Captain Poopey has sailed the high seas of mediocrity for many years. But when things get him down or downright give him the shits, he sets sail for this here blog and hurls a tankard or three at whatever has shat him that day. Join the Captain on the poopdeck for some rum-flavoured glassings. Anchors away and roger the cabin boy!
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Hey Captain. Did you get my Shay Laren boobie email?
(sound of Poopey scrambling to his email box) Oh dear God she's incredible! Fap fap fap (gaarn). And I'm spent...
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Dude, I'm surprisded you lasted that long. I'm usually done after one.
Surprisded? You know what I meant.
what a sell out. cunt hasn't set foot in australia in probably 50 years and yet still claims to be an Aussie icon. fuck off.
What a fucken tool? Which "fucken tool" you talking about? It was a match made in heaven and they deserved each other!
Guess Heather McCartney would be Greg's next logical step as long as he takes out termite insurance first. Gaarn.
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