Christmasday Celebration

[Aylana]

Blandscape is like that man who had crooked feet and was retarded, they made a British movie about him.

His brother would put him in a wheelbarrow and push him to the pub, where he would grasp the mug with his toes and drink with his right foot while barking, farting, and yelling like a lunatic. Eventually they were kicked out of every bar in England.

this is basically what blandscape does in here every day

 

[Levon]

And yet, having therapy is very much like making love to a beautiful woman.

You... get on the couch, string 'em along with some half-lies and evasions, probe some deep dark holes, and then hand over all your money.

Making love to a beautiful woman is like playing snooker, you aim for the pink after the red, but end up potting the brown.

Oh dear me. It's a cracking analogy, if ya don't play snooker. But like Rocket Ronnie, I eschew every color but red and BLACK unless I get jammed up opening the reds up. And even then I'd rather go blue in most instances.

Mind ye though, Ronnie's a heap better at the game than either of us is.

 

[The Countess]

Yeah, we were supposed to have hard, animalistic sex on Ian’s grave. We were gonna move into a hippy tree house and live happily ever after.

I have posted a picture of the kerbstone that denotes Ian's scattering place no?

It's hardly Bronte romanticism with Hugh Grant dressed as a Bishop blessing every thrust and moan.

The union in the tree house would have gone smoothly till about the second week of September when you realised you'd forgotten what the sun looked like and smuggled yourself back to California in a shipment of Afghani Heroin.

It’s been six years since we last spoke and I still have not got over it. Crazy, huh?

 

[The Scoundrel]

It’s been six years since we last spoke and I still have not got over it. Crazy, huh?

If'n ya spoke to him six years ago that was one hell of a seance or Peyote trip?

In the meanwhile this is the best I can do.

 

[Blandscape]

Yeah, we were supposed to have hard, animalistic sex on Ian’s grave. We were gonna move into a hippy tree house and live happily ever after.

I have posted a picture of the kerbstone that denotes Ian's scattering place no?

It's hardly Bronte romanticism with Hugh Grant dressed as a Bishop blessing every thrust and moan.

The union in the tree house would have gone smoothly till about the second week of September when you realised you'd forgotten what the sun looked like and smuggled yourself back to California in a shipment of Afghani Heroin.

Blandscape is like that man who had crooked feet and was retarded, they made a British movie about him.

My Left Foot is what I fucking bury in your head every time I am forced by your unnatural attentions, to post after ye.

My Left Foot is also about an Irishman. Britain is the bit on the right on the map of your shameless ignorance. The UK as a whole is called The United Kingdom of Gt. Britain and Northern Ireland. Northern Ireland is a Province, not a country.

I actually fink you are trying to reference a Liverpudlian who they never made a film about, but who was immortalised via the song, 'He Ain't Heavy'.

Is dat what you meant, or are ye going to continue to be as arrogant as ye are ignorant?

 

[The Countess]

It’s been six years since we last spoke and I still have not got over it. Crazy, huh?

If'n ya spoke to him six years ago that was one hell of a seance or Peyote trip?

In the meanwhile this is the best I can do.

Deb, not Ian, you fool.

 

[The Scoundrel]

Deb, not Ian, you fool.

Feels like about 10 years since we spoke but I may be wrong.

He's made of stern stuff, has danced in squatted fields all night and seen The Dawn Rise, Behind The Home For The Blind in a poetic but probably not literal sense.

 

[Aylana]

Yeah, we were supposed to have hard, animalistic sex on Ian’s grave. We were gonna move into a hippy tree house and live happily ever after.

I have posted a picture of the kerbstone that denotes Ian's scattering place no?

It's hardly Bronte romanticism with Hugh Grant dressed as a Bishop blessing every thrust and moan.

The union in the tree house would have gone smoothly till about the second week of September when you realised you'd forgotten what the sun looked like and smuggled yourself back to California in a shipment of Afghani Heroin.

Blandscape is like that man who had crooked feet and was retarded, they made a British movie about him.

My Left Foot is what I fucking bury in your head every time I am forced by your unnatural attentions, to post after ye.

My Left Foot is also about an Irishman. Britain is the bit on the right on the map of your shameless ignorance. The UK as a whole is called The United Kingdom of Gt. Britain and Northern Ireland. Northern Ireland is a Province, not a country.

I actually fink you are trying to reference a Liverpudlian who they never made a film about, but who was immortalised via the song, 'He Ain't Heavy'.

Is dat what you meant, or are ye going to continue to be as arrogant as ye are ignorant?

why don't you call yourself out, post your worth, then sort yourself out. that oughta be fun for everyone.


oh well, so much for GOAT Blandscape, ehhhh?

we will just have to wait for that much delayed KM pottycast, he does have a brand new mic that we all helped pay for on his gofundme page, he really needs to get working on that.

you on the other hand are content bankrupt

 

[Blandscape]

Yeah, we were supposed to have hard, animalistic sex on Ian’s grave. We were gonna move into a hippy tree house and live happily ever after.

I have posted a picture of the kerbstone that denotes Ian's scattering place no?

It's hardly Bronte romanticism with Hugh Grant dressed as a Bishop blessing every thrust and moan.

The union in the tree house would have gone smoothly till about the second week of September when you realised you'd forgotten what the sun looked like and smuggled yourself back to California in a shipment of Afghani Heroin.

Blandscape is like that man who had crooked feet and was retarded, they made a British movie about him.

My Left Foot is what I fucking bury in your head every time I am forced by your unnatural attentions, to post after ye.

My Left Foot is also about an Irishman. Britain is the bit on the right on the map of your shameless ignorance. The UK as a whole is called The United Kingdom of Gt. Britain and Northern Ireland. Northern Ireland is a Province, not a country.

I actually fink you are trying to reference a Liverpudlian who they never made a film about, but who was immortalised via the song, 'He Ain't Heavy'.

Is dat what you meant, or are ye going to continue to be as arrogant as ye are ignorant?

why don't you call yourself out, post your worth, then sort yourself out. that oughta be fun for everyone.


oh well, so much for GOAT Blandscape, ehhhh?

we will just have to wait for that much delayed KM pottycast, he does have a brand new mic that we all helped pay for on his gofundme page, he really needs to get working on that.

you on the other hand are content bankrupt

You seem far too pre-occupied with me laddie. Have you ever tried posting to anyone else?

 

[Blandscape]

Tell you what, you open a thread just for me and you, and I will give you all the attention you sadly require.

 

[Blandscape]

Now tell us, were you referencing Christy Brown, or The Hollies?

 

[The Scoundrel]

You seem far too pre-occupied with me laddie. Have you ever tried posting to anyone else?

You make her squirt and nobody else does.

From bedroom tranny to Bangkok stageshow with no ping pong balls harmed.

You do a service to humanity Jock.

 

[X]

Regan is funny AF ... imo of course

 

[Blandscape]

This isn't healthy for you Foxy.

 

[Blandscape]

You seem far too pre-occupied with me laddie. Have you ever tried posting to anyone else?

You make her squirt and nobody else does.

From bedroom tranny to Bangkok stageshow with no ping pong balls harmed.

You do a service to humanity Jock.

I always enjoyed Foxy enjoying my company.

 

[The Scoundrel]

Regan is funny AF ... imo of course

Foxy chokes on chuff feathers when (s)he tries to give itself a rimjob.

Shoulda had that landing strip after all.

 

[X]

Regan is funny AF ... imo of course

Foxy chokes on chuff feathers when (s)he tries to give itself a rimjob.

Shoulda had that landing strip after all.

calm down
yoo funny too

 

[Blandscape]

Foxy bokes on stuff, and chokes on a lack of self worth.

 

[X]

who the fuck tries to give themselves a rimjob ??

I mean c'mon .....

 

[Blandscape]

We should be complimentary understanding.

 

[X]

Foxy bokes on stuff, and chokes on a lack of self worth.

shuddup headfuck, there is no singular boring user such as yoo

 

[Blandscape]

I fink he can truly grow into the despicable cunt I know he can be.

 

[Blandscape]

Is dat you Flea?

Posting Gay as fuck like it's even a, what does Foxy call it...a troll?

 

[Blandscape]

Do you have to use your shadow account to participate without really participating?

 

[The Scoundrel]

I fink he can truly grow into the despicable cunt I know he can be.

Tis always a shame when someone with the possible ability to be a truly horrible bastard lifts thier hemline an inch every time it gets undone.

Where on earth are the funnies in that?

Sometimes I'd rather listen to a Poofer podcast which is to say I'd be cutting up not scraping sideways.

 

[The Countess]

For Deb, wherever he’s at

 

[Blandscape]

It worries me S that those who once had value, are so easily bought off by how easily they forget themselves.

I want to be challenged, but this isn't a challenge, it's a wet weekend in Bognor, eating damp chips while wishing you could go Strictly Come Dancing along the peer in your Calvin Kline's.

 

[The Countess]

This one is more appropriate

 

[The Scoundrel]

It worries me S that those who once had value, are so easily bought off by how easily they forget themselves.

I want to be challenged, but this isn't a challenge, it's a wet weekend in Bognor, eating damp chips while wishing you could go Strictly Come Dancing along the peer in your Calvin Kline's.

I never saw how Conservative the populace here was till the run up to the last election.

They all went batshit crazy and it hasn't stopped. Muhricans eh? They can't even have a good old fashioned riot without bringing out a nuclear arsenal.

Imagine it's midnight on
Sauchiehall Street Friday night with all those not yet in the cells and waiting till Monday for the Sherrif to get his fat arse to work?

That's all that's happening but because they've lived a life wrapped in cotton wool they're reactionary against possible outcomes and are looking to plant the blame somewhere.

The truth is sometimes hard and ugly but we've already lived that. I give them a free pass on the understanding they have no understanding.

 

[The Scoundrel]

This one is more appropriate

Are you tryin to say he missed out on that chick in the bath?

He'd be wounded.