Reading some of these stories
It's the 'stay at home' berks who are the real idiots. Some people brave the outdoors, get hurt, get rashes and burns and colds and lice and scrapes, bruises and fall down mountains, slip into rivers, lose tents to gale force winds, poo in their hoods and wake up in all sorts of situations involving animals, plants, locals and environments.

I salute you people.

But those who cry over a damp sleeping bag or a wasp in your buttie or a centipede in your hair and then never, ever venture outdoors again just because you had to poo in a bush, you're the real fuckers who will dissolve our evolutionary sturdiness should the shit ever hit the fan. Fuckers.
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Tue 3 Apr 2012, 3:52, 5 replies)

I will eat them when the time comes.
The end is nigh.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Tue 3 Apr 2012, 3:58, closed)

You don't know the whole story.
My tea was cold and powdered milk tastes horrid.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Tue 3 Apr 2012, 7:54, closed)

I think you just described
the inhabitants of the Golgafrincham Arks.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Tue 3 Apr 2012, 8:33, closed)

Thanks for sharing
that with us.

Next time I'm sipping am expresso and eating a croissant beside the pool at my villa in Mustique, I shall think about what you say carefully.
(username failed moderation, Tue 3 Apr 2012, 8:41, closed)

"There are new soft winters, for the new soft people."

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 3 Apr 2012, 10:16, closed)