Youth of Today

#1
We've all been spotty and mouthy, but the baby monkeyshits on the streets today need a piece of educating. What would you teach them ? See this, you little cunt, this is the kind of shoesole that climbs mountains. Now go and tell your daddy to come dispute the dentists bill with me........
 
#2
I'm sure crying about it on the Internet will help restore your damaged mojo, they aren't all bad but I suspect you live in a shithole so the fault may lie with your inability to achieve anything more than being able to cover your Internet bill in a council house
 
#3
What's so good about climbing mountains, why is that the measure of a good man? What if his Daddy also had shoesoles that climbed a mountain or two...... would it be a big mountain climbing stand off?
 
#4
As a fatter of makt I'm not in the UK at the mo, and I think cuddly little young loveliness is endemic.
 
#7
Has there ever been no point in letting off a bit of spleen in the NAAFI Bar.......I hate public transport and the Outrage Bus has chewing gum on the floor, to say nothing of the sperm stains on the seats.
 
#15
I once did my bit for youth relations by having sex at every fucking available opportunity with a 17 year old bespectacled filthbag who worked in a lab testing agars. On a 'nature walk' once in picturesque Heptonstall we were stumbled upon by a dog walking spinster who walked off in disgust with the vision of me pulling my glans off furiously whilst snacking on Emmas musky treat behind a low dry stone wall, we finished that lovely morning by wanking each other mutually in front of the grave of Sylvia Plath.
 
#16
What's so good about climbing mountains?
Sustained exposure to decreased air pressure at altitude encourages permanant expansion in both the length and girth of your ladypleaser.
Spend sufficient time above 18000ft, and you'll develop a penis of eyewatering proportions........just like mine.

N.B This does not apply to aircrew.
 
#19
I once did my bit for youth relations by having sex at every fucking available opportunity with a 17 year old bespectacled filthbag who worked in a lab testing agars. On a 'nature walk' once in picturesque Heptonstall we were stumbled upon by a dog walking spinster who walked off in disgust with the vision of me pulling my glans off furiously whilst snacking on Emmas musky treat behind a low dry stone wall, we finished that lovely morning by wanking each other mutually in front of the grave of Sylvia Plath.
Bell end and bell jar eh?
 
#20
Similar knee-trembling experience in Pere la Chaise overlooking Jim Morrisons' (alleged) resting place - interupted by some soppy student bint banging on about hallowed ground and desecrating "Jeems" memory.

I would have thought he'd approve, if he were actually dead of course.
 

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