There once was a fella called Roger, The man was a reet salad dodger. He was so big and round, That his moobs touched the ground, And he fired hazelnuts from his todger... Don't even ask....
Well, if we need to make speaches and beg for votes, I can beg. BB, loads of money, DJ, in travel industry, man of the people, bollicks......no vote Roger, lives abroad (tax exile) swears a lot, man of the people, never. Malbranque fella, never heard of him. The main man, man of the people, dog lover, used to pay his taxes, satisfier of all(sexually),man of the people, I AM THE ****ING PEOPLE. VOTE FOR CYPRUS
Ha. So me and Rog are penalised for being moderately successful and not having a slightly worrying relationship with a k9?? Hmmm.
I am the only one who still lives amongst his people, ****ing divorces did that, so I am the one to vote for, but nobody is. Common bastards
Can I claim the copyright on this thread? I'm gonna make a ****ing fortune selling this to Roy Chubby Brown! Gerrin!!!
Two MACKEMS are talking in the pub and one turns to the other, saying, “Now, BB, if I should die first, will you pour a bottle of the finest malt whisky over my grave?” “That I will,” says BB, “but do you mind if it goes through my kidneys first?”
Hey, For all i live in Newcastle, this whole building is rammed full of Mackems (and chinese, admittedly), there's a good squad of us leave here on a matchday. I'm not aware of a single Geordie living in the building, how peculiar is that. I'm sure there is a few like... Or maybe they live in the cheap bits....
How many Rogers does it take to change a lightbulb? '**** that i'm busy swearing and boning hookers' Said Roger
Aye there's the fella who fetches parcels up in the lift like, he doesn't live here as such, but he has a large cupboard in the front with a heater in it...
It was the day of the the Arsenal match to London. After half an hour on the coach, Syd had to get up to go to the toilet. On the way back to his seat, the bus lurched and he was thrown onto the lap of an old woman, accidentally putting his hand on her huge breast as he tried to save himself. “I’m so very sorry,” he stammered, “but if your heart is as big as your breast, I’ll see you in heaven.” She replied, “Oh no, Syd, if your willy’s as hard as I think it is, I’ll see you in the hotel.”
What does an 20-year-old skunk lass have between her knees that a 20-year-old makem lass doesn’t? Her nipples.