Geeze came back expecting some serious OTT stuff and all there is is Cannon & Ball fodder cum on girls,,,, or in them
Don't do it Mighty,call the Samaritans or you never know millwall might improve........... ermmmmmmmm.ok well call the Samaritans.
did that Chesh but they were all busy apparently trying to cope with an overflux of calls from Bermondsey (and germany)
School holidays aint it... Im out noncing... No one want to hear the conclusion of my joke? I thought this was my show?!?!
as to the question, wallies a good laugh(but no one likes them) festa,pathetic bunch of humourless gits, west ham,are any on here apart from showoff? go on cunning tell us the punch line.
Myra Hindley is walking through the Yorkshire Moors one night, hand-in-hand with a little boy. “I’m scared,” moaned the boy. “You’re scared!” she replied. “I have to walk back on my own.” How does an Yorkshire mother know her daughter is having her period. Her son’s dick tastes funny. A man is sitting in a bar looking depressed when a woman approaches and asks him what’s wrong. He tells her sadly that his girlfriend just left him and, after some pressuring, admits that it was because he was just too kinky for her. “What a coincidence!” exclamimed the woman. “My boyfriend just left me for the same reason.” The two hit it off and, after a few drinks, decided to go back to her place as it was nearest. The woman left the man alone in the living room and disappeared into the bedroom. After ten minutes she reappeared dressed in full leather and chains, with whip and ballgag in hand only to see the man about to leave. “Where are you going?” she asked. “I thought you were kinky.” “I am,” he replied. “I ****ed your cat and just took a **** in your purse. I’m off home now.” A mother is preparing dessert for after a family meal when her young son comes running in breathless. “Mum! Mum! Quick! Granny is playing with her shrimp!” The mother, confused, follows the boy back into the dining room and sees the kid’s grandmother furiously fingering herself. “Ah!” said the mother. “Well, that’s not a shrimp. That’s actually called a ‘vagina’” “Oh!” said the boy. “It certainly tasted like shrimp.”
