Tag Archive: humour

Fathers and sons… (explicit)

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Happy gay pornography day!

Fudging Women… (rude)

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Things you can shout instead of “Fu#@ you you filthy Fu@$ing Sl)t” in an argument with a loved one… I wanna go and live in a light house. I have had enough, I… Continue reading

Iron bar… (adult themes)

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Helping very small children inflict a decent amount of pain. Resolves most arguments. A temporary quick fix pain killer. Makes you appear ten times bigger and harder, And your money back (or else).… Continue reading

Birds…

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All I can really say about today. Is that I have been urinated on by a small group of pigeons whilst talking to our friendly neighbourhood homeless guy under a train bridge. Happy… Continue reading

Piss…

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Urinating in a public place in the day time is really really bad. However in the night time it is quite socially acceptable if done discreetly and slightly out the way. Although generally… Continue reading

Girls…

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I have reached to the conclusion that telling a potential female mate or sexual partner, In an area of public alcohol consumption or other places where one is supposed to meet females? That… Continue reading

ET…

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Here is an unclassified Extra Terrestrial I spotted in the small town of Barnstable, this being is thought to be very very dangerous, but only to squirrels and very small children. Beware!!!!!

Tip top ten… (explicit)

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I have been reading some books full of top tips. Which is part of England’s Viz magazine. You may have heard of it. Being on a long bus journey and cramming them into… Continue reading

Christmas reflection.

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Well the curse of low-priced jewelry, remberence of death, broken homes and broken hearts that is Christmas is not really touching the sides this year. I just cannot even be bothered to be… Continue reading

On Minimalism…

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There’s not a great deal to minimalism— Otherwise, what’d be the point? Minimalism is very much like dance— ballet to be exact— I am utterly baffled by it. It seems to demand a… Continue reading