Cuntybaws

Eric, for someone who seems to spend so much time "using Personal Messenger" I am disappointed that you haven't responded to mine. Rather uncouth, what?

If Joan Rivers was buried in the Atacama Desert, her snatch would be almost as dry as Ratty.

You absolute fucking Philistines. "Bird On A Wire" actually reminds me of Frank. In its original form it was a hymn, a short, stripped back dirge, guttural and visceral, stark in its simplicity yet layered and sophisticated. The last thing it needed was an extended mix and a four-minute guitar solo.

There's a Brown Willy in Cornwall. Why don't you do that one?

It is now!

You wouldn't be the first ever to make up something exactly like that on here. Not even the first this week.

His chosen instrument was the bong.

Indeed, not a "Joined October 28th, 2016" veteran like yourself. Why, if Frank was still here he'd tell you to "Fuck off".

Any views on anal bleaching?

Mike never recovered from the disappointment of finding out that Hertz Van Rental wasn't a gay Dutch porn star.

Joseph Goebbels, 1945.

I take back that last comment.

Best give him a chance, I suppose, On this week's evidence he's a lot better than Frank.

Lilliput?

Careful Quincy, 100 million sperm and he was the fastest!

Or, more succinctly, it's a cuntfest.

Real vampires don't sparkle.

Wait, I'm confused now, which one is Pissy again?

The real tragedy is that Linda McCartney is dead but Yoko Ono is still alive.

I really can't be fucking arsed doing the "Pig with Wings" joke again, sorry.

Look out, kids!

Only if they were 000 gauge knitting needles.

Oh come on, if you're going to start counting things then what the fuck is there left for me to do?

Yes, you don't know where his superficial dorsal vein has been - although you could probably venture a few worrying guesses.