- 02-01-2012, 20:05 #31Junior Member
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Her arse looks like a Marmite motorway.
- 02-01-2012, 20:18 #32
- 02-01-2012, 20:25 #33"It's NOT a fat ass. I suffer from Hippo-bottom-mass. You should feel sorry for me."
STM
- 02-01-2012, 20:37 #34
- 02-01-2012, 20:40 #35I am like a Bugatti Veyron. Good to look at, runs on refined spirit, purrs and rumbles at low levels, but you know I can go immensely insane when I want to and if handled incorrectly might just possibly kill you. What more could you ask for?
- 03-01-2012, 14:44 #36Junior Member
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OOOOOOOOOhhhhh I feel so at home already ! But i'm not worried I have seen harder nuts on a Christmas cake.
- 05-01-2012, 08:08 #37Junior Member
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So who's coming out to play then ?
- 20-01-2013, 15:41 #38Junior Member
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I saw some questions earlier in other threads about this place so I thought I would ask the sphincters. Is this domain so holy that only Mods may start new threads? or does this come with privilege?
Don't get me wrong I love the idea of a place where it's not swept under the carpet, but placed in a corner for the arrseholes to have a poke at.
- Yesterday, 17:58 #39
he Duke of Wellington was on a hill looking over the battlefield at Waterloo....
He looked through his telescope and could see Napoleon on the hill opposite, issuing orders and all of a sudden cannon roared into life and ball came sailing over the Duke's head.
The Duke immediately ordered his Galloper to his side, scribbled down a note and handed it to his aide, telling him "Deliver this on pain of death to His Majesty the King, in London, immediately". The Galloper replied dutifully, "Yes, my Lord" and jumped on his horse and rode off into the French countryside.
...
The young soldier rode all day only stopping occasionally to change horses, arriving some hours later at Calais. He took a boat to Dover, changed horses again and galloped off towards London.
It was 02:00 when the soldier reached Buckingham Palace. He banged on the gates shouting, "OPEN IN THE NAME OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON - I MUST SEE THE KING IMMEDIATELY ON PAIN OF DEATH". The Kings Courtiers hurriedly opened the gates and led the tired soldier to the King's bed chamber whereupon he banged on the door.
The King came to the door in his night clothes and holding a candle up to the soldier's dirty face, he demanded to know why he had been awakened at such an ungodly hour. "Sire", stammered the soldier, "a message from the Duke of Wellington. I have come direct from the field of battle, my Liege".
The king tore open the wax-sealed document. The message read: 'CONTACT....WAIT....OUT'.
- Yesterday, 18:03 #40
Buckingham Palace opened in 1837 when there was a young Queen on the throne.
It was like that when I got here.
If you can't take a joke, you shouldn't have joined.




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