Diane Abbott

First they came for Gail Platts tits, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a tit man.

Then they came for the gingers, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a ginger.

Then they came for the back doors, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a back door.

Then they came for Muffins—and there was no one to give a fuck, because we all know chips go in a barm you cunts.

Hahaha
 
Calling her a **** is unfair.

Cunts can be useful.

That reminds me of an incident when I was out walking the dogs with daughter and son-in-law. Some gamekeeper's flunkey started giving it large about the dogs being off lead. Not being inclined to intellectual debate on that particular day, I called him a cnut.

His retort was: "Cnuts can be useful".

Quick as a flash, my daughter came back with: "Not to you, though". At this point the fat bastard got back on his quad bike and disappeared over the horizon.

Dat's ma girl!
 
That reminds me of an incident when I was out walking the dogs with daughter and son-in-law. Some gamekeeper's flunkey started giving it large about the dogs being off lead. Not being inclined to intellectual debate on that particular day, I called him a cnut.

His retort was: "Cnuts can be useful".

Quick as a flash, my daughter came back with: "Not to you, though". At this point the fat bastard got back on his quad bike and disappeared over the horizon.

Dat's ma girl!
Haha. Excellent.
 
That reminds me of an incident when I was out walking the dogs with daughter and son-in-law. Some gamekeeper's flunkey started giving it large about the dogs being off lead. Not being inclined to intellectual debate on that particular day, I called him a cnut.

His retort was: "Cnuts can be useful".

Quick as a flash, my daughter came back with: "Not to you, though". At this point the fat bastard got back on his quad bike and disappeared over the horizon.

Dat's ma girl!


haha, love it
 
  • That reminds me of an incident when I was out walking the dogs with daughter and son-in-law. Some gamekeeper's flunkey started giving it large about the dogs being off lead. Not being inclined to intellectual debate on that particular day, I called him a cnut.

    His retort was: "Cnuts can be useful".

    Quick as a flash, my daughter came back with: "Not to you, though". At this point the fat bastard got back on his quad bike and disappeared over the horizon.

    Dat's ma girl!

    You were lucky he didn't come back with a twelve bore and take the lot of you out !
 

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