It hasn't got "your cock" written on it in marker pen.
Jeff could explain. If he were here.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sat 2 Jun 2012, 0:15, 3 replies, latest was 13 years ago)

where is Jeff, anyway?
He's usually here by this time.
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Sat 2 Jun 2012, 0:19, Reply)

I heard he was fucking dogs.

(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Sat 2 Jun 2012, 0:20, Reply)

Scandalous
assertion.

But correct.

He's up the erse of a miniture poodle as we speak.

If only he had the sense to pick a friendly bulldog, who smirks while singing the national anthem, and having two claws giving it lady behind his back. As well as having a wank beneath the desk, with the other paw, obviously.

And being rogered senseless, by a psycopathic bull pit terrier.

And a grateful recipient.
(Phudbree oh man, the Doric Yorick, Sat 2 Jun 2012, 0:35, Reply)

Is
that the big black bloke with dreadlocks?

He looked very confused and tried to give me three ounces of what I think was oregano.
(Phudbree oh man, the Doric Yorick, Sat 2 Jun 2012, 0:20, Reply)

Oi!

( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Sat 2 Jun 2012, 0:58, Reply)

Lighty
I jest.

It was pretty good, as oregano goes, but the Greek salad was ruined.

And when I say Greek, I don't mean Greek.

Eh, probably.

Good God, it's time for bed.

Where's Hercules? Sometimes he hides behind tower blocks, the fucker.

COME HERE, BASTARD! Put those claws away.
(Phudbree oh man, the Doric Yorick, Sat 2 Jun 2012, 1:10, Reply)