
( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:00, archived)

"start pouring me a pint of Guinness, my body will be here in a few minutes"
( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:00, archived)

please turn the air conditioning down as my scarf is extra thick today.
( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:01, archived)

The barman says
'Haha that tranny looks like Cher'
( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:05, archived)

( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:07, archived)

the bar man shouts
"Oi leave your penny farthing stunt ramps outside oh I'm so sorry Ididn't realiseitwasyourchin..."
( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:07, archived)

( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:13, archived)

The barman shouts “Oi, I don’t want no poms in ‘ere!” so Wormulus takes a step and jumps forwards, his massive, aerodynamic face elbow makes him fly around in a circle around the bar and then land again in the same spot, making some aborigines clap, excepting him as one of them.
“drinks are on me!” shouts Wormulus, and the whole bar cheered as they balanced all their drinks on his massive neck thigh.
( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:22, archived)

The barman says, "What can I get you?"
DG says, "I'll have 5 pints of ale and a pint glass full of spunk."
"Spunk?" asks the barman.
"Yes, doesn't have to be the same person's spunk. You can collect various people's spunk. But I need a pintful. I can drink the ale while I wait."
So the barman spunks into the pint glass and passes it round the pub. Eventually, all the men spunk into the glass, filling it up. DG, now pissed from the ale, is given the glass of spunk.
"Then you go." says the barman. DG thanks him and splats the contents of the glass in his face and leaves.
He staggers home. As he goes through the front door, his girlfriend is about to shout at him for being late home but is astonished to see his condition. "Oh my god! I was about to yell at you because I thought you'd gone to the pub to get pissed! What happened?"
DG grins behind all the spunk. "I was ghostbusting. One of the ghosts exploded and got ectoplasm all over me. But I'm ok."
And the punchline is... I dunno, he boffed her one up the arse or something.
( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:18, archived)

everyone screams because they think the bar is being haunted by the same scarecrow that raped the previous owners to death... or something
( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:25, archived)

but before he gets a chance to order a drink a man picks him up and uses him to pot the yellow into the top corner pocket.
( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:29, archived)

She didn't laugh, the eyeless cunt.
( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:01, archived)

She just smiled. I don't think she got it.
( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:05, archived)

I told a deaf girl a joke the other day.
She just smiled. I donOH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK ARE THOSE...? PUT THEM AWAY! PUT THEM AAAWWWWAAAY!
( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:20, archived)

( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:01, archived)

Can't you just scribble these onto notepaper and make paper planes out of them, or does everyone else in your office hate you already?
( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:01, archived)

oh wait you were probably there and saw the whole thing.
( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:03, archived)

and you respond with childish retorts. Really, how can you ever expect to let happiness into your life? It's a shame, it really is.
( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:05, archived)

I was just putting up a shield becuase I was scared of your help.
( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:07, archived)

opening up, being vulnerable, letting your defences down in the hope that a kind, friendly soul will rub your soft inner belly and tell you it'll all be ok. Well that ain't gonna happen, you stupid naive fucking prick, typing there at your keyboard all fucking la de da and sniggering to yourself as you hammer the enter key. Fuck, look at you, you're laughing at your own fucking jokes, you fucking maggot weasel pindick dysentry-smeared little cunt, fuck you, your jokes are shit, your username is shit, I don't even know who you are and I've already manipulated you into stopping it, that's how fucking pathetic and low your character is, you idiotic vapid cunt. Now piss off.
( , Mon 5 Oct 2009, 16:11, archived)