I’ve just had a new thesaurus delivered from eBay. On opening it I found all the pages were blank.
I have no words to describe how angry I am.
Pretty much sums up the Torygraph. Written by cunts, for, cunts and about cunts. Beggars belief what an utter rag that paper is.
Sadly, probably, stable, horse, bolt, door
This. Not sure that artificial insemination would be feasible. Likely to be fucking dangerous to find out.
Anyway, I didn’t think looming extinction was something to laugh about.
^^^^^this
The bottom of the barrel is fast approaching
Fuck, i actually smiled
I apologise for that. I was aiming for the maggoty earth that the bottom of the barrel usually stands upon.
Your ambition is admirable, however your execution is merely adequate
Amazing that I could underachieve with a joke that shit. Oh well…
I tried to sue the airline for misplacing my luggage. – I lost my case.
Build a man a fire, and he’ll be warm for a day.
Set a man on fire, and he’ll be warm for the rest of his life.
I thought mine was bad, that is weapons-grade dross!
I surrender. Please stop…
We’re now excavating underneath the barrel - shuttering is in place, and I fully expect to hit the water table before the night is out…
Fuck me, start building the cofferdam
Disqualified I’m afraid. That is just some words on a black background. Even the most easily pleased red-necked simpleton can find no toehold for flickering spasms of amusement here…