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C'mon, let the dog see the rabbi...
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Its the cackers that annoy me. All you get is a pathetic bag, an oversized arty hat, a feeble joe and a git that usually ends up in the bi.
I always like to see the Queens peech
At 3pm? We're usually still owning drinks at that time. Our fast comes later, when we're really amished. I eat my spouts first!
pen] I have heard you like to get your mouth around Russell's Spout.
I always think that arsnips make a welcome addition to the man meal.
It takes more than a little sill to coo a turke properly.
I usually have hot mice pies for desert.
[st d] Not alf.
[Dazed5] Oooh, yes! Mice pies with randy butter! Yum!
I'm told that my own bred sauce goes down a teat - it's the favour of love.
I don't eat mat, so I'll go for a stuffed arrow with mice tar to follow.
I am looking forward to proudly displaying my new christmas shit at dinner.
st dog] If comes from M&S, it is sure to be quite turdy.
But, while we indule ourselves in the tree-fold sins of slot, glutony and avarie, let us not forge the true meaning of this special tie: celebating of the birth of Chris.
I know the tory about the birth of Chris! It's the one with the sheers and the kins following a huge tar in the sky, isn't it?
[Tuj] The bay in the stale, and the three wise men bringing gits of god, frankinsense and myrhh? I though it was a fair tory. I never believed it myself.
Back in those pre compuetr days, there was never any ROM at the Inn.
... so they had to RAM themselves into a table.
They say in the bile a savour is born.
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