One of these things is not like the others, One of these things just doesn't belong, Can you tell which thing is not like the others By the time I finish my song?
is number two taking a shit on his gorgeous custom kitchen cabinets? oh no, i see, he lifted his leggy appendage so that we might all be able to gaze at his gaze-able other appendage.....and he has a thing around his "something" to make it all more....what's the word i want.....larger! seems to be working just fine.
Oh lordy, #2 is wearing socks and sandals... and I have no idea how he can even find his willie under that belly.
#3 seriously looks like someone I knew many years ago... no, not like that! A neighbour, whom I never saw naked... but the beard and hat really make him look like Goerge. I never knew he did internet porno...
Puff on my tragic dragon limp by the tummy, He frolicks in the kitchen mess with a man called Homer Lee, Little Jackie Raper loved that rascal Puff, And bought him drinks and amphetamines and other fancy stuff. Oh!
A dragon lives forever but not so little boys Painful things and hemorrhagic rings make way for other toys. One grey night it happened, Jackie Raper came no more And Puff that tragic dragon, kicked his ass right out the door HEY!
1. Harry, by virtue of my superior wandage and deeply under the influence of this pipeload of Cannabis Indica 'AK47', I am pleased to inform you that its time to bend over and grab your magic ankles, my boy.
2. Hopes that the ad reps from Captain Morgan will see this. (And describe it to him. Because he hasn't seen it since 1984.)
3. LONG haul trucker, dammit. Drives the BIG RIGS. Likes a FULL LOAD. Come ride his PETERBILT. etc.
How about some Tolstoy? War and Peace shouldn't take to long?
*ahem
"WELL, PRINCE, Genoa and Lucca are now no more than private estates of the Bonaparte family. No, I warn you, that if you do not tell me we are at war, if you again allow yourself to palliate all the infamies and atrocities of this Antichrist (upon my word, I believe he is), I don't know you in future, you are no longer my friend, no longer my faithful slave, as you say.
There, how do you do, how do you do? I see I'm scaring you, sit down and talk to me."
Goodness me Mr Coppens!!! This is all coming through on my email. I tick the box you see. I like to keep abreast of things. So yes I am here. Hello! Sx
BLOGNAPPING!I love blognapping. Did I tell you about all my tomatoes? Because I have a metric shitton of goddangedy freakin' tomatoes. Holy SNOT. Seriously. Tomatoes.
Secret hint of de day: If you don't want all that emailage, DE-click that little boxy. See, then Google wont stuff your mailbox full of ripe, ready, heaving, turgid MAIL. Throbbing. Slithering, flopping. Yeah.
And this one time, at Band camp? I processed 40 lbs of tomatoes, and the counsellors got busted in the woods naked with one of the campers. and a saxaphone.
DID YOU KNOW: 40 pounds of tomatoes cooks down to one gallon of finished tomato sauce? It does.
YAY FIRST
ReplyDeleteLICK MY CRACK LOSERS
***Does Dance***
Is number two letting one loose ???
ReplyDeleteBefore anyone says anything, the middle one is not me.
ReplyDeleteYou know, I rather like that first fellow. Really.
ReplyDeleteBeast, I'm not licking anyone's crack.
ReplyDeleteGinro, sure it's not you.
Leah, what happened to Severus??!!
BTW, I think smoking is a disgusting habit.
Oh Daddy!
ReplyDeleteThat'll be a pipe full of rough shag then.
ReplyDelete“Bachelor number 1, please describe your idea of a romantic evening?”
ReplyDelete“First I like to peel off my trousers then climb onto my heated blanket, tug my winkie and take nude photo’s while smoking hash.”
“Bachelor number two, please describe your idea of a romantic evening?”
“I enjoy washing dishes in the nude wearing socks with sandals and lifting my fat upper pubic area in search of my tiny winkie while smoking hash.”
“Bachelor number three, please describe your idea of a romantic evening?”
“I like to get naked and lay about my bed sticking things up my butt then smelling my fingers and playing with my tiny winkie while smoking hash.”
One of these things is not like the others,
ReplyDeleteOne of these things just doesn't belong,
Can you tell which thing is not like the others
By the time I finish my song?
Uh, guy #2 doesn't "dress left" like the others?
those pics will put a person off smoking for sure! xoxoxo
ReplyDeleteis number two taking a shit on his gorgeous custom kitchen cabinets? oh no, i see, he lifted his leggy appendage so that we might all be able to gaze at his gaze-able other appendage.....and he has a thing around his "something" to make it all more....what's the word i want.....larger! seems to be working just fine.
ReplyDeletePic #1--Is that a baby monitor hanging off the headboard?
ReplyDeletePic #2--This lady is at that stage in her life where she doesn't give a damn what she wears anymore and is experiencing hot flashes.
Pic #3--Is a trucker looking to unload on his day off--likes picnics, Stephen King, and country&western music.
Oh lordy, #2 is wearing socks and sandals... and I have no idea how he can even find his willie under that belly.
ReplyDelete#3 seriously looks like someone I knew many years ago... no, not like that! A neighbour, whom I never saw naked... but the beard and hat really make him look like Goerge. I never knew he did internet porno...
the first dude is left handed, right?
ReplyDeleteThese people have way too many issues - and it smells nasty.
ReplyDeleteSomebody get me out of here!
Puff on my tragic dragon limp by the tummy,
ReplyDeleteHe frolicks in the kitchen mess with a man called Homer Lee,
Little Jackie Raper loved that rascal Puff,
And bought him drinks and amphetamines and other fancy stuff. Oh!
A dragon lives forever but not so little boys
Painful things and hemorrhagic rings make way for other toys.
One grey night it happened, Jackie Raper came no more
And Puff that tragic dragon, kicked his ass right out the door
HEY!
No 2
ReplyDeleteSocks and sandals?
I'm surprised at you MJ - standards are slipping.
I hope they don't get too frisky with their pipe cleaners.
ReplyDeleteSx
#1. I bet he's got net curtains and pampas grass in his estate house.
ReplyDelete#2 German or Dutch...just letting one rip. I'm not eating cake in his household. No way.
#3 Tiny. The trucker dude.
CyberPete, I think it's time for some of Ms Boxer's vodka. These pictures are too much for wine.
I am quite sure those aren't the only pipes they've smoked. AWW SNAP!
ReplyDeleteWil Harrison.com
I'm on onboard with that Roses
ReplyDeleteBITCHES: The staff here at Infomaniac would like to point out that licking Beast’s crack is totally unnecessary.
ReplyDeleteDo not give in to peer pressure.
Just say no to crack-licking.
Unless you enjoy that type of thing, of course.
Urrrgh. Filthy cunts.
ReplyDeleteI'd rather smoke my own shite than a pipe.
And I reckon the middle one is Ginro.
1. Harry, by virtue of my superior wandage and deeply under the influence of this pipeload of Cannabis Indica 'AK47', I am pleased to inform you that its time to bend over and grab your magic ankles, my boy.
ReplyDelete2. Hopes that the ad reps from Captain Morgan will see this. (And describe it to him. Because he hasn't seen it since 1984.)
3. LONG haul trucker, dammit. Drives the BIG RIGS. Likes a FULL LOAD. Come ride his PETERBILT.
etc.
tomatoes
ReplyDeleteNATIONS dahling are you back?
ReplyDeleteI hear you have lov-aly bunch of tomatos (short a)
ReplyDeletethere they are stand-in in a row
big ones, small ones
some as big as y'er 'ead...
give 'em a twist a flick-o-the wrist
ReplyDeletethat's wot the German said
OYE!
I'm up for a good-ol-fashion blognapping..
ReplyDeletewhat say you?
ahem....
ReplyDelete"It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times;
it ws the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness;
it was the epoch of belief,
it was the epoch of incredulity;
it was the season of Light,
it was the season of Darkness;
it was the spring of hope,
it was the winter of despair;
we had everything before us,
we had nothing before us;
we were all going directly to Filthy Friday,
we were all going the other way."
*sips coffee
How about some Tolstoy?
ReplyDeleteWar and Peace shouldn't take to long?
*ahem
"WELL, PRINCE, Genoa and Lucca are now no more than private estates of the Bonaparte family.
No, I warn you, that if you do not tell me we are at war, if you again allow yourself to palliate all the infamies and atrocities of this Antichrist (upon my word, I believe he is), I don't know you in future, you are no longer my friend, no longer my faithful slave, as you say.
There, how do you do, how do you do? I see I'm scaring you, sit down and talk to me."
awoooooooo-woo-woo-wooooo
ReplyDeleteWhere is everybody?
Did I miss the Rapture or what?
Goodness me Mr Coppens!!! This is all coming through on my email. I tick the box you see. I like to keep abreast of things. So yes I am here. Hello!
ReplyDeleteSx
Typical bloke, buggers off as soon as he gets a response...
ReplyDeleteSx
I'm all ears
ReplyDeleteand apparently all yours :)
Blognapping is waaay easier than hosting a comment orgy innit?
ReplyDeleteWhat's blognapping... blimey giv'us a chance to reply...
ReplyDeleteSx
Let's hit 50 before she regains consciousness!
ReplyDeleteI can do that.
ReplyDeleteSx
Get the bloody cat off the bloody keyboard and start bloody tapping!!
ReplyDeleteSo, what are you doing?
ReplyDeleteI'm one fingered I'm afraid...
ReplyDeleteThat's why I'm here all the time..
ReplyDeleteSeen any good movies lately?
ReplyDeleteAnd patience is a vitue...
ReplyDeleteArrrrgggghhh...
ReplyDeleteOh Dear...Industrial accident?
ReplyDeleteI can't remember wot is was called but it was good.
ReplyDelete...got stuck up my nose...
ReplyDeleteThe opposite of talking isn't listening,
ReplyDeleteit's waiting!
...not the movie... the finger..
ReplyDeleteIs that it then?
ReplyDeleteWaiting for good-though
ReplyDeletea-ha ha ha
I think I've climaxed.
ReplyDeleteSx
How tall are you in heels?
ReplyDeleteand don't give me that sensible heel BS!
ReplyDeleteClimaxed?
ReplyDeleteI'm just getting going :)
oh crap I think I hear MJ!!!
Let's hit 60 and bugger off?
ReplyDeleteIn heels: 5ft 2"
ReplyDeleteWow "one fingering" takes all day doesn't it?
ReplyDelete...Excuse me whilst I have a faf break... [too much excitement]
ReplyDelete...or even a fag break...
ReplyDeleteSx
5'2" is perfect!
ReplyDelete...4ft 11" in stockings..
ReplyDeletetoodles
ReplyDeleteand thanks for being my scapegoat and alibi..heh heh heh
mwuah!
Does MJ mind about blognapping - will I get told off?
ReplyDeleteSx
4'11"
ReplyDelete*drools
Oops?
ReplyDeleteSx
Hell no, She will get more money from her advertisers!
ReplyDeleteWait, does she have any advertisers?
I MUST have that fag now.
ReplyDeleteSx
F*%#!
ReplyDeleteIt's going to take me forfroickinever to delete all of these..dammit!
OK arf veederzane!
ReplyDeleteAnyhow, s'nuff about pipe smoking.
ReplyDeleteSx
BLOGNAPPING!I love blognapping.
ReplyDeleteDid I tell you about all my tomatoes? Because I have a metric shitton of goddangedy freakin' tomatoes. Holy SNOT.
Seriously.
Tomatoes.
Secret hint of de day: If you don't want all that emailage, DE-click that little boxy. See, then Google wont stuff your mailbox full of ripe, ready, heaving, turgid MAIL. Throbbing. Slithering, flopping.
ReplyDeleteYeah.
I've mentioned my tomatoes, right? Because, yeah.
ReplyDeletetomatoes.
And this one time, at Band camp? I processed 40 lbs of tomatoes, and the counsellors got busted in the woods naked with one of the campers. and a saxaphone.
ReplyDeleteDID YOU KNOW: 40 pounds of tomatoes cooks down to one gallon of finished tomato sauce? It does.
I'm still pleased I click the box!
ReplyDeleteSx
Toma Toes? Something like Toma Hawk?
ReplyDeleteIt all seems so very English for some reason.
ReplyDeleteOhlalalalalalalalaaaa
ReplyDeleteqhatver happened ti the lovely mssus Scarlet and donnnnnn hotstuff?
Toma hawk? Is that the nerdy bit lovely scateborder fella?
ReplyDeleteCome join the party, it's a celebration. Come on party with you........
ReplyDeleteFell my temperture rising da da da I will loose comtrp... Dada wisper in ypr year an inviatio. To the dance of life
ReplyDeleteMy grandad use to let me have a sly suck on his calabash when I was a young boy. Halcyon days.
ReplyDeleteDönn on speed?
ReplyDeletePhooooowar!!!!!
ReplyDeleteShow us your ripe tomatos Miss FN.
BITCHES: Damn you all to hell you blognapping bastards!
ReplyDeleteWe shall be beefing up security immediately.
Eeek! Nudie rudie photos in the kitchen? blech! But, he's smoking inside too, so obviously there is NO DECORUM in that house!
ReplyDelete