Re the the Turks and Kebabs, I heard that Kebabs were actually invented in Manchester by a bar owner who had some old lamb he and some squashed bread he didn't know what to do with...
You forgot to mention the preternatural virility of New Zealand blokes.
I'm starting to worry that readers might suspect that I'm some kind of secret cock-farmer.
The scuddy-women images are certainly a pleasant change from those of Ken Livingston, Boris Johnson and Paul McCartney. But the thought that you had posted those previous images because of some depraved sexual attraction to them had never crossed my mind.
Now it has crossed my mind, without even bothering to take its gumboots off, and I have to say that it left a trail of muddy footprints all the way into my hypothalamus.
You forgot to mention the preternatural virility of New Zealand blokes.
Wait a minute... You're saying you have blokes in New Zealand?
I thought it was just yourself, Sonic and a load of Lord of the Rings tourists in rubbish orc make-up.
...without even bothering to take its gumboots off...
So it is true, after all.., a falsehood travels half-way around the world, while the Truth is still screwing about with its laces. If the Truth is so pisspoor at handling footwear, I'd suggest flip-flops, especially in tropical climes.
You're saying you have blokes in New Zealand?
We used to. That was before the women on your side of the world found out about our soaring testosterone levels and our enormous post hole drills. Now the cream of our manhood (so to speak) has been lured collectively over to London, to service middle-aged Pommy matrons in whatever sexual fantasies come to their lubricious minds. It's the downside of globalisation.
Speaking of scuddy-women images, Ms Lions.jpg is welcome to sneak up on me at the watering-hole, any time.
Almost 90% of Bosnians are right.
Your analyse does (almost) not lack of accuracy, Mr. Flying Rodent.
Same goes for Mr. Freelance Guru: Within his words there is but one tiny impreciseness to be found. As everybody who does not wish to run the risk of being sued for 'insulting Turkishness' will surely not only know but believe, "Belgians are Turks“.
Well, and here we are getting close to the essential inheritent interior essence which is hidden in the root of the kernel of everything: The ancestors of the very bar owner in Manchester who - and this is true - invented the Kebab, originally some thousand years ago discovered Britain.
To cut it short: All those erroneously thinking they are Brits actually are Turks.
Same goes, of course, for Germans. Actually, the Germans would up til now not be able to close their doors, if there had not been a Turkish genius. Evidence: Door handle in German is Türklinke.
I didn't think you were a cock-farmer - I've always had you down as one of those blokes who carries shitted pants around in his briefcase.
"Cock-farmer" sounds sounds so rustic and quaint. Mental images of a few pastures, providing a living for generations of farmers from the same family. These days it's probably just another form of industrial-scale agribusiness, with battery production, a consumer-driven insistence on uniformity, and the massive unsustainable use of chemicals.
Make sure you're an organic cock-farmer if you want to keep our respect.
Free Range cock farming I trust............
"Homosexuality impairs one's ability to drive and operate machinery."
A common misconception. I've been taking it up the tradesmen's entrance my whole adult life and I've only caused seven major industrial accidents.
Nice totty.
I've always had you down as one of those blokes who carries shitted pants around in his briefcase.
Larry's suspicions will be borne out when FR begins to illustrate his posts with photographs of briefcases.
Incidentally peeps, I can see the stats for this post and I happen to know that one in every three of you is clicking for an enlarged picture of that woman's arse.
I'm onto a ratings winner here - if I cut out the prattle and just focus on women's arses, I'll make loads off advertising.
Always watching the bottom line, me.
the bottom line
Is that going to be the new name for the blog, then? Or will you go for "Race to the Bottom"?
About the scuddy-women pictures
Incidentally, FR, ever since reading those words, I've found myself humming those words, at all hours of the day and night, to the tune of L.A. Woman. History will not be kind to you for your partial responsibility for my heinously bad impressions of Jim Morrison.
His voice had gone by that stage anyway.
humming those words, at all hours of the day and night, to the tune of L.A. Woman.
You mean about the scuddy women pictures in the city at night?
And his voice had gone by then, but I thought the hoarse bellowing worked on that track.
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