Cuntybaws

A yard of spunk.

I stayed in a worse hotel the last time I went to Dundee.

I don't know about that, I've seen some pretty fucking skanky sluts on Pornhub with cigars sticking out of their twats.

Given that it was the northbound Gatwick Express the poor cunt was probably just leaning out to try to get away from the smell coming off of the latest wave of immigrants headed to Haringey.

You thumb them in?

Proper won't care. He gave up the nursing lark after he was fired for drinking on the job, at the sperm bank. I'll get my MikeD memorial test tube...

Sadly, he has now left the building.

Yes, Prestwick is hardly a "hub", is it? Bering Air have better facilities, and they're based in Nome, Alaska, gateway to fucking Siberia.

It made my first fumbling nominations look like Pulitzer Prize winners, and at the end of the day isn't that all that matters?

Is "Depression" your pet name for your cock, Neil?

The Carmina Burana has exactly the same effect on me. It's been on permanent loop in my head since the original version of The Omen.

Harsh, and not entirely fair. There's no emoji. You should actually thank your lucky stars for this reasoned exposition. Pen held the "old site" record for the most nominations, with well over a thousand. (Sometimes we'd get ten in one day.) I doubt there was a make of locomotive or an obscure English hamlet that she missed. Judge especially found the ones about trains to be riveting.

Step away from the blue Smarties..

If only there was a nearby jurisdiction for Apple to relocate all their money to. Somewhere with no pride or principles. Somewhere that had just voted to leave the EU perhaps.

I think you might be seriously misjudging your audience here, Pissy old chum.

Forgive him Decs, he was too polite to say Middle Earth.

In light of Admin's announcement yesterday, this now takes on a far more sinister aspect. Luckily I've always said that Judge was a good sort and that Millwall are wankers, so I'll be all right, but some of you other cunts had better get yourselves new IP's pronto.

Number One in June 1974, sandwiched between the Rubettes and Gary Glitter. Those were the fucking days. It's only now, with hindsight, that I wonder what "Sugar Baby Love" was, exactly.

Don't talk to me about sophistication, I've been to Leeds.

You didn't get many of them to the pound.

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Any time mediums are mentioned, my thoughts turn to our own dearly departed Kreed Kafer. Yep, they're cunts all right.

I hollered over to Ethel, I said, "Don't look, Ethel!" but it's too late, she'd already been incensed.