Or a thorn
And a paperclip salesman. Worst sex toy ever.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 22:38, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

A paperclip salesman and a limp-wristed
pond-water brewer, please.

Al, did you see Crow's home brew? I love that boy like he was my own son but that bottle of colostomy-bag scrapings struck fear into my black heart.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 22:41, Reply)

He brought his home brew along?
No I didn't see that, but I've had some horrific experiences with home brew.
(Bazongaloid, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 22:43, Reply)

This wasn't home brewed beer,
but some brackish drain cleaner made from (I think) burdock and wee-wee. Bless his heart, he'd named it and had written said name on the side in permanent pen.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 22:47, Reply)

Had be ingested some of it without dying?

(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 22:49, Reply)

Like Eddie's homebrew
In bottom "It's been on the go for 45 minutes so it must be nearly ready"
( SteveFrench Cardio is for homo's. do you even lift bro?, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 22:50, Reply)

He's been a bit quiet this week.
Maybe the brew reacted with the oesophageal cancer he's got, and he is no more. In which case I have two CDs of his that I can now keep.

RESULT.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 22:52, Reply)

It's all coming up Monty

(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 22:55, Reply)

All I need now is a CD player.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 22:56, Reply)

You'll just need to knock off another b3tan to get one

(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 22:57, Reply)

Na, just use your finest stylus
and they'll work fine
(Bazongaloid, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 22:59, Reply)

I'll try this,
and give them to the executors of Crow(RIP you legend)'s estate if you're wrong.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 23:04, Reply)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, it's alright, I'm alive.
I'm moving house at the moment so I only have interweb at work and have to spend most of my time on the phone explaining to estate agents why they're cunts.

However, I will admit that on Friday, I didn't feel all that bad, but I really didn't want to touch anything alcoholic. I attribute this not to my Fully Organic, Craft-Brewed Elderflower Champagne ("The Resolute Grebe, 2008 Vintage", _{gaz me if you want to order a bottle}), but solely to the fact that the pints of London Pride I had afterwards were a bit near the end of the barrel.
(LongJohnBaldry, Wed 8 Sep 2010, 10:04, Reply)