The chronicles of Ruin, continued.
Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do.
Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here.
10 September 2009 22:59
Shall we get the bleedin obvious out of the way first?"serious face...serious face...serious face...phwoooarr, bloody great big horn, and I gottit, baby...serious face...serious face..."v./
Boris: "Whoever persuaded me to stand here with this, and then expose myself to the acid wit of the Ismaelites, well you can forget invites to my Christmas party, and no knighthoods in the New Year honours."
"si monumentum...ah, monumental horn, even, aha, ahem...requiris, ah, circum - some might say spaff incontinently, ah, spice..."v./
"I'll prick your balloon, Helen Morgan le Fay, with my mighty er er long sharp thing."
one of those embarrassing moments at customs
fuck me, take a drag on that
just a little something for brigitte to strap on, monsieur le président
it gives one such a deep sense of history to hold hitler's cryonically preserved nob
They don't like it up 'em.https://external-content.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fworldanimalsvoice.files.wordpress.com%2F2019%2F05%2Fmatador-am-arsch-gespitzt-jpg.jpg%3Fw%3D845&f=1&nofb=1
i have nothing to declare but my phallusand i don't know anything about the tiger, honest
are you sure this is the right hypodermic for the jab, nurse?
is this a left-over from cummings' packed lunch which i see before me?
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