Animal Fannies29 Jan 2008 02:02 pm
By Nelson

On the subject of the McDiploma.

ba ba ba buuuurrr, we ain’t lovin it!
[GlobalTemplar], Kingston upon Thames, United Kingdom

You’re a pigeon’s quim. Not a nice, countryside pigeon. One of those fucked up scraggy ones you see in town, with one and a half legs. The ones that look like they’ve spent three days solid out on the piss, lost a fight with a bigger pigeon and then been shat on by a poorly labrador. You’re that kind of pigeon’s fetid stinky quim and a witless bore to boot.

9 Responses to “Animal Fanny Tuesdays #04”

  1. on 29 Jan 2008 at 2:04 pm Padwick

    …Or a McChicken nugget?

  2. on 29 Jan 2008 at 2:08 pm 6000

    Bit of an ornithological theme to today’s animal lady bits.

    Can we have a jungle theme next week, please? Jungle is massive.

  3. on 29 Jan 2008 at 4:45 pm Oliver

    Any ignoramus knows it’s:

    Ba da, ba ba durrr

    Stingrays stinkhole.

  4. on 29 Jan 2008 at 6:25 pm sidsid

    And here I am thinking it’s Thursday.

  5. on 29 Jan 2008 at 6:41 pm Richard "ReallyWorried" Rubin

    This really McWorries me.

    http://www.reallyworried.com/Worry.aspx?worryId=5017


  6. Can we have themed days every day please? Friday could be “Your Mum’s A Whore Friday” and Monday could be “Sexually Transmitted Disease Day”.

    Come on, Nelson. You can do it.

  7. on 30 Jan 2008 at 1:18 am mat

    to make things worth the fucking dribbling cunthammer has left out one “ba”. When will these posters learn?

  8. on 30 Jan 2008 at 1:21 am mat

    BTW – is this dill from Really Worried actually bothering to come on here and spam because he’s seen the site on B3TA and thinks it’s stepping on his cyber-patch? If he is then he is a hilariously pathetic cunt who doesn’t understand teh internet tubes. If it is all a hilaire injoke then I shall return back to my corner.

  9. on 30 Jan 2008 at 1:21 pm Nelson

    Richard was here before that b3ta link. I think he sometimes reads stuff here and is also promoting his website. Upsetting though that is, I try not to weep openly about it, confining my distress to dark and solitary moments under the duvet.