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is a right pain in the arse.
i...i mean...ah..that's what i heard...
But I was just sitting on the loo, and thing weren't going as well as planned, so I thought "God, this is a right pain in the arse". Then I thought "Oh... Oh... I SEE WHAT I DID THERE!"
an worked it out with a pencil.
because you never talk to me anymore.
but Pigfoot said I'm not allowed to do that anymore.
what happened when you finally managed to excrete?
and the hairdresser starts talking to you and you're like 'omg don't make polite chat with me i don't care about your holiday to blackpool'?
well today my hairdresser went one step further and told me all about his operation tomorrow, for which he had just ingested a load of laxatives, in preparation for the enema and rectal camera insertion ahead of him.
he used to scream and bang on the walls when he was trying to pinch one out.
he was foreign
i swear to god that's him
"All of ya guys! Put your hands up for your great and Loving Lord, feel the purity of love coursing through your veins, flowing to your nether regions and erupting in a most wonderful volcano explosion. Magma, oooooh thats good!"
because of eating lunch?
at around 5pm :(
Okay, I guess technically that's my breakfast time, but I eat lunchy food, so leave me alone.