I have a recently developed ritual where every time I see something to do with the Krankies posted on links
I make the sign of the cross and thank my lucky stars that the story didn't break the week before during the 'Biggest Sexual Regret' QOTW so I didn't have to read a load of made up felching/rimming/fisting/scat/watersports/double penetration stories involving B3tards and the deeply unsettling father/son,husband/wife duo in some seedy Glaswegian swinger's club.
(FartThroughAWalkieTalkie wished you were dead in ditch on, Wed 21 Dec 2011, 10:54, 5 replies)

Give your mum my best
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Wed 21 Dec 2011, 11:02, closed)

Uff.
Finished.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 21 Dec 2011, 11:04, closed)

^Kranking on the internet^

( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Wed 21 Dec 2011, 11:24, closed)

Please.
Shanking.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 21 Dec 2011, 11:26, closed)

Can you imagine her
squirting out a vast, almost black cable of rancid ordure, all over your chest?

I'm thinking that it's the morning after a barbecue, where she ate a pound and a half of improperly stored squid, which had just started to go off.

Imagine, rubbing the shite into your skin, and picking the peices of undigested cephlapod out and chewing thoughfully on them while making appreciative murmuring sounds.
(username failed moderation, Wed 21 Dec 2011, 11:25, closed)