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2011-12-14 04:59:39 PM  

bedonkadonk: $10,000 smackeroonies says this goes to a TF'er. Wanna bet?
2011-12-14 04:59:44 PM
2011-12-14 05:00:02 PM  
trying again Link (new window)
2011-12-14 05:00:03 PM  
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2011-12-14 05:01:07 PM  
I put ketchup on my ketchup like some people seek butthurt in their butthurt.
2011-12-14 05:01:13 PM  
After all the food in this thread... it's getting stinky.
2011-12-14 05:01:16 PM  
gimmie gimmie gimmie
2011-12-14 05:01:23 PM
2011-12-14 05:01:27 PM  
Yes I quite agree with you, I mean what's the point of being treated like a sheep, I mean I'm fed up with going abroad and being treated like a sheep, what's the point of being carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Boventry in their cloth caps and their cardigans and their transistor radios and their 'Sunday Mirrors', complaining about the tea, 'Oh they don't make it properly here do they not like at home' stopping at Majorcan bodegas, selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamares and two veg and sitting in cotton sun frocks squirting Timothy White's suncream all over their puffy raw swollen purulent flesh cos they 'overdid it on the first day'! And being herded into endless Hotel Miramars and Bellvueses and Bontinentals with their international luxury modern roomettes and their Watney's Red Barrel and their swimming pools full of fat German businessmen pretending they're acrobats and forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging in to the queues and if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss your bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, the first item on the menu of International Cuisine, and every Thursday night there's a bloody cabaret in the bar featuring some tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some big fat bloated tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners. And then some adenoidal typists from Birmingham with diarrhoea and flabby white legs and hairy bandy-legged wop waiters called Manuel, and then, once a week there's an excursion to the local Roman ruins where you can buy cherryade and melted ice cream and bleedin' Watney's Red Barrel, and one night they take you to a local restaurant with local colour and colouring and they show you there and you sit next to a party of people from Rhyl who keeps singing 'Torremolinos, Torremolinos' and complaining about the food - 'Oh! It's so greasy isn't it?' and then you get cornered by some drunken greengrocer from Luton with an Instamatic and Dr Scholl sandals and last Tuesday's 'Daily Express' and he drones on and on and on about how Mr. Smith should be running this country and how many languages Enoch Powell can speak and then he throws up all over the Cuba Libres. And sending tinted postcards of places they don't know they haven't even visited, 'to all at number 22, weather wonderful, our room is marked with an "X". Wish you were here. Food very greasy but we have managed to find this marvellous little place hidden away in the back streets. Where you can even get Watney's Red Barrel and cheese and onion crisps and the accordionist plays "Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner"' and spending four days on the tarmac at Luton airport on a five-day package tour with nothing to eat but dried Watney's sandwhiches.......and there's nowhere to sleep and the kids are vomitting and throwing up on the plastic flowers and they keep telling you it'll only be another hour although your plane is still in Iceland waiting to take some Swedes to Yugoslavia before it can pick you up on the tarmac at 3 a.m. in the bloody morning and you sit on the tarmac till six because of 'unforeseen difficulties'. i.e. the permanent strike of Air Traffic Control in Paris, and nobody can go to the lavatory until you take off at eight, and when you get to Malaga airport everybody's swallowing Enterovioform tablets and queuing for the toilets and when you finally get to the hotel, there's no water in the taps, there's no water in the pool, there's no water in the bog and there's a bleeding lizard in the bidet, and half the rooms are double-booked and you can't sleep anyway... ...and the Spanish Tourist Board promises you that the raging cholera epidemic is merely a case of mild Spanish tummy, like the last outbreak of Spanish tummy in 1660 which killed half London and decimated Europe, and meanwhile the bloody Guardia are busy arresting sixteen-year-olds for kissing in the streets and shooting anyone under nineteen who doesn't like Franco...
2011-12-14 05:01:35 PM  

daRog: I'm just gonna leave this here.

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god damnit i'm angry at you for making me have to scroll all the way back up that just to vote for you.
2011-12-14 05:01:45 PM
2011-12-14 05:01:54 PM
2011-12-14 05:01:56 PM  
Anyone who votes for this post earns one free bj.
2011-12-14 05:02:14 PM

Post? What post?
2011-12-14 05:02:42 PM
2011-12-14 05:02:43 PM
2011-12-14 05:02:46 PM
2011-12-14 05:02:46 PM  

/miss me yet?

Oh HELL no
2011-12-14 05:03:13 PM
2011-12-14 05:03:14 PM
2011-12-14 05:04:04 PM
2011-12-14 05:04:10 PM

2011-12-14 05:04:10 PM
2011-12-14 05:04:55 PM

Did you know....?

They're sisters
2011-12-14 05:05:06 PM
2011-12-14 05:05:14 PM
2011-12-14 05:05:20 PM
2011-12-14 05:05:36 PM  
2011-12-14 05:05:38 PM  
And I'm not even close to my post count in the last one.
2011-12-14 05:05:55 PM
2011-12-14 05:06:05 PM  
My Dorkopotamus, doing what she does best.
2011-12-14 05:06:22 PM
2011-12-14 05:06:24 PM
2011-12-14 05:06:25 PM  
Hard work is hard.
2011-12-14 05:06:43 PM  

Salem Witch: envirovore: Salem Witch: envirovore: I'm sure this will be an entertaining read when I return from the bar.

You're at the bar now?

Oh please have one for me, my friend.

Will do. Will a Saranac Big Moose Ale be fine?

Mmmmmmm. That will be fantastic.


I can up it to a Troegs Mad Elf, Arrogant Bastard, Dogfish Head Hellhound, or 3Heads The Kind.
2011-12-14 05:06:52 PM
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