^ It's ok Dill.
Their poo is pure white - not that horrible shitty colour.
^ It's ok Dill.
Their poo is pure white - not that horrible shitty colour.
Great thread, Stokey!
Wouldn't let me green you!
^ felcher
^^ I reded him for you, Charlie.
^ Who...Bacardiboy?
Betty, my pie isn't gay, you coont!
It's a gay pie.
I bought two types of bacon and some sausages to go with me egg and chick breakfast. It won't be gay.
Back to the thread, can't believe that Papa let the kids die like that...
Withnall's cat's a bloody rugby ball.Originally Posted by Bettyboo
You have a point there.Originally Posted by somtamslap
Here is "The Cat" on the day he turned up, 7 years ago.
Here he is now.
And here is a rugby ball.
^ freaky looking toes...
Continuity youth.Originally Posted by Bettyboo
It's all about continuity.
Not for the two chicks, it's not...
No chicks were harmed in the dodgy photo shoots.
Clawhammerfoot has since been wiped out as a cause of infant suicide amongst the youth.
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late!
Ahfuckingmen.
Do you know any music from the last 40 years, Stoker???
Yes.Originally Posted by Bettyboo
I know this one.
I listen to 1:17 of that; wish I hadn't... I feel dirty, abused, think I'll open a bottle of beer from the fridge...
Some sort of faggit hermer beer. Probably full of gas, and watered down with goat milk.Originally Posted by Bettyboo
(Spuds have just scored)
Black beer, Korean, 1.6L bottle. Nice.
When you get a chance, go to Jeju Island, Boo...You won't believe some of the hotels there...Vegas style casinos and the sculptures at some of them will boggle your mind...
The black pig is famous there...Very tasty...
Jeju is famous for wind, women and rock...Lava rock from the volcanic nature, wind from the ocean, and women because many men were lost fishing at sea in days of yore...
Maybe stay off the Sewol Ferry...
Nice Cat but the Rapp Musick SUKS Fat Time...................
Fourteen and fifteen.
Last week saw the hatching of yet another set of twins.
Being an inventive and original type of chap i have decided to call them fourteen and fifteen.
I find it fascinating that these birds communicate the hatching too each other.
A hell of a racket last week - nine sunbirds humming around checking out the nest and its occupants.
Where do they all come from, how the fuck do they all know when to turn up, and why would solitary birds even do this?
So, time to dust off the camera once again.
The missus has administered the sticky tape to the clothes line.
Happy days.
French then?Originally Posted by Gipsy
So Fourteen and Fifteen were born
Tweeted their first notes through a yawn
But that fellow from Stoke
Is gagging for a poke
And their arseholes will soon be torn
Well, i for one, am looking forward to seeing the nest building etc.
Cat looks good too, nothing wrong with the toes.
More birds...Great...A lot of stressful times ahead...Good luck...Perhaps thegent will be along to call them "chickenhead birds."...
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