Repost,,,from the time when flapjack became a lethal weapon...we all remember that don't we?
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Thu 9 Jan 2014, 12:44,
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"There once was a gourmet from Crediton...
...Who took pΓ’te de foie gras and spread it on
A chocolate biscuit.
He murmuered, "I'll risk it";
Now his tomb bears the date that he said it on."
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Thu 9 Jan 2014, 21:56,
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A chocolate biscuit.
He murmuered, "I'll risk it";
Now his tomb bears the date that he said it on."
I say old ffffffff.....
.....fffffruit, that's rather jjjjjjuicy !
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Thu 9 Jan 2014, 11:12,
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I was going to do an onion rings one, but it looked very disturbing
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Thu 9 Jan 2014, 10:55,
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There are a good many brown rings in the world, Bilbo, and none of them should be stretched widely
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Thu 9 Jan 2014, 11:08,
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That seems reasonable.
These look like Krispy Kreme, which are vile.
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Thu 9 Jan 2014, 11:13,
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I used to really enjoy eating doughnuts
but eventually I got sick of the hole thing.
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Thu 9 Jan 2014, 12:24,
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That woman on the right liked to squeeze people to death with her thighs I seem to remember
deeply arousing, erotic stuff
Edit: Her name was 'Xenia Onatopp'
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Thu 9 Jan 2014, 10:16,
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Edit: Her name was 'Xenia Onatopp'
She was killed in an unfortunate mishap involving a tree branch, a bungee, and a helicopter
It was very moving
My favourite Bond death was the fate of Fatima Blush in Never Say Never Again, who was blown up by a deadly special branch ink pen.
"In a neurotic twist, 007 is forced to write his memoirs putting her as his "Number One" sexual partner, Bond uses his MI6-issue fountain pen to shoot Blush with a rocket dart. Ironically, nothing is left but her high heels."
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Thu 9 Jan 2014, 10:24,
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My favourite Bond death was the fate of Fatima Blush in Never Say Never Again, who was blown up by a deadly special branch ink pen.
"In a neurotic twist, 007 is forced to write his memoirs putting her as his "Number One" sexual partner, Bond uses his MI6-issue fountain pen to shoot Blush with a rocket dart. Ironically, nothing is left but her high heels."
This reminds me of an Australian horror film set in the outback about a giant man-eating pig
for some reason
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Thu 9 Jan 2014, 9:57,
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Yep, sounds like the one
Starts with some guy being dragged out of his car by the giant pig and being gorged alive horribly. Wonderful stuff
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Thu 9 Jan 2014, 10:04,
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that'll be these hot pants...
did I say hot pants? I meant comfortable slippers...
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Thu 9 Jan 2014, 10:06,
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Thought you might like this particular one...
β¦;)
Edit: How's the head?
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Thu 9 Jan 2014, 10:01,
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Edit: How's the head?
I was hoping someone would get the northerness of this
what will all them southerners on here. tut and such the like.
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Thu 9 Jan 2014, 9:58,
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Is that really a chicken tikka and onion bhaji sandwich…?
I feel I haven't livedβ¦.
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Thu 9 Jan 2014, 9:26,
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THAT'S NOT THE POINT YOU HAVE COMPLETELY SPOILED MY JOKE I HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY
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Thu 9 Jan 2014, 5:06,
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You got four guys all fighting over who's gonna be Mr. Mustard….
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Thu 9 Jan 2014, 1:14,
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