Not a jingle but still makes me wanna hit the whiney cunt.
I want to do a poo, I want to do a poo at pauls.
(Just Me being probed by aliens since, Wed 30 Dec 2009, 14:17, 3 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

If I ever get hold of that little scrote
there's no fucking way on earth he'll have time to get to Paul's before he FUCKING SHITS HIMSELF WITH FEAR.

Aaaand *breathe*
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 30 Dec 2009, 14:20, Reply)

He can wipe his arse with Kandoo

( Tourette's ( . )( . ) has a monkey hair in her fried egg, Wed 30 Dec 2009, 14:26, Reply)

NOBODY CAN COME TO MY HOUSE JUST TO DO A POO, I'M SORRY, BUT THAT IS NOT ON, I AM NOT HAVING IT.
IF YOU WISH TO SEE ME, FINE, THAT'S GREAT, BUT IF ALL YOUR WANT TO DO IS A POO, THEN YOU CAN FUCK OFF.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Wed 30 Dec 2009, 14:40, Reply)

just have a smelly bog
noone will visit for a poo, then
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Wed 30 Dec 2009, 14:50, Reply)

Chap I saw at Xmas
back in Winchester used to be known as 'Daniel Dumpling' because of his regular habit of doing exactly that. He lived quite far out of town and would routinely stop off for a crap round people's houses on his way to or from the town centre.

He once knocked at our house asking if my brother or I was at home. Upon being told 'no' his next question was whether or not he was still able to come in for a quick dump anyway?

Priceless.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 30 Dec 2009, 14:59, Reply)