
From the The Nanny State challenge. See all 369 entries (closed)
(, Thu 10 Aug 2006, 0:53, archived)
frykening me.
I go all spastic and breathless after a wasp sting. ( but I love nuts, ground nuts, not man nuts )
(, Thu 10 Aug 2006, 0:57, archived)
Somebody get Mr Horrible to mail me so I can arrange to come to his bash.
Zoot.Cadillac@gmail.com
(, Thu 10 Aug 2006, 1:07, archived)
whya am i so confused that this is your email address?
(, Thu 10 Aug 2006, 1:09, archived)
actually trying to talk to you personally. As for why it's my address? Well, because it is me. I was banned some time ago for having the audacity to complain about being abused, gaijintendo. So I came back for fun and got a front page in 9 days, the shallow bastards.
(, Thu 10 Aug 2006, 1:13, archived)
of the twistedness.
Edit: Rob asked me if he could put it ( my front page ) in his book but I was sailing round Britain again like a sailing twat, by the time I said yes I'd missed the boat, ho ho.
(, Thu 10 Aug 2006, 1:21, archived)
address. I'd hate to lose your wasp, and of course this fine free gift we can offer you providing you reply to this offer within 14 days*
* offer only applies if you dance for a while, jump up and down then turn a few cartwheels. Free gift will consist of something we will keep you on tenterhooks about or a box of dirt. Terms and conditions apply.
(, Thu 10 Aug 2006, 1:32, archived)
merely rebound, like a cleaner from a building site toilet
(, Thu 10 Aug 2006, 1:50, archived)
based upon the fact that I am a builder and in turn create the said environment for the above mentioned toilet. You mentioned the word 'cleaner' vis a vis said plastic pan. I regret to inform you that such a cleaner does not exist. It stinks like a fucking toilet in there.
(, Thu 10 Aug 2006, 1:55, archived)