i should be in bed, DAMN YOU B3TA!
anyhoo...
these are gradually being taken down:


bugrit, nite peeps
EDIT bollocks - forgot to compo it... /thick_cunt

From the Famous Tart Cards challenge. See all 313 entries (closed)

(polished turd wants a tragic blowchomp, but not before, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:03, archived)

hahaha!
Oh lord!
( xmaschordal la la la la la, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:04, archived)

be she loved a bit of MP innit
:D
( Discomeats fish fingers are READY!, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:06, archived)

Steg don't need no sleep, he's just fuckin' walkin' history
He be lurkin' on yo nets like a god damn mystery.
Poppin' out tha rhymes like a prehistoric rapper,
I be makin' y'all jealous when you sittin' on tha crapper.
( MrPineapple .co.uk - TSHIRTS COMING SOON?, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:11, archived)

now here's the issue
should I make a bacon sandwich or just go to sleep
( Discomeats fish fingers are READY!, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:13, archived)

Bed bacon!
Sleep sandwich!
(Jeru War and Piss, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:14, archived)

I change mind
I have crisps and chocolate

this will be acceptable
( Discomeats fish fingers are READY!, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:19, archived)

I rub salt and vinegar crisps into my tear ducts when I need a high.
It doesn't help but working is so hard,
my brows and lobes still stay untouched.
Where has my love life gone?
(Jeru War and Piss, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:21, archived)

France
your love life went to france

and did a sex

in france
( Discomeats fish fingers are READY!, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:29, archived)

Un enfant a brûlé mon cou.
Je ne l'a pas aimé.
(Jeru War and Piss, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:30, archived)

What you sayin crazy foo!
say words! crazy foo!

what you sayin ain't no words, crazy foo!
( Discomeats fish fingers are READY!, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:33, archived)

Crisps and chocs be good, but they can't compare to bacon,
Make that fuckin' sandwich or your stomach will be achin'.
Steg don't want no meats though, it's a veggie gangsta ballad,
He be rockin' on tha ganja and be munchin' on tha salad.
( MrPineapple .co.uk - TSHIRTS COMING SOON?, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:22, archived)

give me salad and an ak
and I'll give you the world
( Discomeats fish fingers are READY!, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:27, archived)

Make that fuckin' sandwich, yo, you won't regret it,
Steg be speakin' truths, fucka don't forget it.
Make it now, make it fast, make it tasty and good,
Ain't no fuckin' livin' if you ain't got food.
( MrPineapple .co.uk - TSHIRTS COMING SOON?, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:14, archived)

see aboves, no bacons until later
:)
( Discomeats fish fingers are READY!, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:19, archived)

*DEMANDS BACON NOW*
NOW BACON PLEASE, BACON OF THE NOW TIME.
( We are the lemon Mechanical Citrus Overlord, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:28, archived)

Bacon may be tasty, but a veggie dino disses,
He be blazin' with the salad and the flavour never misses.
Grab your bacon now, if you want a gangsta treat,
But no way Steg bitin' that shit, ain't no need for god damn meat.
( MrPineapple .co.uk - TSHIRTS COMING SOON?, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:31, archived)

I'm sorry, all of our bacon operators are currently unavailable
please hold the line until service is available, in the meantime, YOU WILL LISTEN TO THE MUSIC*clahlachkk*

music: "SCREE SCREEM AAAAEEE Kick reporter, Bjork, (c) 1998"

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AAAAEAEIEIEIE AIAIE

*silence*

ASCCCCCCCCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEE E E E E E E E EE SKEEK SAAKEDLL F
( Discomeats fish fingers are READY!, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:32, archived)

Bacon operators, christ that game me a fucking horrific mental idea.
In which you would order bacon down the telephone and it would actually come out the speaker, but it would come out as a horrible pink meat mush squeezing through the tiny holes.

*shudders*
(Jeru War and Piss, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:34, archived)

it's like something terry gilliam would do
I think :)
( Discomeats fish fingers are READY!, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:35, archived)

I was actually thinking of the weird icecream food in Brazil after I said that.
But then I realised it was squeezing and disgustingly melting out the holes, more like the coffin full of entrails near the end.
(Jeru War and Piss, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:36, archived)

2 girls 1...
Ice cream oozing out of holes?
Well... looked like ice cream
(Virulent Taste my Jesus!, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:40, archived)

This Board needs moar poetry, less mad lyrics.
VON TRAVENS DIRIGIBLE

Von Traven's dark dirigible
was generally derisible.
Its size was quite formidable,
but otherwise it failed.

This sinister inflatable's
condition was unrateable.
Its bouyancy - debatable
(It floundered when it hailed).

To leaks it was susceptable,
Its crew was unacceptable,
Its scanners quite deceptable -
It wasn't built for crime.

Its sections weren't divisible,
Defences - rather risible.
It rarely turned invisible,
And couldn't jump through time!

Its steering simply damnable,
Its safety record slammable.
Utterly inflammable -
It often burned to ash.

It wasn't unassailable
And thus was un-resaleable.
Better models were available
but Traven had no cash.


- Prof. Wutherford, 2007
( We are the lemon Mechanical Citrus Overlord, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:27, archived)

dirigible...lovely word, just rolls off the ton...oh the humanity!

(polished turd wants a tragic blowchomp, but not before, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:42, archived)

cor, dirigibles
An airship, dirigible or Zeppelin is a lighter-than-air (buoyant) aircraft that can be steered and propelled through the air using rudders and propellers or other thrust. Unlike other aerodynamic aircraft such as fixed-wing aircraft (airplanes) and helicopters, which produce lift by moving a wing or airfoil through the air, aerostatic aircraft, such as airships and hot air balloons, stay aloft by filling a large cavity, such as a balloon, with a gas less dense than the surrounding air.
( Discomeats fish fingers are READY!, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:48, archived)

Here, I wrote a poem for you. FUCKING HAPPY NOW?!
Old Darth Vader had a man named ash,
whose requisite was a purple sash.
He rarely left his home without,
a plastic spoon and dreadful gout.

All aboard a midnight weary,
he sat in hand with sith a cheery.
The two of they had girls to court,
to a film then siege a fort.

But for all their boast and dreadful fun,
they could not shake that naughty hun.
Hitler bode them well that night,
just one more sleep before their fright.
(Jeru War and Piss, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 2:44, archived)

you should have eaten that apple before it started to shrink.

( postbear is creepy and old and gross, Mon 9 Jun 2008, 4:49, archived)