S.W.A.L.K

'Barrie' for the win
That fills his life
Time for his fake stories
about him and his wife

 

Groves a pedo
Tinas a dyke,
Along came BC,
And gave me a like

 

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I am dyslexic
So this poem does not rhyme

 

Gambol has previous
For ****ing on settees
Look out ER
He might soil your dungarees

 

Barrie has won
I'm for the off
I can't be ****ed
Time for a scoff

 

YYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Menshys all round!!!!!

 

Looks like Pud's beat,
And Baz has won again,
I lie about my wife,
As I actually like men

 

Please don't be going,
To that greasy diner,
It'll play havoc,
With your angina.

 

With a fine pair of tits
And a beard full in bristle
Tina was the first transsexual
To sign for Partick Thistle

 

Aldo's thread has been highjacked
By Baz and fat Pud
It was so romantic
Until they started flinging mud

They act all aggressive
All bitterness and hate
All the time in PMs
They're arranging a date.

Now Puds oiling up
And Barrie's having a shave
Back, sack and crack
He's big Puds anal slave.

They'll be back on tomorrow
To continue this farce
But everyone knows
Baz tounges big Puds arse.

 

Pud PMd me
He's immigrating via Dover,
I'm afraid to say
For him the Chase is over.

 

@A.L.D.O 4.1 Change the title of this thread to 'Solid Banter' and do us all a favour.

 

Barrie and Pud
They make love when they can
Just like the homosexual wrestling scene in
Borat; cultural learnings of America for make benefit glorious nation of Kazakhstan

 

Can we not all just play nice

Think of chegwin

 

Cheggers Plays Pape iirc.

 

I had the misfortune of meeting Roy Keane about twelve years ago at the Pitsea Boat Museum, near to Wat Tyler Park in Essex. He was playing on one those radio-controlled boat games, the ones with the mini wheels to steer, and the plastic lighthouses and tunnels to navigate around and through.
He was controlling a little red number and giving it plenty of large, so I stuck my 20p into the slot and took the helm of a speedy-looking green vessel. But Keane just carried on bustling about, barging other boats and generally bossing the naval arena.
I stepped up to the mark, though, and came in heavy on his starboard bow, knocking him off course and sending his vessel screeching into the alabaster atoll.
He went ape-**** and offered me outside for a scuff. 'Come on, ya feckin' ****,' he raged. 'Let's do this outside, and I 'll kick ya feckin' **** off.'
I laughed in the face of this posturing gargoyle: 'I ain't gonna fight a man who looks like he's had a record melted onto his head,' I retorted.
'Fair enough,' said Keane, and we carried on playing till the museum shut.

 

Lol random ^

 

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of twats in green twills,
Sh.itfaced on Buckfast, beneath the trees,
Being serviced by Tina, on her knees

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the Celtic Park way,
Ten thousand I saw or maybe more
Tossing their chubbies into her gaping maw

The Huns beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
Aldo could not but be gay,
In such jakey company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In a wife battering mood,
They flash upon that old Japs eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
With another pint of Holsten Pils

Aldo Wordsworth 1802

 

Roses are red
Dev is small
Soon there'll be
No protestants at all

 

yayy, menshy