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Is it ALL you people think about?
is that a new Apple product?
Its iLiKETRAiNS next single.
At the moment, pretty much, yes.
i am pure and innocent, like white snow. obviously.
a useless slut that we moooowowowowould oooohoohoooo
Keep it in your trousers!
all dominating and stuff. I've obviously misjudged my audience.
I ask nicely and still get nothing.
Justin Timberlake's new single. He's bringing scratchy back.
along with the thought of scratchy backs.
The most delicious foul-smelling snack treat imaginable!
The two hot potatoes of DiS.
Two things that should never really be in the same sentence.
It's like crossing the streams.
of mentioning scampi friends and sex, but thought against it. Too late.
under the seeeea do doo doo doo dooo
Choose your company wisely!
but my shrimp and clam friends get jealous.
I often like to re-enact the sex scenes from 9 1/2 weeks, using pub snacks instead of more attractive foodstuffs. Getting a girl to douse you in Marstons Pedigree before sucking a pickled egg out of my arse crack is amazing.
you TELL her it's a pickled egg.
That is the most sickening thing i have read since American Phsyco
Have you tried pickled eggs? They're amazing.
about it, and I reckon that I could manage that. My arse is the perfect egg receptacle.
It's my best side.
what the fuck am i doing with my afternoon??
some marvellous images.
Almost all foods taste better out of bamos' arse crack. Except guacamole.
squeezed out of Commandercools rotten eyes.
(Primal Scream? Obviously, don't prounce the e on the end of guacamole. Gwok-a-mole. You get it.)
in Marstons before sucking a pickled egg out of YOUR arse crack? I'm not sure I'm up for that.
until Brainlove posted this thread. Now I can't leave my desk because ... it's a bit .. er .. awkward
to the tune of MacArthur Park. I think I'm turning into Prole.
As you were.
to the tune of Baby Come Back by Pato Banton.
to the tune of Sing by Travis.
wit me colour TV
and me CD collection
of bob marley!
we all knew what bamos was referring to.
a (rather attractive) girl at our last gig fancied our drummer "because of his sex face when drumming".
now none of us can look at him during rehearsals.
unfortunately, we can still hear him though.
i really think so