who was chatting shit
on TSW with CBFry
a contrary username much
maligned and widely mocked
correctly so, some say
Another eclectic set of pages. Should be an interesting episode.
One side note: Papâs unfortunate and expansive rectal explosion was hilarious for the first few days. Funny for the rest of the first week. Raised a wry smile for a few days after that â but dragging it out for weeks on end has probably passed its âuse-by dateâ for comic effect. Letâs give the poor lad a break now after the end of this episode, eh lads? 
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[Episode Six] â Ride the wormhole Mothafukka!: A Dark and Cavernous Tale, of Chocolate Starfish and a Sandwich without Bread.
Brazilians were in vogue, because of the world record set for most big arses wobbling suggestively.
âWho wants it then?â Gesticulated Pap, bollocksack coated in nutella. Nuns accomodating themselves in lingerie attired for naked Emperors, pretending the world is flat, carried atop four elephants straddling a gigantic turtle. Plagerised, but who cares â we write what we fucking well want to, and afterall, the waterfalls were going up hill, pushing the daisys up, cheerfully noted Noddy, grabbing Bigears by his tiny nose and smearing his balls to get his attention.
Well that worked, screamed one of the elephants, blowing his trunk all over the turtleâs face and shaking his torso, momentarily unbalancing the world, while refusing to conform mathematically. âYou fucking rebel!!!â shouted General Hux, whilst stroking the pinball wizard who repeated his eccentricity over Felicity Kendallâs rounded but pert left breast - feeling a right tit. FelicityâŚperfect pleasure orbs.
âOi!â yelled Penelope Keith. âGet your hands on these beauties!â She produced a play in Stratford, which Shakespear´s monkey could have written, given time. What a good life we have working offshore, as we bask gloriously naked. The Monkey bashing waitresses were very experienced at Christmas Wrapping, so experienced in lovingly folding foreskin´s wth teeth and carressing spotlessly clean riggers calf skin boots - as they scaled lofty heights in sentence construction.
The end of nigh on 25 pages of exceptional figurative prose and twisted imagery drove Sotonians to abandon all principles of grammar and structure. We had principles? Since the day before yesterday, all my troubles seemed packed in my old kit bag, so I grabbed my Beatles collection and found an island record (U2 - utter shite) for sale in Greece, that was too late to save the Drachma.
Euro better believe itâs not trickle-down oppression! âOppress the masses!!!â cried David Cameron, avarice etched across his pet pigs. Not forgetting the pig, (one porker or two?) using his sketch machine he painted a pretty pigs face on the glutes of Osborne, preparing a sandwich without bread. Olive oil garnish applied, massaged in with glee using thumbs and fingers which he slipped serreptitiously towards the chocolate starfish of Sturgeonâs scrofulous morals and fiscal mentality, pleasing Fred Durst immensely! âDurst not Dibnah, fool!â although an erection involved blowing smoke up the chimney´s huge gaping hole, which even fisting would not touch the sides of without a generous packing of Dejan Lovrenâs head. Was just like Lovlace`s in My Little Pony.
Meanwhile in the restaurant, Lovren burgers sold quickly, which was odd, because Lovren is a cunt, covered with genital warts and a huge ego. Ergo - his ego was Lallana sized and growing like the sores around paps faecal enriched scrotum. This was never going to win any awards for beauty or size, selfishness and greed however⌠now they were King, and Dejan ruled supremely!
Being the biggest scrotes - the Dejan fan club had an overnight boost, with Mars, Snickers and Nutella encrusted man globes. Dejavu or Dejan Lovren? Dejavu or Dejan Lovren? That is the question; but no one wanted to ask difficult questions only Bazza can answer, with unconnected indecipherable words related to IT problems. The IT crowd Empire Strikes Back, invading Hoth, and Knight rider with a lisp piloted a rebel Snow-Speeder. High on coke the stupid cunt crashed into Sonny Bonoâs special tree! Fortunately, âHeavenly Ski Resortâ had itâs fair Cher of plastic surgery. Nonetheless, including a designer vagina portended slippery slopes ahead.
Laundry ensured going commando was possible, although unwise⌠foreskin, zip, extreme agony â plus freezing cold temperatures ensured Lou went unsatisfied.âThank God for helmets!â cried out Goatboy enthusiastically, whilst grabbing hold of his Mrs´s two horns from her two cars. Two jags got up, fangs bared, ready to entertain the crowd with a very loud fart, but instead he lept within the confines of Michael Knightâs repaired Snow-Speeder - cracking his skull - and spitting out broken teeth, he thumped the egg thrower.
Cadbury creme love eggs â how they eat theirâs is well known. Due to the causal effect of the space-time-continuum, the faster we travel, the quicker we arrive at the wrong conclusion! âRide the wormhole Mothafukka!â cried Cameron to George. âSqueal like a piggy!â came the breathless retort. Pig and Banjo plucked, the deliverance had arrived. âSuch a priddy mouth!â [George giggled]. âAnd delightfully rough tongue!â [Dave enthused!] It rasped along the sphincter, causing delightful shivers and tickling his piles.
Scotty could give no consent, as he was munching on pork scratchings whist placing his throbbing Dilithium crystals into the recepticle provided by Lou. A deep, dark, cavernous obsession with writing filth and juvenile schoolboy humour, perfectly tailored for Sotonians, was going down well enough, but something was missing. Insufficient pig humour and ham-fisted wordplay attempts were easily rectified, but soon slipped to the lowest common denominator. Dave.
Dave did dirty deeds during every waking moment. He screwed the country as if on a mission Impossible, or so his mother thought, but still. Dave made it possible. Then the fight started. Not content with hogging the putrid, decaying pigâs welcoming mouth, Dave slipped his hand down Edwinaâs throat and ripped out the putrid, decaying pigâs tonsils - warbling, wet and moist he slipped his honourable member into her. Major runination! Gasping harshly on the Capstan Full strength. ''For your throatâs sake! Eggs! My Love. Eggs!" As Dave fertilized Edwina, Currying favour, she assumed the offspring was the spawn of the devil, the spit of Maggie. The Frog is green and raised a white flag in surrender.
[Episode Seven] has already begunâŚ
Time for a new chapter. Perfect place, perfect timing⌠for another celebratory beverage. The addiction kicked in - and P*mpey lost again! But managed to win the affections of Penny, who wondered what the cheating bastards were up to, as she splashed the Brut all over her red swimsuit clad whale like proportioned body, her blowhole conspicuous by TCWTB putting his arm _and bell _firmly into the breach, and onward until he found Jonah - who was chatting shit on TSW with CBFry, a contrary username much maligned and widely mocked. Correctly so, some sayâŚ
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out to Five Star
acclaimed incendiary trolling techniques
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