Eric Cuntman Posted February 26, 2017 Report Share Posted February 26, 2017 23 minutes ago, ratcum said: They'll probably lose their proposed advertising deal with Nesquik now Authoritah, you interfering ninny!! You're like that Stacey Dooley, except I don't want to poke you with my little rat pecker They could always go back to advertising tea bags, PG tits or Brooke Bond double D cups. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest 'eavensabove Posted February 26, 2017 Report Share Posted February 26, 2017 3 minutes ago, Eric Cuntman said: They could always go back to advertising tea bags, PG tits or Brooke Bond double D cups. Chinese Dianthong makes for a quenching brew, as does Flapsong Douche. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest DingTheRioja Posted February 26, 2017 Report Share Posted February 26, 2017 20 minutes ago, 'eavensabove said: Chinese Dianthong makes for a quenching brew, as does Flapsong Douche. I thought it was Flapsong Sousthong, withers? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest 'eavensabove Posted February 26, 2017 Report Share Posted February 26, 2017 20 minutes ago, DingTheRioja said: I thought it was Flapsong Sousthong, withers? No. What I wrote was:Chinese Dianthong makes for a quenching brew, as does Flapsong Douche. Sousthong would have an apostrophe, as in Sou'sthong. Or Souxthong for example, plus, a Douche is more quenching. (where's Baws when he's needed) Got it Marge? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eric Cuntman Posted February 26, 2017 Report Share Posted February 26, 2017 1 hour ago, DingTheRioja said: I thought it was Flapsong Sousthong, withers? Punkies favourite tea is Earl Gay. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest 'eavensabove Posted February 26, 2017 Report Share Posted February 26, 2017 5 minutes ago, Eric Cuntman said: Punkies favourite tea is Earl Gay. He was back online less than an hour ago. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eric Cuntman Posted February 26, 2017 Report Share Posted February 26, 2017 3 minutes ago, 'eavensabove said: He was back online less than an hour ago. You can't keep a good man down, unless you tie them up like Punkers does. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nocti Posted February 27, 2017 Report Share Posted February 27, 2017 On 2/25/2017 at 11:34 PM, Tata Steely Dan said: The pointless Snatch reference means nothing to me, Ooooh Vienna. I've got you down as a fat cunt, Dan. Half way through an argument, and all you can think about is ice cream. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest 'eavensabove Posted February 27, 2017 Report Share Posted February 27, 2017 21 hours ago, Eric Cuntman said: You can't keep a good man down, unless you tie them up like Punkers does. Yes, I imagine he is a bit tied up at the moment. It beats me, as to why he's into male flagellation too. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Quincy Cockfingers Posted February 27, 2017 Report Share Posted February 27, 2017 On 25 February 2017 at 1:45 AM, Admin said: I crawled back to my hovel this evening after a hard days labour at the sweat shop, log in here and I almost threw the lap top out of the fucking window. The content I have read posted here and the reaction of too many (to someone who is seeking attention) is fucking awful. I have removed the BA cabin crew thread and the cunting through lyric thread. This site is for nominating cunts we don't like and debates/discussions about cunts we don't like. Humorous or serious I don't mind either. It's not hard to understand. There are some intelligent and very funny contributors on this site. Looking in from the outside tonight, one wouldn't have thought this. If I have to read another lyric/rhyme/poem about homosexual proclivities I think I will need to take the entire contents of my dosette box, slash my wrists, call 999 and return to the place I just left under section 136 of the mental health act. You cheeky fucking slag. I consider myself owed for the loss of my albeit deceptively named intellectual property. You could simply have deleted everything that Evan cunt has ever written, instantly bringing the Song thread into the respectable. Evan, you're fucking brown bread. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Quincy Cockfingers Posted February 27, 2017 Report Share Posted February 27, 2017 On 25 February 2017 at 1:45 AM, Admin said: I crawled back to my hovel this evening after a hard days labour at the sweat shop, log in here and I almost threw the lap top out of the fucking window. The content I have read posted here and the reaction of too many (to someone who is seeking attention) is fucking awful. I have removed the BA cabin crew thread and the cunting through lyric thread. This site is for nominating cunts we don't like and debates/discussions about cunts we don't like. Humorous or serious I don't mind either. It's not hard to understand. There are some intelligent and very funny contributors on this site. Looking in from the outside tonight, one wouldn't have thought this. If I have to read another lyric/rhyme/poem about homosexual proclivities I think I will need to take the entire contents of my dosette box, slash my wrists, call 999 and return to the place I just left under section 136 of the mental health act. It is time to allow Frank and Bill back in, things are dire. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest 'eavensabove Posted February 27, 2017 Report Share Posted February 27, 2017 53 minutes ago, Quincy Cockfingers said: You cheeky fucking slag. I consider myself owed for the loss of my albeit deceptively named intellectual property. You could simply have deleted everything that Evan cunt has ever written, instantly bringing the Song thread into the respectable. Evan, you're fucking brown bread. Listen-up Queernce,. You're a White Bloomer. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Alfie Noakes Posted February 27, 2017 Report Share Posted February 27, 2017 54 minutes ago, Quincy Cockfingers said: It is time to allow Frank and Bill back in, things are dire. It's all fucking bollocks anyway. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest 'eavensabove Posted February 27, 2017 Report Share Posted February 27, 2017 53 minutes ago, Quincy Cockfingers said: It is time to allow Frank and Bill back in, things are dire. It's comments like Yours that make you the cunt that you are... Allow Frank back. My arse. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Neil Posted February 27, 2017 Report Share Posted February 27, 2017 1 hour ago, Quincy Cockfingers said: It is time to allow Frank and Bill back in, things are dire. There's not enough gigabytes on the Interweb that could handle their inflated egos if this were to happen,can you imagine the fucking gloating?...fuck that Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decimus Posted February 27, 2017 Report Share Posted February 27, 2017 1 hour ago, Quincy Cockfingers said: You cheeky fucking slag. I consider myself owed for the loss of my albeit deceptively named intellectual property. You could simply have deleted everything that Evan cunt has ever written, instantly bringing the Song thread into the respectable. Evan, you're fucking brown brown bread It was me and my Quincy With his dungarees and Rollerblades Smoking filter tips reclining in the passenger seat of my supercharged jet black Chevrolet He had the soft top down He liked the wind in his face He said "Son, you ever been to Vegas??" I said "No" he said "that's where we're gonna go, you need a change of pace" And when we hit the strip, with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs he said "I left my wallet in El Segundo" and proceeded to take two grand of mine. We made tracks to the Mandalay Bay hotel Asked the bell boy if he'd take me and my Quincy as well. He looked in the passenger seat of my car, and with a smile he said "If your Quincy's got that kind of money sir, and we've got a Quincy bed" Me and Quincy With a dream and a gun Hoping my Quincy don't point that gun at anyone Me and Quincy Like Butch and the Sundance Kid Trying to understand Why he did what he did Why he did what he did And at the elevator, I hit the 33rd floor. He had a room up top with a panoramic view, it's like nothing you've ever seen before. He went to sleep in the bidet, and when he awoke, he ran his little Quincy fingers through the yellow pages called up escort services and ordered some oki doke. Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door In walked this big, bad-ass baboon into my bedroom with 3 monkey whores "Hi, my name is Sunshine. These are my girls. Lace my palm with silver baby oh yeah and they'll rock your world" So I watched pay per view and polished my shoes and my gun Was sticking on Kurt Cobain sing about lithium There came a knock at the door and in walked Sunshine "What's up?" "You better get your ass in here boy your Quincy is having too much of a good time" Me and my Quincy Drove in search of the sun Me and my Quincy don't point that gun at anyone Me and my Quincy Like Billy the Kid Trying to understand Why he did what he did Why he did what he did Got tickets to see Sheena Easton The Quincy was high Said it was a burning ambition to see her before he died We left before encores He couldn't sit still Sheena was a blast baby But my Quincy was ill When I played black jack Kept hittin 23 couldn't help but notice this Mexican just staring at me Or was it my Quincy? I couldn't be sure It's not like you've never seen a Quincy in rollerblades and dungarees before Now don't test my patience cause we're not about to run that's a bad-ass Quincy boy and he's packing a gun "My name is Rodriguez" he says with death in his eye "I've been chasing you for a long time amigos And now your Quincy's gonna die" Me and my Quincy Drove in search of the sun Me and my Quincy We don't want to kill no Mexican But we got ten itchy fingers One thing to declare When the Quincy is high You do not stare You do not stare You do not stare Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican stand off here boy And I ain't about to run Put your gun down boy How did I get mixed up with this fucking Quincy anyhow. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest 'eavensabove Posted February 27, 2017 Report Share Posted February 27, 2017 17 minutes ago, Decimus said: It was me and my Quincy With his dungarees and Rollerblades Smoking filter tips reclining in the passenger seat of my supercharged jet black Chevrolet He had the soft top down He liked the wind in his face He said "Son, you ever been to Vegas??" I said "No" he said "that's where we're gonna go, you need a change of pace" And when we hit the strip, with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs he said "I left my wallet in El Segundo" and proceeded to take two grand of mine. We made tracks to the Mandalay Bay hotel Asked the bell boy if he'd take me and my Quincy as well. He looked in the passenger seat of my car, and with a smile he said "If your Quincy's got that kind of money sir, and we've got a Quincy bed" Me and Quincy With a dream and a gun Hoping my Quincy don't point that gun at anyone Me and Quincy Like Butch and the Sundance Kid Trying to understand Why he did what he did Why he did what he did And at the elevator, I hit the 33rd floor. He had a room up top with a panoramic view, it's like nothing you've ever seen before. He went to sleep in the bidet, and when he awoke, he ran his little Quincy fingers through the yellow pages called up escort services and ordered some oki doke. Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door In walked this big, bad-ass baboon into my bedroom with 3 monkey whores "Hi, my name is Sunshine. These are my girls. Lace my palm with silver baby oh yeah and they'll rock your world" So I watched pay per view and polished my shoes and my gun Was sticking on Kurt Cobain sing about lithium There came a knock at the door and in walked Sunshine "What's up?" "You better get your ass in here boy your Quincy is having too much of a good time" Me and my Quincy Drove in search of the sun Me and my Quincy don't point that gun at anyone Me and my Quincy Like Billy the Kid Trying to understand Why he did what he did Why he did what he did Got tickets to see Sheena Easton The Quincy was high Said it was a burning ambition to see her before he died We left before encores He couldn't sit still Sheena was a blast baby But my Quincy was ill When I played black jack Kept hittin 23 couldn't help but notice this Mexican just staring at me Or was it my Quincy? I couldn't be sure It's not like you've never seen a Quincy in rollerblades and dungarees before Now don't test my patience cause we're not about to run that's a bad-ass Quincy boy and he's packing a gun "My name is Rodriguez" he says with death in his eye "I've been chasing you for a long time amigos And now your Quincy's gonna die" Me and my Quincy Drove in search of the sun Me and my Quincy We don't want to kill no Mexican But we got ten itchy fingers One thing to declare When the Quincy is high You do not stare You do not stare You do not stare Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican stand off here boy And I ain't about to run Put your gun down boy How did I get mixed up with this fucking Quincy anyhow. Now, THIS is more like it!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Snatch Posted February 27, 2017 Report Share Posted February 27, 2017 53 minutes ago, 'eavensabove said: Allow Frank back. My arse. Sounds about right for you. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stubby Pecker Posted February 27, 2017 Report Share Posted February 27, 2017 3 hours ago, Decimus said: It was me and my Quincy With his dungarees and Rollerblades Smoking filter tips reclining in the passenger seat of my supercharged jet black Chevrolet He had the soft top down He liked the wind in his face He said "Son, you ever been to Vegas??" I said "No" he said "that's where we're gonna go, you need a change of pace" And when we hit the strip, with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs he said "I left my wallet in El Segundo" and proceeded to take two grand of mine. We made tracks to the Mandalay Bay hotel Asked the bell boy if he'd take me and my Quincy as well. He looked in the passenger seat of my car, and with a smile he said "If your Quincy's got that kind of money sir, and we've got a Quincy bed" Me and Quincy With a dream and a gun Hoping my Quincy don't point that gun at anyone Me and Quincy Like Butch and the Sundance Kid Trying to understand Why he did what he did Why he did what he did And at the elevator, I hit the 33rd floor. He had a room up top with a panoramic view, it's like nothing you've ever seen before. He went to sleep in the bidet, and when he awoke, he ran his little Quincy fingers through the yellow pages called up escort services and ordered some oki doke. Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door In walked this big, bad-ass baboon into my bedroom with 3 monkey whores "Hi, my name is Sunshine. These are my girls. Lace my palm with silver baby oh yeah and they'll rock your world" So I watched pay per view and polished my shoes and my gun Was sticking on Kurt Cobain sing about lithium There came a knock at the door and in walked Sunshine "What's up?" "You better get your ass in here boy your Quincy is having too much of a good time" Me and my Quincy Drove in search of the sun Me and my Quincy don't point that gun at anyone Me and my Quincy Like Billy the Kid Trying to understand Why he did what he did Why he did what he did Got tickets to see Sheena Easton The Quincy was high Said it was a burning ambition to see her before he died We left before encores He couldn't sit still Sheena was a blast baby But my Quincy was ill When I played black jack Kept hittin 23 couldn't help but notice this Mexican just staring at me Or was it my Quincy? I couldn't be sure It's not like you've never seen a Quincy in rollerblades and dungarees before Now don't test my patience cause we're not about to run that's a bad-ass Quincy boy and he's packing a gun "My name is Rodriguez" he says with death in his eye "I've been chasing you for a long time amigos And now your Quincy's gonna die" Me and my Quincy Drove in search of the sun Me and my Quincy We don't want to kill no Mexican But we got ten itchy fingers One thing to declare When the Quincy is high You do not stare You do not stare You do not stare Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican stand off here boy And I ain't about to run Put your gun down boy How did I get mixed up with this fucking Quincy anyhow. This is quite possibly the gayest thing of all time. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest 'eavensabove Posted February 27, 2017 Report Share Posted February 27, 2017 5 minutes ago, Stubby Pecker said: This is quite possibly the gayest thing all time. Sorry, you've been misled... PUNKAPE, is the gayest thing of all time. It was almost neck-and-neck, but Queerncy came in at a very close second. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nocti Posted February 27, 2017 Report Share Posted February 27, 2017 4 hours ago, 'eavensabove said: Allow Frank back. My arse. I actually agree with him. The last thing I genuinely laughed at on here was a fucking Frank post, and that kills me to admit. Even he is leagues above this sad, genuinely cringe-inducing circlejerking fucking toss. It's like if the characters from cocoon had their own safe space. Get a fucking grip. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Quincy Cockfingers Posted February 27, 2017 Report Share Posted February 27, 2017 4 hours ago, Decimus said: It was me and my Quincy With his dungarees and Rollerblades Smoking filter tips reclining in the passenger seat of my supercharged jet black Chevrolet He had the soft top down He liked the wind in his face He said "Son, you ever been to Vegas??" I said "No" he said "that's where we're gonna go, you need a change of pace" And when we hit the strip, with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs he said "I left my wallet in El Segundo" and proceeded to take two grand of mine. We made tracks to the Mandalay Bay hotel Asked the bell boy if he'd take me and my Quincy as well. He looked in the passenger seat of my car, and with a smile he said "If your Quincy's got that kind of money sir, and we've got a Quincy bed" Me and Quincy With a dream and a gun Hoping my Quincy don't point that gun at anyone Me and Quincy Like Butch and the Sundance Kid Trying to understand Why he did what he did Why he did what he did And at the elevator, I hit the 33rd floor. He had a room up top with a panoramic view, it's like nothing you've ever seen before. He went to sleep in the bidet, and when he awoke, he ran his little Quincy fingers through the yellow pages called up escort services and ordered some oki doke. Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door In walked this big, bad-ass baboon into my bedroom with 3 monkey whores "Hi, my name is Sunshine. These are my girls. Lace my palm with silver baby oh yeah and they'll rock your world" So I watched pay per view and polished my shoes and my gun Was sticking on Kurt Cobain sing about lithium There came a knock at the door and in walked Sunshine "What's up?" "You better get your ass in here boy your Quincy is having too much of a good time" Me and my Quincy Drove in search of the sun Me and my Quincy don't point that gun at anyone Me and my Quincy Like Billy the Kid Trying to understand Why he did what he did Why he did what he did Got tickets to see Sheena Easton The Quincy was high Said it was a burning ambition to see her before he died We left before encores He couldn't sit still Sheena was a blast baby But my Quincy was ill When I played black jack Kept hittin 23 couldn't help but notice this Mexican just staring at me Or was it my Quincy? I couldn't be sure It's not like you've never seen a Quincy in rollerblades and dungarees before Now don't test my patience cause we're not about to run that's a bad-ass Quincy boy and he's packing a gun "My name is Rodriguez" he says with death in his eye "I've been chasing you for a long time amigos And now your Quincy's gonna die" Me and my Quincy Drove in search of the sun Me and my Quincy We don't want to kill no Mexican But we got ten itchy fingers One thing to declare When the Quincy is high You do not stare You do not stare You do not stare Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican stand off here boy And I ain't about to run Put your gun down boy How did I get mixed up with this fucking Quincy anyhow. My fucking cock stinks of shite. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Wizardsleeve Posted February 27, 2017 Report Share Posted February 27, 2017 On 2/26/2017 at 8:39 AM, Eric Cuntman said: Jerry Lee Lewis would get his leg over anything, quite often a piano. Little Richard was allegedly a raving arse fairy as well. Black and gay, with some rumours of Canadian blood lines as well. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest 'eavensabove Posted February 27, 2017 Report Share Posted February 27, 2017 20 minutes ago, Quincy Cockfingers said: My fucking cock stinks of shite. Much the same as Your tongue then. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Quincy Cockfingers Posted February 27, 2017 Report Share Posted February 27, 2017 5 hours ago, Decimus said: It was me and my Quincy With his dungarees and Rollerblades Smoking filter tips reclining in the passenger seat of my supercharged jet black Chevrolet He had the soft top down He liked the wind in his face He said "Son, you ever been to Vegas??" I said "No" he said "that's where we're gonna go, you need a change of pace" And when we hit the strip, with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs he said "I left my wallet in El Segundo" and proceeded to take two grand of mine. We made tracks to the Mandalay Bay hotel Asked the bell boy if he'd take me and my Quincy as well. He looked in the passenger seat of my car, and with a smile he said "If your Quincy's got that kind of money sir, and we've got a Quincy bed" Me and Quincy With a dream and a gun Hoping my Quincy don't point that gun at anyone Me and Quincy Like Butch and the Sundance Kid Trying to understand Why he did what he did Why he did what he did And at the elevator, I hit the 33rd floor. He had a room up top with a panoramic view, it's like nothing you've ever seen before. He went to sleep in the bidet, and when he awoke, he ran his little Quincy fingers through the yellow pages called up escort services and ordered some oki doke. Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door In walked this big, bad-ass baboon into my bedroom with 3 monkey whores "Hi, my name is Sunshine. These are my girls. Lace my palm with silver baby oh yeah and they'll rock your world" So I watched pay per view and polished my shoes and my gun Was sticking on Kurt Cobain sing about lithium There came a knock at the door and in walked Sunshine "What's up?" "You better get your ass in here boy your Quincy is having too much of a good time" Me and my Quincy Drove in search of the sun Me and my Quincy don't point that gun at anyone Me and my Quincy Like Billy the Kid Trying to understand Why he did what he did Why he did what he did Got tickets to see Sheena Easton The Quincy was high Said it was a burning ambition to see her before he died We left before encores He couldn't sit still Sheena was a blast baby But my Quincy was ill When I played black jack Kept hittin 23 couldn't help but notice this Mexican just staring at me Or was it my Quincy? I couldn't be sure It's not like you've never seen a Quincy in rollerblades and dungarees before Now don't test my patience cause we're not about to run that's a bad-ass Quincy boy and he's packing a gun "My name is Rodriguez" he says with death in his eye "I've been chasing you for a long time amigos And now your Quincy's gonna die" Me and my Quincy Drove in search of the sun Me and my Quincy We don't want to kill no Mexican But we got ten itchy fingers One thing to declare When the Quincy is high You do not stare You do not stare You do not stare Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican stand off here boy And I ain't about to run Put your gun down boy How did I get mixed up with this fucking Quincy anyhow. I'm all choked up. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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