Teenage Tourettes Camp

I'm in trouble about this one. I'v just suggested to the mrs that this program should be hugely enjoyable, as the tourettes victims are being encouraged to swear and be their compulsive selves. I was planning on watching it purely for the entertainment value, but the wife has just hit me around the head with a torygraph and called me a heartless cnut.

That said, i'm sure it'll be a laugh - what more can you want :D

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eddie937 said:
is it today?
no it's fùcking tuesday, cùnt wânk arsebollocks :D
Just seen it this evening and couldn't stop CNUT laughing the whole way thourgh-funny as fcuk!
i watched it with the rest of the family present. Amazing. The bet TV comedy since Monty Python.

I would love to get it on DVD.
I thought it was a well-timed and appropriate programme that C UNTY ARRSE BOLLOX dismissed some of the misconceptions of quite a TWA T TW AT ARRROOOOOOOOW debiltating condition.
Ahhh. Am stuck on t'other side of the pond where the PC police would never allow such hilarity. All I have to go on is fond memories of the original screening over Christmas.

After two months of deep thought and analysis, I have reached the inevitable conclusion that there is nothing wrong with that evil Brummie bint that couldn't be cured by a good back-scuttling.
crabtastic said:
After two months of deep thought and analysis, I have reached the inevitable conclusion that there is nothing wrong with that evil Brummie bint that couldn't be cured by a good back-scuttling.
CT, I thought your heart belonged to the bouncy Scottish girl with the gigantic, unfettered cans.
My favourite joke this year.

An out of work pianist with Tourettes Syndrome is strolling around
the streets and bars of Soho one unemployed afternoon.

Walking down Dean Street he sees a lounge bar with a sign in the
window 'Pianist wanted for evening performances'.

'F*cking get in there you c*nt!' he says to himself and goes to
the bar. 'Get the f*cking manager of this pigshit middle class
w*nkhole please... you c*nt', he says to a somewhat startled barman. The
barman however obliges and his manager comes upstairs. 'Can I help you
sir?' he says 'Yes you can you fat piece of sh*t, I saw your poxy advert
in the c*ntting window and I'm here to audition.....w*nker.' The manager
is naturally put off by the man's abrasive manner but his dire need for
a top class pianist forces him to agree to an audition. The first tune
he Pianist plays is an uplifting jazzy number, not too involving, yet
utterly melodic. At the end the thrilled barman cries, 'Wonderful,
wonderful. What was that called?' 'That song was called "Excuse me prime
minister but I just ****ted your daughter, and now the bitch is

'Oh' says the manager 'err, can you play me another. Something a little
less "lively". 'W*nker..' interjects the pianist before launching into a
powerful ballad which leaves the manager in tears. The manager through
his salty teardrops asks him the title.

'That little number was called "Sometimes when you do a bird up the ****
you get sh*t on your bell-end.' I see' says the manager, 'Have you got
any songs with less offensive titles?' 'Well there's my jazz number "Do
you want me to split your ringhole", or there's the epic "I don't care
if you're older my dear, you've still got nice jugs". 'Look' says the
manager interrupting, I think you're a superb pianist but the title of
your songs are a little "racy". I will hire you on the condition that
you do not introduce your songs or speak to the audience.' 'F*ck it'
says the pianist 'Why not'. On his first night everything is going
superbly the crowd are lapping up his repertoire and his silence is
being received as modesty.

The only thing putting off the pianist is that in the front row there is
a gorgeous blonde in a black evening dress with a split up the side
revealing the tops of her stockings, and a plunging neckline which
boasts a proud and inviting cleavage.

During the interval the pianist has got such an impressive 'swelling'
that he decides to go to the bog and pollish one off, to 'relax
himself'. Just as he has 'relinquished' he hears himself being
re-introduced over the P.A, so he rushes back to the stage and finishes
his act. After the show he is at the bar relaxing when the blonde
approaches him. 'Hi' she says. 'Hello' he winces, struggling to hold in
the expletives. She leans over and whispers in his ear, 'Do you know your
penis is hanging out of your trousers, and sp*nk is dribbling onto
your shoes?'

'Know it?' says the pianist putting his beer on the bar confidently,

I f*cking wrote it!!!'

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