There has only been ladies' puntsphere so far.
The opening ceremony is somewhat unconventionally tardy this time around and is on Friday night.
I imagine all the cool stuff goes on after that or something else.
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There has only been ladies' puntsphere so far.
The opening ceremony is somewhat unconventionally tardy this time around and is on Friday night.
I imagine all the cool stuff goes on after that or something else.
Quality mistake. I presume the Brazzillion wymyn's puntsphere team is hawt.
It's that time of the month, I'm in fucking agony and in a foul mood.
This should be a good day.
Sup
How is that going to help anything?
I knew it.
So what about it?
I'll send you some evening primrose oil as a deal sweetner :smilie4:
No more pics will be forthcoming until I see a decent peen pic.
Mbm's got a good one where he's lying down on the bed and his wife took a picture of him from the bottom. The angle made his cawk look positvely elephantine.
Will that do?
No, manker peen is the only accepted currency these days.
Fine. Go and ask squeams for a picture of her hairy nipples then :snooty:
:lol: Ouch!
If there's one thing I cannot abide it's moths. My stomach goes into spasm whenever one of the horrible cunts flaps into view. A couple of hours ago I laid waste to the biggest one I've ever seen. It was the size of a small hummingbird with none of the charm. It scared the fuck right out of me, so I battered it with a slipper and ran away.
Gathering some resolve I went into the bathroom just now, where its corpse still reposed, still fucking horrific, but infinitely more manageable. As I tried to scoop the fucker up in a dustpan a plume of fungal dust puffed up and these wee mite things scampered away. I nearly fucking vomited. Tried to flush the moth down the bog but it won't go. It just swirls like an abandoned mine and threatens to bite my arse if I go for a shite. Woe is me.
True story.
Update to moth situation: Pleased to report the moth is now headed towards the Atlantic.
Moth haters take note. A moth of hummingbird magnitude requires at least two pisses directly to the moth face and four fervent flushes to nullify the threat.
This has been a public service announcement, youse cunts.
You may regret this needless cruelty when your brother dies and is no doubt reincarnated as a lower life form.
Don't you watch horror movies, chalice? PsychoMoth can't be killed by normal slippers, and piss just makes him grow. His body is resurrecting right now at the first bend of the toilet, and he (she as you will soon learn as those "mites" were actually her offspring for the sequels) will be biting your rectum as soon as you've had a few too many drinks and take a seat.
The wisest thing you can do is burn the house to the ground and have a priest use some ancient artifact (sure, you are in Ireland, but which one sends this moth back to Hell?) to purify the grounds.
Yeah.
Some day we'll meet and I can experience your medication too.
I had read your tale of Mothra to my wife- especially since I had been so "clever" in my reply. I added your response. Without skipping a beat, she replied, "You know, he probably has a point. Hehehe."
Later, I'll beat her with a whiskey bottle in your honor. :dry:
Yeah, well. I don't like moths. Get the moths to sue me or something.
In other news, hiya mbm's missus. You're obviously an excellent woman of poor taste to the max.
Wee mite things ... are you sure :eyebrows:
They just fly into anything bright and die. How did they continue as a species once man mastered fire. They disprove Darwin.
And also; you big girl.
If moths have parasites, I might have to revisit my stance on not giving a fuck about them. Catching one of the stupid creatures in my hands, blowing into one end of my hand prison and letting the moth surf my breath into the face of a nearby girl has won me many admirers over the years.
Might have to rethink that.
Moths are rotten.com to the max, mate. Be like me and hide from them.
They're extra-special ugly, giving off death at every fatal flap. Bunch of horrible cunts.
Sign up.
If I only had known about this affliction of yours before I sent you a dildo shaped USB lava lamp.
I can't hate them, mate. They're the Allen of the insect world. You don't see a single sign for months and then all of a sudden; everywhere.
A tiny head banging relentlessly and contentedly against your shiniest dap.
What about butterflies.
Do you like butterflies :eyebrows:
Butterflies are a daytime dalliance. Pretty and easily destroyed. A bit like Skweeks in that regard.
They don't scare me. It's the dust that gathers on the moths' wings. It's symbolic of an accumulation of death.
I also have an aversion to creatures with cloven hooves. It's a catholic thing I'll never shake despite its ridiculousness.
:dry:
Intermezzo:
Just watching Family Guy and they came out with this:
'Her fists are so deadly she's not even allowed to be a lesbian'
Fan-tastic
PS: Chavis, I know what you are thinking. And no.
Jebus, tell me what I'm thinking then as I hardly know myself.
If you have to infer what I'm thinking then I'm doing all this whole communication thing wrong, innit.
What an odd succession of words.
I always look for logic where there clearly is none. Like spiders. I have no idea why girls are frightened of spiders.
Aversion therapy is the only way forward.
Let's have a spliff in a field surrounded by goats and pigs, the scene lit with a single candle such that moths converge on us regularly and suddenly out of the darkness.
Skweeky can come too. We'll strip her and cover her in spiders.
Two for one.
Is this part of the tutelage?