friedaweed
Me and me girl named Jane
You also missed the opportunity to wurst yourself silly.Wonder if running a hot dog stand outside a penis museum would make for better or worse business?
You also missed the opportunity to wurst yourself silly.Wonder if running a hot dog stand outside a penis museum would make for better or worse business?
Give it a rest ffsGive it a rest ffs
Definitely worse. Stoned and persuaded it would be a good idea, I went to see Gunther Von Hagens work once. You’re not hungry when you come out of thatWonder if running a hot dog stand outside a penis museum would make for better or worse business?
Idea's a wiener, for sureWonder if running a hot dog stand outside a penis museum would make for better or worse business?
There'd be loads of scope for branding of the products!Wonder if running a hot dog stand outside a penis museum would make for better or worse business?
Plum position.Saucy job.
Plum position.
Full on sausage festWhat on earth is going on in this thread
Load of tripeFull on sausage fest
First rule about hot dog club...What on earth is going on in this thread
I think the Vagina Museum is much more welcoming (tho mrsb had to show me where the exit was)So there is one in Iceland and one in Amsterdam? Must make for some stiff competition...
I am really so very very sorry.
They ran a front-page story that he had had his dogs' voiceboxes surgically removed so they couldn't bark. The evidence for which was apparently that a reporter had stood outside his house and didn't hear any barking. They had to pay him a huge sum.Is that something scurrilous and homophobic to do with anal leakage? I only ask because I went to school with a homophobe who used to read The Sun, and burst into registration one morning to declare Elton John had this problem according to that days paper. Or maybe it was George Michael. Their days take on how to insinuate gay without saying gay.
What, throw one down Oxford Street and see if it touches the sides, old joke, etc? He might as well go for the full house. In the last week the pig has accused me of basically being akin to Margaret Thatcher (but, it turns out, a ‘bohemian’ version - whatever that would look like), telling him to take a child to a sex museum, asked who I leech off to live (ironically quite a Tory insult to offer), insulted with a non apology, and then acted like I picked on him for objecting.First rule about hot dog club...
I think the Vagina Museum is much more welcoming
FIFYI think the Vagina Museum is much more welcoming (tho mrsb had to show me where the button for the exit was)
The sun Claim more allegations to comeBREAKING: The Sun.
Post reported.They probably wanted you for an exhibit.
Post reported.
Sorry mate, desperate for the 'thread ban' so me treble comes in. 4 pages left.
Is that something scurrilous and homophobic to do with anal leakage? I only ask because I went to school with a homophobe who used to read The Sun, and burst into registration one morning to declare Elton John had this problem according to that days paper. Or maybe it was George Michael. Their days take on how to insinuate gay without saying gay.
My god. What a strange thing to print.They ran a front-page story that he had had his dogs' voiceboxes surgically removed so they couldn't bark. The evidence for which was apparently that a reporter had stood outside his house and didn't hear any barking. They had to pay him a huge sum.
Might not be the only example.
Just the sort of firm a 20 year old with no connections would use."The firm that the young person has instructed to contact the BBC is not a modest, high street firm, they are a multinational practice so they know what they're doing.
They have repeatedly emphasised that their client alleges this is a breach of their privacy."
Good. I hope the mum did get some £££ from the Sun for her story because its probably cost her her relationship with the 'child' she was so worried for.
ooh a conspiracy, plot thickens.Just the sort of firm a 20 year old with no connections would use.
They're despicable assumptions to make about poster you've never met in real life. I've always had you down as a freeloading eccentric living off the wealth of her deceased aristocratic parents in a Mayfair flat lined with Persian rugs and Harrods Deliveroo drivers on speed-dial.He might as well go for the full house. In the last week the pig has accused me of basically being akin to Margaret Thatcher (but, it turns out, a ‘bohemian’ version - whatever that would look like), telling him to take a child to a sex museum, asked who I leech off to live (ironically quite a Tory insult to offer), insulted with a non apology, and then acted like I picked on him for objecting. I have my moments, which I own, but that is a cunt’s cunt.