“Dammit, Twenty”, said Boy George who had just popped in to Ron’s for a quick Babycham, “there I was clicking around some gay dating sites looking for someone to take to Elton and David’s this weekend and I found the perfect man. Then it turns out the whole fucking thing was made up. Those Sky Handling Partners bastards.”
Who am I to argue?
super sneakey cunts
I like it
well, who can say they almost pulled boy george? oh wait, that’s not a good thing. my deepst sympathies to damien mulley in his time of quite mild annoyance. this could be a case for bastardface tracking them down and ripping away their ball sacs
Oh, does that poor fool realise that he has incurred the wrath of the blogging community? What a muppet.
anonymous ip through chained cgi proxies is the only way to do something like that. although why anyone would want to use servers that make you fairly untraceable is beyond me…
I went to a Boy George gig in Perth a few months back.
Full of gays it was.
and you, johhny5
cuntyballs
Sympathies!
The bould Damien is currently in the midst of a bloggers wet dream.
Fair play to him.
Exactly, porridge.
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