the fucks a tweat up?

( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Fri 26 Apr 2013, 8:59, 3 replies, latest was 12 years ago)

It's like a bash but for more attractive people.

(PsychoChomp, Fri 26 Apr 2013, 9:00, Reply)

Sounds shit.

( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 26 Apr 2013, 9:01, Reply)

Just cos they wouldn't let you in, you fucking uggo.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 26 Apr 2013, 9:03, Reply)

I wouldn't want to go anyway cos it would be well shit.

( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 26 Apr 2013, 9:04, Reply)

Yeah, course.
Course.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 26 Apr 2013, 9:05, Reply)

Sorry, I've just looked at the link.
Anything that calls itself a tweet up, charges £35 for an eating experience designed to massage the egos of a bunch of chefs and then signs off with "may the sauce be with you" is bound to be attended by a jabbering throng of spastics so bent that they can touch their own arseholes with their cocks whilst singing "I will survive" in the style of Joey Deacon. For that reason, I'm out.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 26 Apr 2013, 9:09, Reply)

and it's in Dalston.
Where the world's biggest wankers hang out.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 26 Apr 2013, 9:11, Reply)

I'm guessing here, but I should imagine it's utterly bent.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 26 Apr 2013, 9:02, Reply)

well, yes.

( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Fri 26 Apr 2013, 9:03, Reply)

An attractive looking Yorkshire sheep?

(localboy purveyor of pisspoor puns, Fri 26 Apr 2013, 9:04, Reply)