Allo, peeps. What should I draw the'day?
JollyJack - a stench from the past,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:15,
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A......Zombie viking taking High Tea with
the Duke and Duchess of Rochester whilst at sea
during a rather 'balmy' Sunday afternoon :)
(the Duke and Duchess of Rochester whilst at sea
during a rather 'balmy' Sunday afternoon :)
Ninj,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:17,
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I fucking kid you notI was going to suggest this bar the rochester and balmy sunday afternoon
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dazbrilliantwhites has been meaning to change this...,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:23,
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several species of small furry animals gathered together in a cave and doing that sex thingwith tits
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mediocre ha ha ha, you're reading this,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:18,
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everything's better with tits
PedroHin Come along & ride on a Flantastic Voyage,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:21,
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Titty biscuits or biscuit tits? mediocre ha ha ha, you're reading this,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:37,
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John Prescott slowly sliding in and out of a dankey's ring piece.
Colonel Boris "...a desperate Buzzfeed imitation...",
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:18,
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Dangerousbiscuits with or without tits - not too sure about biscuits with tits...
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blyerkit e k trilby,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:18,
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They'd be greatYou could could suck the jammy centre out through the nipple, then collapse the structure in your mouth like those sherbet-filled flying saucer things.
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fuscous,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:57,
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Jesus Christ dying on the cross for our sinswith tits
( mediocre ha ha ha, you're reading this,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:20,
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I don't often click replies..but I clicked this one :@ )
( blyerkit e k trilby,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:23,
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Horrible hamstersno tits
( mediocre ha ha ha, you're reading this,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:20,
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Vinnie Jones farting in a crowded lift
h3donist tryin' to play me out as if my name is Sega..,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:21,
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A fox wearing a gas mask, boiling a rabbit in a giant pan on an oven.
Bourbon Fox Bourbon is a moron,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:21,
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did he just get off of an elevator where Vinnie Jones was? PedroHin Come along & ride on a Flantastic Voyage,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:22,
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Yeah. Vinnie had an egg McMuffin for breakfast that morning. Bourbon Fox Bourbon is a moron,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:22,
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eww fuck!the other day, i returned to the computer shoppe. I work in the back, where (we'll call him) Jim had just gone back to release a bit of built-up air pressure.
my life is hell sometimes
(my life is hell sometimes
PedroHin Come along & ride on a Flantastic Voyage,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:25,
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A woman is standing before the euphemistically titled functional yoghurts section in the cool, well-lit dairy aisle of a large out of town supermarket.She is dressed for the office perhaps, a blue-grey single-breasted jacket over a simple white cotton blouse and a slightly too long to be fashionable black pencil skirt. A smudged rectangle of pinkish-white dust on the left hip of her skirt suggests she is in fact a school-teacher. Her face, unadorned with make-up, would be considered by most men as pretty, though dark rings under her grey-green eyes are indicative of a lack of sleep. Unkempt strands in her bob of dark brown hair waft in the blast of refrigerated air from the large open cabinet in front of her.
She bites her lip as if in deep thought, staring intently at the rows of pots ranged before her on their refrigerated shelves. Above the susurration of a thousand mundane purchases, the drone of an announcement over the in-store speaker system requests a cleaner by till number seventeen. Suddenly, the woman drives her arm into the shelves of yoghurt, two fingers of her right hand precisely spearing the lid of a pot of Danone fruits of the forest. The woman withdraws her fingers from the pot and puts them in her mouth, sucking the lavender-coloured yoghurt with a look of deep, almost sensual pleasure. A single spot of pinkish-purple yoghurt drops onto her blouse.
After another moment, the woman repeatedly jabs her fingers into the shelf, spearing pot after pot. The aisle echoes to a regular wet popping sound as she stabs into the display, over and over, sucking the contents of each pot from her fingers with ecstatic reverence. Her right arm is soon slathered with a pastel mix of creamy splashes; as much again runs down her chin and onto her heaving chest. A small, nervous crowd of customers and junior staff members has formed, huddled at each end of the dairy aisle. The spectators watch the woman with a mixture of expressions, ranging from amusement to shock to horrified fascination.
Finally, the deputy manager is called and he cautiously approaches the woman from the end of the aisle closest to the cheeses. He notes distractedly that besides the store-brand mature farmhouse cheddar, someone has deposited a tin of minestrone soup. Two security guards flank the deputy manager, attempting to look nonchalant, though this fools no-one present. By now, the woman is covered in yoghurt across most of her chest and face, nearly all the yoghurt pots are ruined, their contents running into each other and spreading to the natural and set yoghurts on the shelf below. Two fans of glistening droplets spread across the floor to either side of the panting woman.
"Miss?" says the deputy manager. He is close enough now to smell the miasma of fruit flavours, making him slightly nauseous. He has never liked yoghurt.
The woman wipes her chin with her sleeve and the action causes a gout of runny mess to spatter over the deputy manager's shoes, as well as the turn-up of his right trouser leg, causing him to take an involuntary step back.
"No," she replies, slightly hoarse.
"I think I got them all".
(She bites her lip as if in deep thought, staring intently at the rows of pots ranged before her on their refrigerated shelves. Above the susurration of a thousand mundane purchases, the drone of an announcement over the in-store speaker system requests a cleaner by till number seventeen. Suddenly, the woman drives her arm into the shelves of yoghurt, two fingers of her right hand precisely spearing the lid of a pot of Danone fruits of the forest. The woman withdraws her fingers from the pot and puts them in her mouth, sucking the lavender-coloured yoghurt with a look of deep, almost sensual pleasure. A single spot of pinkish-purple yoghurt drops onto her blouse.
After another moment, the woman repeatedly jabs her fingers into the shelf, spearing pot after pot. The aisle echoes to a regular wet popping sound as she stabs into the display, over and over, sucking the contents of each pot from her fingers with ecstatic reverence. Her right arm is soon slathered with a pastel mix of creamy splashes; as much again runs down her chin and onto her heaving chest. A small, nervous crowd of customers and junior staff members has formed, huddled at each end of the dairy aisle. The spectators watch the woman with a mixture of expressions, ranging from amusement to shock to horrified fascination.
Finally, the deputy manager is called and he cautiously approaches the woman from the end of the aisle closest to the cheeses. He notes distractedly that besides the store-brand mature farmhouse cheddar, someone has deposited a tin of minestrone soup. Two security guards flank the deputy manager, attempting to look nonchalant, though this fools no-one present. By now, the woman is covered in yoghurt across most of her chest and face, nearly all the yoghurt pots are ruined, their contents running into each other and spreading to the natural and set yoghurts on the shelf below. Two fans of glistening droplets spread across the floor to either side of the panting woman.
"Miss?" says the deputy manager. He is close enough now to smell the miasma of fruit flavours, making him slightly nauseous. He has never liked yoghurt.
The woman wipes her chin with her sleeve and the action causes a gout of runny mess to spatter over the deputy manager's shoes, as well as the turn-up of his right trouser leg, causing him to take an involuntary step back.
"No," she replies, slightly hoarse.
"I think I got them all".
Smallbrainfield,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:21,
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Our regular columnist Wasp Boxwill return tomorrow.
( Smallbrainfield,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:28,
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depends if i'm on lunch at toon timecan't be arsed typing much on my phone
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Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:38,
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*looks at these*what happens if they get rubbed?
do they get longer still?
(do they get longer still?
discomeats This canoe,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:26,
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with tits
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dazbrilliantwhites has been meaning to change this...,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:24,
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sexless eroticism! Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:33,
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Literotica ----> h3donist tryin' to play me out as if my name is Sega..,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:36,
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Higgs bosons expressing their surprise after finding out they don't exist after allwith tits
( mediocre ha ha ha, you're reading this,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:22,
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I would like a drawing of the following please:A tyrannosaurs rex wearing night vision goggles that is masturbating. He is ejaculating a laser beam, which is going to destroy the 2nd tower of the world trade centre (the first is already smoking and destroyed). The sun should be in thebackground with a face and smiling. Please incorporate an Egyptian theme as well, some sort of pyramid maybe.
( discomeats This canoe,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:23,
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Was worried there for a second Antubis right round, like a record, lion,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 14:28,
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Moira Stuart trying to read the news when the autocue fails and she has to read from her noteshowever the notes have been replaced by drawings of tits
( h3donist tryin' to play me out as if my name is Sega..,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:24,
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A visual representationof that thing you find yourself doing when you want to get away from a conversation. Sort of, leaning in that direction. Maybe even taking small steps.
( Bourbon Fox Bourbon is a moron,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:26,
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Jedward during a charity parachute jumphowever when they pull their ripcords, they realise that the parachutes are in fact, tits, which as we all know do not have the aerodynamic qualities of proper parachutes, and they plummet to their doom
( h3donist tryin' to play me out as if my name is Sega..,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:28,
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No, this cannot be allowed.They might fashion some sort of crash mat out of the tits and survive.
( Smallbrainfield,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:31,
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JJ could depict them landing just a few feet away from the tits I think a Jedward shaped hole in the ground would be an excellent tourist attraction
( h3donist tryin' to play me out as if my name is Sega..,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:35,
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A chain of pairs of entangled lizards trying to get a package from one side of the universe to the otherThe package has tits.
( Antubis right round, like a record, lion,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:31,
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Rhinoceros beetles with the raging horn mediocre ha ha ha, you're reading this,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:32,
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Like I'd be on the same side of the glass as her. JollyJack - a stench from the past,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:46,
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I will be your proxy...she'll never know.
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atomic A-bomb-a-nation,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:47,
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And then she sprays the glass with spit and writes 'NEVER FORGIVE', like a psychotic version of Pob. Bourbon Fox Bourbon is a moron,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:49,
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Fridge vs. Dishwasher. 
Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:35,
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David Cameron inserting pieces of splintered matchwood
into the eye of Nick Cleggs tumescent member, all the while
pushing marbles up his own ringpiece.
For no reason.
(into the eye of Nick Cleggs tumescent member, all the while
pushing marbles up his own ringpiece.
For no reason.
Chumps š,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:36,
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He doesn't need a reason Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 14:04,
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Bob the Builder is sweltering under a hot sun.He has already stripped off his trademark overalls and checked shirt, and is dressed now in only his workboots, safety helmet and toolbelt, his tiny clay penis clearly visible and swinging to and fro as he works.
Pilchard the Cat keeps hanging around the site and winding her way around his legs. He finds this very arousing and begins to get a tiny clay erection.
He can't work in this state so he shoots his load into the cement mixer.
The cement's crap as a result and the apartment block he's making collapses five years later, killing all of the residents.
(Pilchard the Cat keeps hanging around the site and winding her way around his legs. He finds this very arousing and begins to get a tiny clay erection.
He can't work in this state so he shoots his load into the cement mixer.
The cement's crap as a result and the apartment block he's making collapses five years later, killing all of the residents.
drimble he'd been white, he'd been black,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:39,
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haha! excellent "climax" Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:42,
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I can never look the same way at building malfunctions on the news again mediocre ha ha ha, you're reading this,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:44,
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The Legendary KrazovOpening his new act at the 1856 Fete des Cochons in Bordeaux
( Mighty Nibus who dares gins | @nibus,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:39,
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Okay, which b3tard is this then?(
mediocre ha ha ha, you're reading this,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:45,
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It's strangely comforting to know that the whole 'something something with tits' response thing has been going for at least five years ...
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drimble he'd been white, he'd been black,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 14:30,
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Before that people always used to ask for sexy nunsI vaguely recall JJ getting fed up with it and linking to goatse or tub girl or something and getting a bollocking.
( Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 14:58,
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Squirrel infested custard:D
riverghost servicing your mum since,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 13:51,
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The Egyptian god Anubis.With tits.
( Bourbon Fox Bourbon is a moron,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 14:01,
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The Dole
The Great Architect is still waiting for his account to be deleted on,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 14:06,
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Margaret Thatcher in a bouncy castle full of scared midgets after having eaten caviarAnd she's about to blow, japanese monster style.
Moggy would be so proud
(,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 14:13,
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Moggy would be so proud
finally gets the reference (I think)marbles for MS?
( hekim 66 ÉŹĘš ŹÉnā² uooW,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 15:28,
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A lady accepting a package from the postmanSeconds after throwing on a dressing gown as she just got up!
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Blobcat Less Jaffacakes this year,
Wed 29 Feb 2012, 16:10,
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