As a kid, I used to run around with a ****ty stick in my hand, waving it under people's noses and putting it in their ears. I must have been immune to dog matter back then, but now the very thought of it makes me retch violently. The same can be said for liquorice, handfuls of butter, and slugs.
The Scouse accent, Liverpool football team, the Beatles, any country which is bordered by France, Germany, the Netherlands and Luxembourg butter
I once watched some Japanese porn of birds felching a bucket load of spunk and consequently vomited. Have to say I felt ashamed of myself. Quite why I'm telling you all I don't know. Got woke up at 5am the other day by the sound of my dog vomiting. I went to her aid only to be faced with the sight of her spewing up a pair of my mrs's knickers. I then proceeded to throw up too.
What's wrong with Belgium? The French-speaking part I can understand, but the Flemish bit is excellent.
Get yourself on one of them daytime shows where they bring in local estate agents to do the before and after. Just so we can have a shufty at yer coupon.
