Aint no fun waiting round to be a logistics magnate

Fly my prettys... FLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

From the Gorbells to Vienna

Praise the turd that's hardly heard
The dull thud that preceeds a clean sheet.
Feel no repulsion over it's expulsion
rather, reflect on nature's neat feat

Eggs (hen's)

Authorities powerless to prevent the milking of an old man

the end remains nigh

Ha ha... thick ears

I like that game that they play.. that one where the guy getts knocked over then the other guy hits him in the face just the right amount of times before the 'referee' says it's time to stop hitting the one on the floor. It is like gladiators... not the one with shadow and jett and ulrica jonestown... no no no... the one with the guy lay down while the stood up man knocks all his teeth out

Chocolate, Jesus, Al Qaeda, Diet, Celebrity, Charlie Sheen

Search engine goader

Be a smarty and party with Marty

Lord Byron would blush

Here is a picture of such saucy content that I have been ordered, nay... COMMANDED by the whole of europe (a bunch not short on the owd muckiness themselves) to blank out all but the parts with the least rudies.... this is all that was left

counting backwards from 12

Catch a boat to england baby, maybe to spain

go for it ... and so on

that phrase is back to haunt me

'let's do this'... oh my, how do I despise thee... let me count the ways