Juvenile things that make you snigger.
Discussion
Tom_C76 said:
Clearly I'm in the minority, here as in the U.K. generally, but to me you sound like a bit of a 
. Deliberately antagonising people who can be bothered to stand up for what they believe in, even if you don't, from what you've hinted, believe in a view opposite to theirs? tt.
Their anger generally comes from ignorance of the topic they claim to feel so dearly for, most of these derps want to be all "I'm so virtuous" in front of people yet know so little of worth they cant defend any half baked challenge and resort to insults.. Deliberately antagonising people who can be bothered to stand up for what they believe in, even if you don't, from what you've hinted, believe in a view opposite to theirs? tt. So they deserve all they get.
hairyben said:
Their anger generally comes from ignorance of the topic they claim to feel so dearly for, most of these derps want to be all "I'm so virtuous" in front of people yet know so little of worth they cant defend any half baked challenge and resort to insults.
So they deserve all they get.
Why does this bSo they deserve all they get.
ks have to infect every thread - it's bad enough in NP&E.No-one cares who has played the big man to someone manning a street stall
smn159 said:
hairyben said:
Their anger generally comes from ignorance of the topic they claim to feel so dearly for, most of these derps want to be all "I'm so virtuous" in front of people yet know so little of worth they cant defend any half baked challenge and resort to insults.
So they deserve all they get.
Why does this bSo they deserve all they get.
ks have to infect every thread - it's bad enough in NP&E.No-one cares who has played the big man to someone manning a street stall
From Facebook...
"DO NOT BUY FIDGET SPINNER!! DEATH TRAP Please do not be tempted to buy one of these spinners!!! Caused me nothing but hassle since I bought the fking bd thing. It started off ok spinning it round on various fingers listening to the fast rolling ball-bearings spin around. It was quite satisfying and I found faith, peace and harmony in my new fidget spinner. As with anything new you experiment with it so I was pottering round the house spinning it on random st like the kitchen tap and on top of the salt and pepper grinder, I even span it on top of me cats head he was fking loving it wagging his tail and smiling. All was well and good I loved this new trendy stress relieving gadget! Until on night i was home alone really really bored out my mind. Girlfriend was at work house to myself yano.. i thought fk it am gunna do it i lay there on my bed and put the fidget spinner on the end of my knob and gave it a massive spin it was fking awesome i loved it was going soo fast it looked like my cock was about to fly off to Syria and finally end all this fighting bullst I was amazed i found a new safe way to use my penis until it all went balls up the ball bearing in the main spinner seized and the spinner stopped dead but because it was spinning so fast previously it gripped and caused friction its left a huge blister on my bell end i cant have a piss or anything i have been to the doctors and he said he has loads of people in Injured by these “toys". Share and spread awareness these are out to kill us and it wont be long until it happens!"
"DO NOT BUY FIDGET SPINNER!! DEATH TRAP Please do not be tempted to buy one of these spinners!!! Caused me nothing but hassle since I bought the f
king bd thing. It started off ok spinning it round on various fingers listening to the fast rolling ball-bearings spin around. It was quite satisfying and I found faith, peace and harmony in my new fidget spinner. As with anything new you experiment with it so I was pottering round the house spinning it on random st like the kitchen tap and on top of the salt and pepper grinder, I even span it on top of me cats head he was fking loving it wagging his tail and smiling. All was well and good I loved this new trendy stress relieving gadget! Until on night i was home alone really really bored out my mind. Girlfriend was at work house to myself yano.. i thought fk it am gunna do it i lay there on my bed and put the fidget spinner on the end of my knob and gave it a massive spin it was fking awesome i loved it was going soo fast it looked like my cock was about to fly off to Syria and finally end all this fighting bullst I was amazed i found a new safe way to use my penis until it all went balls up the ball bearing in the main spinner seized and the spinner stopped dead but because it was spinning so fast previously it gripped and caused friction its left a huge blister on my bell end i cant have a piss or anything i have been to the doctors and he said he has loads of people in Injured by these “toys". Share and spread awareness these are out to kill us and it wont be long until it happens!"
smn159 said:
Why does this bks have to infect every thread - it's bad enough in NP&E.
No-one cares who has played the big man to someone manning a street stall
Not exactly sure who you're having a pop at - i was pointing out his wind-up-the-righteuos routine was perfectly justifiable, aside from being what you might call juvenile fun.ks have to infect every thread - it's bad enough in NP&E.No-one cares who has played the big man to someone manning a street stall
From Facebook today ( linky)
post said:
If you have a small daughter, you probably face a similar dilemma when she says:
"Daddy, I need to poop."
Men’s or ladies´? Naturally I take her to the men’s toilet, disregarding her protests:
"But this is a boys´ woom! And I’m a gal."
"Bad luck for you, I’m not going to the ladies. Why don’t you like it here?"
At that moment, Vicky uttered her memorable sentence:
"Cause it’s full of wee-wees."
There was no arguing with that. She was right. To a considerable extent. One man standing at the urinal had to stop what he was doing due to laughing.
"And boys are pigs. Joey in my class says he once managed to pee up to the ceiling lights."
"Well, what a feat," I appreciated the boy’s performance, pressing her into a cabin.
"And ouw teacher was just asking him what he thought he was doing when he peed at her too."
More men at the urinals had to stop, but Vicky did not mind their laughter at all.
"And ouw teacher stahted scweaming, so a cleaning lady wan in."
There was a sudden silence in the room, full of tense anticipation. Vicky undid her trousers and I put her up on the toilet seat.
"And he peed at her, too."
The men’s room turned into a comedy show.
"Better press hard," I told her in a defeated tone.
"I can’t. Can you help me?"
I knew everyone was listening, but what else could I do? Otherwise we would have been bogged down there for ages.
"Heeeh..." I feigned grunting.
And Vicky followed up with her: "Heeeh..."
And the next-door cabin chimed in with another: "Heeeh..."
A couple of voices from the urinals joined in: "Heeeh...."
We all turned into a Prague Pressing Choir.
Enchanted with her success, Vicky made a few more tries. The main thing was it all worked nicely, and poo-poos began dropping down, which she commented on like this: "Gee, my belly has spilled out completely." And then she crowned it with the words:
"I’ll make a family of nice chocolate anacondas, shall I?" she rejoiced. I only managed to nod resignedly.
"I thought I’d just lay a faht, but now I see a whole family has been bohn," she said, kicking at the toilet bowl.
"I guess I won’t finish today..." a voice at one urinal said when laughter died down.
Finished. While I was looking for a pack of wet wipes, Vicky waited for a moment, then decided it was taking me too long and said:
"You’ve got no sodding TPs, have you? And I’ll have to stand here for houws and wait until I dwy." Then I found toilet paper, wiped her and dressed her. Vicky wanted to flush the toilet herself. I let her flush it, which she did with the words:
"Bye bye, my little poos! Have a nice time, swim well and no mischief down there."
By now I could easily start collecting admission at the urinals. I tried to take my daughter out of the room. While pulling up her sleeves to wash her hands, she came up with her most damning question of the day:
"Daddy, what about the little poos who have no mummy or daddy?"
I chose to swallow my explanation that in such a case they would most probably be sh**** orphans, and I quickly washed her hands. Finally, there was more room at the urinals, and I heard one of the customers tell his buddy:
"It’s a great fun here, we’ve got to come more often."
Well.
We won’t.
Never ever.
Source: https://www.facebook.com/cabicar/posts/15346649732..."Daddy, I need to poop."
Men’s or ladies´? Naturally I take her to the men’s toilet, disregarding her protests:
"But this is a boys´ woom! And I’m a gal."
"Bad luck for you, I’m not going to the ladies. Why don’t you like it here?"
At that moment, Vicky uttered her memorable sentence:
"Cause it’s full of wee-wees."
There was no arguing with that. She was right. To a considerable extent. One man standing at the urinal had to stop what he was doing due to laughing.
"And boys are pigs. Joey in my class says he once managed to pee up to the ceiling lights."
"Well, what a feat," I appreciated the boy’s performance, pressing her into a cabin.
"And ouw teacher was just asking him what he thought he was doing when he peed at her too."
More men at the urinals had to stop, but Vicky did not mind their laughter at all.
"And ouw teacher stahted scweaming, so a cleaning lady wan in."
There was a sudden silence in the room, full of tense anticipation. Vicky undid her trousers and I put her up on the toilet seat.
"And he peed at her, too."
The men’s room turned into a comedy show.
"Better press hard," I told her in a defeated tone.
"I can’t. Can you help me?"
I knew everyone was listening, but what else could I do? Otherwise we would have been bogged down there for ages.
"Heeeh..." I feigned grunting.
And Vicky followed up with her: "Heeeh..."
And the next-door cabin chimed in with another: "Heeeh..."
A couple of voices from the urinals joined in: "Heeeh...."
We all turned into a Prague Pressing Choir.
Enchanted with her success, Vicky made a few more tries. The main thing was it all worked nicely, and poo-poos began dropping down, which she commented on like this: "Gee, my belly has spilled out completely." And then she crowned it with the words:
"I’ll make a family of nice chocolate anacondas, shall I?" she rejoiced. I only managed to nod resignedly.
"I thought I’d just lay a faht, but now I see a whole family has been bohn," she said, kicking at the toilet bowl.
"I guess I won’t finish today..." a voice at one urinal said when laughter died down.
Finished. While I was looking for a pack of wet wipes, Vicky waited for a moment, then decided it was taking me too long and said:
"You’ve got no sodding TPs, have you? And I’ll have to stand here for houws and wait until I dwy." Then I found toilet paper, wiped her and dressed her. Vicky wanted to flush the toilet herself. I let her flush it, which she did with the words:
"Bye bye, my little poos! Have a nice time, swim well and no mischief down there."
By now I could easily start collecting admission at the urinals. I tried to take my daughter out of the room. While pulling up her sleeves to wash her hands, she came up with her most damning question of the day:
"Daddy, what about the little poos who have no mummy or daddy?"
I chose to swallow my explanation that in such a case they would most probably be sh**** orphans, and I quickly washed her hands. Finally, there was more room at the urinals, and I heard one of the customers tell his buddy:
"It’s a great fun here, we’ve got to come more often."
Well.
We won’t.
Never ever.
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