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Shoutbox Archive
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14 May 2010 19:47
TheDoode
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And how shall it proved? Well, they could look up that tree in Rutland.
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14 May 2010 19:45
Evil One
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If we lose, I'll be chopped into pieces. My arm'll end up in Essex, my torso in Norfolk and my genitalia stuck up a tree somewhere in Rutland.
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14 May 2010 19:20
TheDoode
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Thank you, Darling.
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14 May 2010 19:11
Evil One
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It was a very sharp piece of mango...
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14 May 2010 18:45
daveake
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One in each nostril, perhaps. "wibble"
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14 May 2010 18:37
TheDoode
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That is the question.
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14 May 2010 18:32
daveake
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2B or HB?
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14 May 2010 18:29
Evil One
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I believe the phrase rhymes with 'clacking bell'
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14 May 2010 18:28
TheDoode
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It better had be, or eternity in the company of Beelzebub, and all his hellish instruments of death, will be a picnic compared to five minutes with me... and this pencil.
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14 May 2010 18:22
daveake
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Is your bosom free of arses?
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