Profile for Benny A:
Not lot to say. English male. Age of 17.. Single.
Pink Floyd ROCKKKKK!!!!! 'specially... Roger.. Roger Keith.. Dave.. Nick.. Rick!!!11!ELEVEN!
Nottingham B3ta bash on 12/11/05 OPENED MY EYESORZ! You B3tans are loverly chaps/ettes! Email is ben_cold_side at hotmail dot com.
Yours truly:
I also took the picture of teh cock on the canteen.. REMEMBER?
In fact, I drew (more than 3) pubes on the balls!
Nottm B3ta bash was ace!
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Not lot to say. English male. Age of 17.. Single.
Pink Floyd ROCKKKKK!!!!! 'specially... Roger.. Roger Keith.. Dave.. Nick.. Rick!!!11!ELEVEN!
Nottingham B3ta bash on 12/11/05 OPENED MY EYESORZ! You B3tans are loverly chaps/ettes! Email is ben_cold_side at hotmail dot com.
Yours truly:
I also took the picture of teh cock on the canteen.. REMEMBER?
In fact, I drew (more than 3) pubes on the balls!
Nottm B3ta bash was ace!
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» World's Sickest Joke
What is long and thick;
Red in parts;
Spongy and veiny,
And slips in tarts?
Rhubarb of course!
Well, that's all the secretion you're getting from this ol' sick gland!
(Wed 15th Feb 2006, 21:51, More)
What is long and thick;
Red in parts;
Spongy and veiny,
And slips in tarts?
Rhubarb of course!
Well, that's all the secretion you're getting from this ol' sick gland!
(Wed 15th Feb 2006, 21:51, More)
» World's Sickest Joke
What's sick
is the fact that there has to be a teensy bit of truth in these jokes... After all, the truth is what makes a joke funny. Therefore, I presume all you b3tans have, like me, a stockpile of dead babies in your garages, a fantastic school with a great variety of 7 year olds to choose from, nearby; and of course, you're all gay-bashing darkie-hating nazis.
Here's the funny thing.. I've become like you :)
LOL.
erm.
(Thu 8th Dec 2005, 18:20, More)
What's sick
is the fact that there has to be a teensy bit of truth in these jokes... After all, the truth is what makes a joke funny. Therefore, I presume all you b3tans have, like me, a stockpile of dead babies in your garages, a fantastic school with a great variety of 7 year olds to choose from, nearby; and of course, you're all gay-bashing darkie-hating nazis.
Here's the funny thing.. I've become like you :)
LOL.
erm.
(Thu 8th Dec 2005, 18:20, More)
» Toilets
As a urinal
I get a few interesting customers, but I remember when Rowan Atkinson came in to my public ablution dressed as a zip-covered young punk. As he was fairly desparate, he headed for the urine collector to the right of me; and had to search for his todger! Started at the Nether Regions, grasped, pulled, unzipped and searched for his Porker.
Failing this, his hands went lower, to zips on his thighs, above his shins; yet none could help him relieve himself. Now you'd never believe what'd happen next!
Grif Rhys Jones' entrance caused a fair old gushing stir amongst us pissoirs, and immediately the comedian prepared to relieve himself. Mr. Atkinson fumbled away next to me, but Mr. Jones methodically opened his briefcase and his warm Aqua Vitae SPURTED from the leather bag into my vast white urine receptor. Ahh.. just what's needed on a cold winter's night.
It wasn't the Nine o'Clock News, so obviously I didn't know what was going on. Even so, I'm not ashamed by the length.
(Wed 7th Sep 2005, 14:10, More)
As a urinal
I get a few interesting customers, but I remember when Rowan Atkinson came in to my public ablution dressed as a zip-covered young punk. As he was fairly desparate, he headed for the urine collector to the right of me; and had to search for his todger! Started at the Nether Regions, grasped, pulled, unzipped and searched for his Porker.
Failing this, his hands went lower, to zips on his thighs, above his shins; yet none could help him relieve himself. Now you'd never believe what'd happen next!
Grif Rhys Jones' entrance caused a fair old gushing stir amongst us pissoirs, and immediately the comedian prepared to relieve himself. Mr. Atkinson fumbled away next to me, but Mr. Jones methodically opened his briefcase and his warm Aqua Vitae SPURTED from the leather bag into my vast white urine receptor. Ahh.. just what's needed on a cold winter's night.
It wasn't the Nine o'Clock News, so obviously I didn't know what was going on. Even so, I'm not ashamed by the length.
(Wed 7th Sep 2005, 14:10, More)