Bad Smells
"I once left the world's stinkiest guff in a lift before sending it down to a group of Germans, all bustling to be first in the doors upon its arrival," giggles Boarders. Tell us your stories involving farts, noxious gasses and unpleasant smells.
( , Fri 17 Jan 2014, 11:56)
"I once left the world's stinkiest guff in a lift before sending it down to a group of Germans, all bustling to be first in the doors upon its arrival," giggles Boarders. Tell us your stories involving farts, noxious gasses and unpleasant smells.
( , Fri 17 Jan 2014, 11:56)
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Hahahayeah.Farts. Old people. Ahahahahaha. Unblocking drains. Hahaha. Priceless.
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 14:36, 25 replies)
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 14:36, 25 replies)
Now
much as I hate to think about it, can you imagine what this place would be like without Dr Shambolic?
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 15:20, closed)
much as I hate to think about it, can you imagine what this place would be like without Dr Shambolic?
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 15:20, closed)
Sadly I can't
But if you could draw us a picture we could all aspire to it.
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 15:21, closed)
But if you could draw us a picture we could all aspire to it.
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 15:21, closed)
I drew a picture
But I'm too poor to buy photoshop and too lazy to learn how to use it.
( , Sun 19 Jan 2014, 22:41, closed)
But I'm too poor to buy photoshop and too lazy to learn how to use it.
( , Sun 19 Jan 2014, 22:41, closed)
Su there was a
picture of a womans vagina...just an ordinary vagina with a slightly tacky tattoo...and they were all saying it looked like it stank and that it was ugly and used. It didn't,...it was ordinary...I don't think it's right for them to say things like that.
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 15:35, closed)
picture of a womans vagina...just an ordinary vagina with a slightly tacky tattoo...and they were all saying it looked like it stank and that it was ugly and used. It didn't,...it was ordinary...I don't think it's right for them to say things like that.
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 15:35, closed)
This was my initial reaction on seeing this question,
given that I think "toilet humour" is an oxymoron, but there have been a couple of good'uns so far.
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 16:16, closed)
given that I think "toilet humour" is an oxymoron, but there have been a couple of good'uns so far.
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 16:16, closed)
Time for a timely re-post.
Dr Shambolic, you are a twat and a bore. Note: a twat. Not a cunt, you don't deserve that, you are merely a twat, a tit, a twirling spunkledite, fluff, foam, detritus, leavings, spillings, to be swept away and forgotten. Your ridiculous, unfunny username peppers this site like Kaposi's sarcoma sores on the ass of an AIDS patient. Are you trying to 'win' the internet? If so can't we just say 'well done Dr Shambles! You've won!' so you'd just fuck off? I doubt that would work, because you incontinently crave attention like a mewling shit-nappied new-born baby.
Therefore, I really should ignore you, because indifference is the wisest option with self-obsessed knobshiners such as yourself. I, however, am not particularly wise, hence this ill-advised diatribe. But hey, what else is the internet for, if not ill-advised diatribes?
That said, I do not wish death on you, or wish to see your nearest and dearest perish in a house fire as you look on sobbing. Or have them look on sobbing as you die writhing and screaming of cancer. That shit is for amateurs! It's too easy, on the internet, to go over the top, to go for the most shocking insult. That's not my style! I wish you and yours a long and happy life!
There's just one thing I'd like you to do. One simple thing.
Turn your computer off (if you can) and go outside (again, if you can). Go to your nearest supermarket, if they will let a dribbler like you in, and purchase a big jar of pickled onions. The biggest jar you can find. If you can locate a catering-sized jar, that's great! If you can only find small jars, purchase three or four. Don't worry about the brand - it's quantity we're after, not quality.
Whilst in the supermarket, feel free to make any sundry purchases you might require. Why not? Go nuts! Even have a cup of tea and a slice of cake in their 'restaurant.' In fact, I insist you do this, and enjoy it too. Tea and cake! What's not to love?
When you get back home with your purchases, please put them all away except for the jar(s) of pickled onions. These, I want you to open. Then, I want you to undo your belt (or braces, I can see you as a braces man, fat and sweaty) and trousers. Then remove your underwear (somehow, I visualise off-white boxer shorts adorned with faded skidmarks). You may wish to kick off your shoes and socks as well. Or go totally naked! Hey, it's your house (or bedsit, I reckon), so what you get up to is your own business! No-one will see! Knock yourself out.
Then I want you to go to the jar(s) of pickled onions, take out a single pickled onion, and insert it up your ass. Right up, as far as it can go. Then, take another, and do the same. Right up. As far as it can go. Then, take another, and another, and do the same, until the jar(s) is(are) empty.
Will you do this one small thing for me?
Thanks in advance for your co-operation.
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 17:41, closed)
Dr Shambolic, you are a twat and a bore. Note: a twat. Not a cunt, you don't deserve that, you are merely a twat, a tit, a twirling spunkledite, fluff, foam, detritus, leavings, spillings, to be swept away and forgotten. Your ridiculous, unfunny username peppers this site like Kaposi's sarcoma sores on the ass of an AIDS patient. Are you trying to 'win' the internet? If so can't we just say 'well done Dr Shambles! You've won!' so you'd just fuck off? I doubt that would work, because you incontinently crave attention like a mewling shit-nappied new-born baby.
Therefore, I really should ignore you, because indifference is the wisest option with self-obsessed knobshiners such as yourself. I, however, am not particularly wise, hence this ill-advised diatribe. But hey, what else is the internet for, if not ill-advised diatribes?
That said, I do not wish death on you, or wish to see your nearest and dearest perish in a house fire as you look on sobbing. Or have them look on sobbing as you die writhing and screaming of cancer. That shit is for amateurs! It's too easy, on the internet, to go over the top, to go for the most shocking insult. That's not my style! I wish you and yours a long and happy life!
There's just one thing I'd like you to do. One simple thing.
Turn your computer off (if you can) and go outside (again, if you can). Go to your nearest supermarket, if they will let a dribbler like you in, and purchase a big jar of pickled onions. The biggest jar you can find. If you can locate a catering-sized jar, that's great! If you can only find small jars, purchase three or four. Don't worry about the brand - it's quantity we're after, not quality.
Whilst in the supermarket, feel free to make any sundry purchases you might require. Why not? Go nuts! Even have a cup of tea and a slice of cake in their 'restaurant.' In fact, I insist you do this, and enjoy it too. Tea and cake! What's not to love?
When you get back home with your purchases, please put them all away except for the jar(s) of pickled onions. These, I want you to open. Then, I want you to undo your belt (or braces, I can see you as a braces man, fat and sweaty) and trousers. Then remove your underwear (somehow, I visualise off-white boxer shorts adorned with faded skidmarks). You may wish to kick off your shoes and socks as well. Or go totally naked! Hey, it's your house (or bedsit, I reckon), so what you get up to is your own business! No-one will see! Knock yourself out.
Then I want you to go to the jar(s) of pickled onions, take out a single pickled onion, and insert it up your ass. Right up, as far as it can go. Then, take another, and do the same. Right up. As far as it can go. Then, take another, and another, and do the same, until the jar(s) is(are) empty.
Will you do this one small thing for me?
Thanks in advance for your co-operation.
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 17:41, closed)
Very deeply upset
I'm shaking with anger as I type and I can barely see the screen for hot fat tears of impotent rage
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 18:11, closed)
I'm shaking with anger as I type and I can barely see the screen for hot fat tears of impotent rage
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 18:11, closed)
Yeah. Gonna read precisely as much of that as I do all your other semi-literate fanfic.
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 18:06, closed)
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 18:06, closed)
It's highly literate
baby, you just have no taste.
And it's all true, everything I write is true.
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 18:12, closed)
baby, you just have no taste.
And it's all true, everything I write is true.
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 18:12, closed)
Yeah. Taste and literacy aren't the same thing, petal.
You'd know that if you weren't so thick and illiterate.
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 19:03, closed)
You'd know that if you weren't so thick and illiterate.
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 19:03, closed)
I doubt he is capable of following this instruction Skagra
I reckon he would just end up with pickled onions squashed all over his elbows and arms.
( , Tue 21 Jan 2014, 11:50, closed)
I reckon he would just end up with pickled onions squashed all over his elbows and arms.
( , Tue 21 Jan 2014, 11:50, closed)
Hey, at least my story about a blocked sink was truthful.
That's a rare quality on /qotw. Granted, it wasn't interesting or amusing, but you can't have it all, can you?
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 19:34, closed)
That's a rare quality on /qotw. Granted, it wasn't interesting or amusing, but you can't have it all, can you?
( , Sat 18 Jan 2014, 19:34, closed)
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