i see your point mr sooyar man to put this babe to bed in ryhme and poets way. its now, THE END OT THREAD<
The end 'ot' thread is typical, of the morons' work in here, a lack of education is all too ***** clear. [Edited by: admin5]
my nik is el diablo i have a great big ** but when the beast is unleashed out comes a rolled up sock [Edited by: admin5]
listen turnip face, its not my fault i thought i'd made that clear. its the system that let me down so fork off out of here.
'turnip face'? you cheeky get, I think you'll find I'm not, unlike your own fat ugly mug that drips with * and snot. [Edited by: admin5]
come an snot its not you cad, i'm clean and slim and shaven you're the reader of the sport whos never daily bathin.
As the Bandoleer of my Kris, my Gypsy Queen and I hearby decree that the next outsider to post on this thread with be cursed with my Gaje tongue. Be warned: "May your male chickens wither; poetic justice indeed.
"i'm clean and slim and shaven" Your mug is what I wrote about you stupid bleedin' fool, Now sod off back to what you love and whack your unwashed tool.
the curse of kandy is on you. you turnip featured *** you'll turn to stone this day or o shall eat my cat, but wait i think its all gone wrong the squire has shown his card he might be me thats cursed i can feel someting going hard [Edited by: admin5]
The only hard thing that you own is your wilting dried-up brain, now off you pop you boring twonk you're just an effing pain. The only curse bestowed on me would make you turn bright green, it's long and hard and beautiful like nothing you have seen. The girls that have it scream with joy, especially when I'm drunk, cos I screw on and on and on and they get loads of sp*nk
you're the twonk, you peanut brain you're thick as two short planks your never off the puter exept between your *** get a life go out some more stop giving me obuse or i'll come round there and slap you daft. unless you call a truce. TURNIP HEAD, [Edited by: admin5]
My fault, should have thought it through. No point threatening a stubby pencil dick with a cock(erel) reduction spell. Less of nothing is still nothing.
The day I call a truce I die, cos <u>I'm</u> the ***** man, Now off you piddle, ickle boy come back when you're at least old enough to drive a van. [Edited by: admin5]
you changed your face but not your brain because you have'nt got one. you're still a turnip head to me cos your brains total none
"cos your brains total none " How many you got, plumber boy, eight, or twenty four? Cos either way, you thick, fat twonk, you could do with eighty more.