Ain't no

comedy for these boys no more.
Let's face the truth that none of it is worth it any more. I suggest that we convene up the top of the Chilterns with an effigy of Duffy Chalmers and burn him from the ringpiece through. We'll then dance on our smiling faces and shovel cocaine up our noses until blood draws from our gums and fat fluttery birds flap out from our eyes with kev's niece fluting a tune drawing tears from the inanimate Duffy.

the real comedy boys

bradshaw with hair, hoskings in his bleached phase, i'm obviously the genius behind it

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RHccxTGhvg

Comedy Boys Beware!

Think twice when posting otherwise we'll all end up with prison bars up our chuffs:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/tyne/7649231.stm

The picture.

Last night I was at a rather pleasant Thai restaurant in Guildford to celebrate a colleague and good friend's 30th birthday.

As we were sitting with a few drinks, awaiting our table, a young and attractive couple asked me if I could take their picture for them. As they explained the most basic functions of a camera; press this button here, our table was announced and my party were on their way. I was left with a sudden impulse to just zoom in on the lady's cleavage, take a picture and hand the camera back to them saying 'there yer go' before scuttling off to my meal.

Sadly I didn't. I was sober.

Let's see those bottoms

I was alone the other night so I peeled it on back and set a pint glass over my nuts and pipe. Within seconds this created a vacuum. I looked down on it through the goggly glass bottom, watching the swelling. A pint of cock was all mine after twenty or so minutes. A pint I could never, sadly, drink.

electric retard

http://www.electricretard.com/0001.html

if all else fails... we can always fall back on this.