some..... this is what dreams are made of.

Sheri · July 2007

Man, I love Alton and all

But I just do not find him sexy like that.

Stale · July 2007

Sheri wrote: »

Man, I love Alton and all

But I just do not find him sexy like that.

his wit is what I find attractive. His physical appearence is far from shabby, so combine the two and he becomes hot.

Sheri · July 2007

Needs more hair

Or a damn comb

Stale · July 2007

Sheri wrote: »

Needs more hair

Or a damn comb

who needs hair?

besides I actually dig his style.

Jaunty · July 2007

Jeeves & Wooster was the greatest Brit show I have ever seen.

For the record, I've only seen that and Keeping Up Appearances.

Sheri · July 2007

You're wacky, Stale.

Stale · July 2007

if finding Alton Brown hot is wacky, then I am the wackiest.

Sheri · July 2007

It was a more general statement.

Stale · July 2007

ohh

I see

TankHammer · July 2007

I've thought about what would happen if I became disabled in some way. If I were blind I'd try my best to become Zatoichi or DareDevil with super-sensory perception and a weapon in my cane.

If I were stuck in a wheel chair I would pimp that monster out so nasty it would make your head spin. I'm talking integrated speakers and laptop. I'd custom paint it and everything.

If I lost a limb you know I'd fucking build a new one with hidden compartments and functions (including vibrating fingers if I lost a hand to surprise the ladies).

We live in the modern world. There are so many more awesome things you can do other than mope. Stale has always seemed to have a great attitude and outlook on things and I'm proud of him.

P.S. You really need to grow out the Jamie 'stache.

Dead Legend · July 2007

Man if I lost my other eye I'd go fuckin' crazy.

bongi · July 2007

Sheri wrote: »

Do you guys even get House?

yes, it's just that we also got the other programmes with hugh laurie in

Abracadaniel · July 2007

he plays the piano rather well

bongi · July 2007

in my heart he will always be the weaker half of fry and laurie

Seriously · July 2007

Yeah, before Hugh Laurie was a sex symbol he was like...

Not.

Sheri · July 2007

Yeah, okay, we get it.

bongi · July 2007

he is pretty wonderful in house though

The Far Side · July 2007

he still is pretty sexy :<

Druhim · July 2007

Look, some people just mature into sexyness.

Harrier · July 2007

Dead Legend wrote: »

Man if I lost my other eye I'd go fuckin' crazy.

I hope that scratch hasn't robbed you of your bravery.

Tube · July 2007

I thought you were talking about yourself then

I was all "dru you were only maturing for your first 80 years, now you're decomposing."

Rolo · July 2007

Yes I quite agree with you, I mean what's the point of being treated like a sheep, I mean I'm fed up going abroad and being treated like a sheep, what's the point of being carted around in busses, surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Boventry in their cloth caps and their cardigans and their transistor radios and their 'Sunday Mirrors', complaining about the tea, 'Oh they don't make it properly here do they not like at home' stopping at Majorcan bodegas, selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamares and two veg and sitting in cotton sun frocks squirting Timothy White's suncream all over their puffy raw swollen purulent flesh cos they 'overdid it on the first day and being herded into endless Hotel Miramars and Bellevueses and Bontinentals with their international luxury modern roomettes and their Watney's Red Barrel and their swimming pools full of fat German businessmen pretending to be acrobats and forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging in to the queues and if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss your bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, the first item on the menu of International Cuisine, and every Thursday night there's bloody cabaret in the bar featuring some tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some big fat bloated tart with her hair Brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners. And then some adenoidal typists from Birmingham with diarrhoea and flabby white legs and hairy bandy-legged wop waiters called Manuel, and then, once a week there's an excursion to the local Roman ruins where you can buy cherryade and melted ice cream and bleedin' Watney's Red Barrel, and then one night they take you to a local restaurant with local color and coloring and they show you there and you sit next to a party of people from Rhylwho keeps singing 'Torremolinos, Torremolinos', and complaining about the food, 'Oh! It's so greasy isn't it?' and then you get cornered by some drunken greengrocer from Luton with an Instamatic and Dr Scholl sandals and Tuesday's 'Daily Express' and he drones on and on about how Mr Smith should be runningthis country and how many languages Enoch Powell can speak and then he throws up all over the Cuban Libres. And sending tinted postcards of places they don't know they haven't even visited, 'to all at number 22, weather wonderful our room is marked with an "X". Wish you were here. Food very greasy but we have managed to find this marvellous little place hidden away in the back streets. Where you can even get Watney's Red Barrel and cheese and onion crisps and the accordionist plays "Maybe its because I'm a Londoner"' and spending four days on the tarmac at Lutton airport on a five-day package tour with nothing to eat but dried Watney's sandwiches and there's nowhere to sleep and the kids are vomiting and throwing up on the plastic flowers and they keep telling you it'll only be another hour although your plane is still in Iceland waiting to take some Swedes to Yugoslavia before it can pick you up on the tarmac at 3 a.m. in the bloody morning and you sit on the tarmac until six because of 'unforeseen difficulties', i.e. the permanent strike of the Air Traffic Control in Paris, and nobody can go to the lavatory until you take off at eight, and when you get to Malaga airport everybody's swallowing Enterovioform tablets and queuing for the toilets and when you finally get to the hotel there's no water in the taps, there's no water in the pool, there's no water in the bog and there's only a bleeding lizard in the bidet, and half the rooms are double-booked and you can't sleep anyway.

Harrier · July 2007

rolo what the fuck

chasm · July 2007

Druhim wrote: »

Look, some people just mature into sexyness.

Like Patrick Dempsey.

Wait.D:

PotU · July 2007

Have you ever heard of paragraphs?

chasm · July 2007

Rolo wrote: »

*snip*

Awesome.

Zoltanis · July 2007

bongi wrote: »

Sheri wrote: »

Do you guys even get House?

yes, it's just that we also got the other programmes with hugh laurie in

Holy christ in a crab basket, that was him in Black Adder? Now I have to go find that show/s again. Rowan Atkinson makes giggle like a school girl in sarcastic delight. That and I want Baldrick to adopt me. We would be so happy together.

Druhim · July 2007

Rolo wrote: »

Yes I quite agree with you, I mean what's the point of being treated like a sheep, I mean I'm fed up going abroad and being treated like a sheep, what's the point of being carted around in busses, surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Boventry in their cloth caps and their cardigans and their transistor radios and their 'Sunday Mirrors', complaining about the tea, 'Oh they don't make it properly here do they not like at home' stopping at Majorcan bodegas, selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamares and two veg and sitting in cotton sun frocks squirting Timothy White's suncream all over their puffy raw swollen purulent flesh cos they 'overdid it on the first day and being herded into endless Hotel Miramars and Bellevueses and Bontinentals with their international luxury modern roomettes and their Watney's Red Barrel and their swimming pools full of fat German businessmen pretending to be acrobats and forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging in to the queues and if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss your bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, the first item on the menu of International Cuisine, and every Thursday night there's bloody cabaret in the bar featuring some tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some big fat bloated tart with her hair Brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners. And then some adenoidal typists from Birmingham with diarrhoea and flabby white legs and hairy bandy-legged wop waiters called Manuel, and then, once a week there's an excursion to the local Roman ruins where you can buy cherryade and melted ice cream and bleedin' Watney's Red Barrel, and then one night they take you to a local restaurant with local color and coloring and they show you there and you sit next to a party of people from Rhylwho keeps singing 'Torremolinos, Torremolinos', and complaining about the food, 'Oh! It's so greasy isn't it?' and then you get cornered by some drunken greengrocer from Luton with an Instamatic and Dr Scholl sandals and Tuesday's 'Daily Express' and he drones on and on about how Mr Smith should be runningthis country and how many languages Enoch Powell can speak and then he throws up all over the Cuban Libres. And sending tinted postcards of places they don't know they haven't even visited, 'to all at number 22, weather wonderful our room is marked with an "X". Wish you were here. Food very greasy but we have managed to find this marvellous little place hidden away in the back streets. Where you can even get Watney's Red Barrel and cheese and onion crisps and the accordionist plays "Maybe its because I'm a Londoner"' and spending four days on the tarmac at Lutton airport on a five-day package tour with nothing to eat but dried Watney's sandwiches and there's nowhere to sleep and the kids are vomiting and throwing up on the plastic flowers and they keep telling you it'll only be another hour although your plane is still in Iceland waiting to take some Swedes to Yugoslavia before it can pick you up on the tarmac at 3 a.m. in the bloody morning and you sit on the tarmac until six because of 'unforeseen difficulties', i.e. the permanent strike of the Air Traffic Control in Paris, and nobody can go to the lavatory until you take off at eight, and when you get to Malaga airport everybody's swallowing Enterovioform tablets and queuing for the toilets and when you finally get to the hotel there's no water in the taps, there's no water in the pool, there's no water in the bog and there's only a bleeding lizard in the bidet, and half the rooms are double-booked and you can't sleep anyway.

<3

KING LITERATE · July 2007

Rolo wrote: »

Yes I quite agree with you, I mean what's the point of being treated like a sheep, I mean I'm fed up going abroad and being treated like a sheep, what's the point of being carted around in busses, surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Boventry in their cloth caps and their cardigans and their transistor radios and their 'Sunday Mirrors', complaining about the tea, 'Oh they don't make it properly here do they not like at home' stopping at Majorcan bodegas, selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamares and two veg and sitting in cotton sun frocks squirting Timothy White's suncream all over their puffy raw swollen purulent flesh cos they 'overdid it on the first day and being herded into endless Hotel Miramars and Bellevueses and Bontinentals with their international luxury modern roomettes and their Watney's Red Barrel and their swimming pools full of fat German businessmen pretending to be acrobats and forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging in to the queues and if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss your bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup...

What the fuck Rolo.. Put some paragraphs up in there. Seriously.

Abracadaniel · July 2007

because quoting it really improves it.

FreddyD · October 2007

Uriel wrote: »

So guys, I am going to get a gym membership this month. Fat Uriel will be gone in a few months time.

Then I will be rolling in the pussy.

Zoolander wrote: »

if by pussy you mean your own loose skin

Necroburn.

Oh the irony.

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