'Ol Fezziwig
Repressed Dissident
Psycho's Love Slave
May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your scrotal sack for posting that image.<rampantly homo image removed to save eyeballs>
He said scrote! :laugh:May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your scrotal sack for posting that image.
Bad, bad, bad.
It's OK - I didn't inhale.He said scrote! :laugh:
I'd like to go for a ride on that boat...Nice boat...
Would like to verify the tautness of the fabric with my own hands
Scrote? You can't say scrote! Anyone who says scrote shall be banned! So don't say scrote whatever you do.He said scrote! :laugh:
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You've been to the gay sauna again? (NTTAWWT)
Guess we've come full circle to that.<vomit inducing image removed>
Stop that, dammit!!!!!!:freak: :blab: :angry:HURL
I was about to eat a salad too. Guess it's Pop Tarts for me tonight.Stop that, dammit!!!!!!:freak: :blab: :angry:
Edit: I was about to toss a salad too. Guess it's Pop Tarts for me tonight.I was about to eat a salad too. Guess it's Pop Tarts for me tonight.
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I once attended a training class with a gentleman from Manchester, England. I remember him telling me that if I was ever in Great Britain to NEVER ask for a tossed salad at a restaraunt. That would be in extraordinarily poor taste. I should always ask for a mixed salad. Apparently, the verb toss has special significance in British English (think creamy salad dressing)!Edit: I was about to toss a salad too. Guess it's Pop Tarts for me tonight.
Pervert! :angry:Edit: I was about to toss a salad too. Guess it's Pop Tarts for me tonight.