Something about war.
“Declaration of war by Great Britain was not followed up with any military actions against Germany. Poland was abandoned by its allies…Why do we always say that Great Britain declared the war on Germany if it sat still and did not help its friend?
Marcin, Hartford, CT”The fact is, we could not defend Poland as it was too far away, across hostile territory and we didn’t have the means. If wishes were horses, eh?
potato lord, cardiff
You’d have shit horses.
Germany was victorious in the war declared by Britain because she inflicted more harm compared to what she incurred.
wodgot, ukBritain lost 400,000 in WW2. Germany lost between 6-8 million. The famous Luftwaffe raid on Coventry killed 800. At Hamburg the RAF killed 40,000 and at Dresden possibly 100,000. By the end of the war every major German city was reduced to cinders and their country occupied for 50 years. Germany lost very badly indeed.
[Peter_Sym], Nottingham
I made you a t-shirt.

177 Responses to “Massive Horny War”
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Germans might as well have won the bloody war anyway. The EU is Hitler’s dream become reality. Apart from the deathcamps and lederhosen that is. Oh, and the fascism.
Its censorship gone mad, or maybe its ZOG’s tentacles spreading across the interweb. Or Nelson finally getting fed up.
Hurrah!! the blah filter is back!! Thank fucking fuck!!!!!!
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For Marcin, ‘Two Little Boys’ by Rolf Harris isn’t so much a maudlin pop hit as a philosophy for life.
Oh thank god
In other news, we’re paying £1 billion to be exterminated.
Good old Biased BBC:
http://opinionbeyondeducation.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-in-other-news-we-are-paying.html
So, what does this button do?
This isn’t going to end wall.
Blah? Ringpiece. Blah.
Oh no. The blah filter doesn’t work for me.
About time too.
Oh God, not the blah filter!
Mind you, it’s given me a new moniker and a reason to get some work done.
what’s all this blahing?
Why the blah filter? Surely it would be more entertaining to block John Adair et al and carry on with the fun.
Ok, now I’m confused?
About blahdy time.
Well, I for one agree. I mean, I fought in both world wars and in Iraq (not forgetting the crusades), and I definately think that the English (not British won every time.
The comments on this thread are typical of the infantile attitudes that i have come to expect
ooo, new thread, shame BNP tossers have invoked the wrath of the blah filter though, but there you go.
@john adair, will you please fuck off, the blah filter is your fault-what am i going to do now to waste time at work?
Yawn!
What the fuck’s going on?
I love Wombleporn, it’s great.
Ooh, how exciting! I’ve never seen the blah filter in action before
(blatant pointless post to see what kind of blahing it turns in to)
Oh, and those HYSs up there look disappointingly sane-ish. More crazy, please?
Hello!
Hail to the blah filter
Particularly eloquent blahdy blah.
thank goodness for that!
infantile cunts
th@’ll T ch’em!
blah blahdy blahdy blah blah blah blah blahdy erection blah blah blahdy blah blah Brandenburg Gate!
all hail the blah filter!
Oafs are immune from blahing (it’s genetic).
it’s it’s grog noblong tricycle yah ommlette fish finger radish.
””””””””””””””
This is much better than the old blah filter.
Blah, LiberalLeftAndProud is a big girls blouse, Blah!
Blarble
Hi, to all at Blah your branes
I give my seal of scientific approval to this filter.
It wasn’t very erotic
My cock hurts
More wankfat
Send a postcard, at least.
bleught
Thank Christ.
Neil Criag = Nazi wanker
blah blah blah blah
[BLAH]
Blah. Blah-blah. Bladdidly Blah. Bifurcated bumhole.
But what if I don’t bum foxes?
There was a dead fox in the road on my way to work, actually.
Our bums hurt.
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Everyone who thinks John Adair and friends are wankers say blah. Can we have the blah filter on usernames too?
Yay the blah filter is back and I, for one, coldn’t be happier!
Blow Blah
New thread? no blah filter, we promise not to encourage the fucktards.
bumholes
Boing!!!!
…if a blah filter blockquote blah.
I like the blah!
Doesn’t work.
Blah, blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,
blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,-FACT
Blah! Does this break it.
What’s the blahdy point?
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Blah poo blah
Burkiki Blah
it’s true
Thank fuck for that.
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flobalob flobalob flobalob?
Is the blah filter still on?
wots gawing orn aht sYb?
eet ees dee speelin zat duz eet!
back to work
and potato lord and wodgot are a rancid racoons’ ringpiece.
mouth was is in the cupboard where John left it after sleucing his arsehole prior to his felching session !
Blahdy blah blah blah/
Blahdy twatbasket blah!
Blah your branes
I DIDN’T Vote nuliarbore becuze they suck willys.
blah?
I’m intrigued to see exactly what proportion of my comments will be converted to the word blah. I wonder if some keywords such as Daily Mail and 1984 will remain?
Burble blah blah blahdy.
Shitters
ABOUT TIME
Bring the blah filter back!
We should nefer ave gon to war with Germany anyway
Hitler was a fine man
Nick Griffin told me that
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No I don’t
I vote BNP
I sign my name on the ballot paper!
Oh for fuck’s sake.
The blah filter is broken in that it’s converting the apostrophe to the number 8217 instead of &8217.
Blah failter
Humour negative pressure
Blah this
Blah filters substitute for humour
Fuck Blah!
Loving the blah
Can we? Went a little something like ‘ ‘ / / / ‘ ‘ / ”’/
Did it blah work baa blah?
halb halb halb
blah
Neil Craig for King, Melanie Phillips for Queen.
Why are you wrecking your own site like this?
Blah?
Well did you?
Just a test.
I bum foxes.
Or are my fox-bumming ways just too hot to blah?
With that west country grin that says ‘Ill give you kick out the jams’.
Hello. Blah. BNP? rollocks. blah blah
The funny thing is, I really DO bum foxes! Right up the arse! Have some of THAT, fox!
“Why no work”? Rubbish…….. :$
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i bum vixen.
and we may yet be saved
What exactly triggers the word filter anyway?
Hahahaha this filter is ACE
blah blah blah blahdy
Twatbaskets
This is great – hope it gets rid of the rightwing fucktard cunt bastards!
Bastard filtration – kiss my arse, you donkeyfrotter.
Ooooh yes, this is fun – crack open a jeroboam old chap! I’m just writing crap now just to make blah filter jokes, ho hum.
bollocks
Stalin knobbed me once you know.
Duplicate comment filter? Fuck OFF!
Yes.
I like black people
I love Nelson xxxxx
Nelson is cool
I vote Nelson
Izzy wizzy, lets get bizzy, blah filter off
I fox bummers
The foxes love it, I’ll have you know… so how come somebody replied to my post in their name, when it only appeared all blahed out? Has somebody de-blahed the blah filter?
PS. Blah.
x
I like it!
But I can’t type apostrophes properly.
Tenor: There’s a song that I recall
My mother sang to me.
Spriggs (off): Oh! (a sigh)
Tenor: She sang it as she tucked me in
When I was ninety-three.
(harp plays a rising chord…)
Spriggs: I diddle, I. Who was that bum?
Bluebottle + Spriggs:
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po,
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong (bluebottle drops behind)
Ying tong iddle I po
Spriggs: Keep lad up. Keep.
Bluebottle: Keep up lad up.
Both: Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Spriggs: lad
Both: Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po (lad)
Iddle I po (lad)
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong (Spriggs: iddle) (Bluebottle: ying tong)
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong iddle
Bluebottle (spoken):
Ying tong iddle I po!
(short raspberry, Secombe)
Both: Oh!
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Iddle I po!
(trumpet bit)
Bluebottle:
Ying. Ying tongy tongy.
Ying tong iddle I po.
Ying tong iddle I po.
(Secombe under this: What a lovely lovely boy!)
(or Secombe under this: What a lovely melody devine!)
Ying ying ying tongy tongy.
(Milligan: Get out the rifle, sir.)
(or Milligan: Get off the record.)
Yeeeng.
Ying tong ying tong d’gy-n’o.
Ying tong d’ga.
(Secombe: Get away.)
D’g d’g d’ga.
Ying tong iddle I po.
Seagoon:Hear that crazy rhythm
Driving me insane.
Strike your partner on the bonce (bonk?).
(thump)
Eccles: Ooh. I felt no pain.
(Seagoon screeches)
Seagoon, Bluebottle and Eccles:
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying…
(harp chord rises)
Soprano: Take me back to Vienna….
(Raspberry section, probably Milligan)
Bloodnok: Ohhhhh!
Eccles: Oh!
(harp chord)
Soprano: Take me back to Vienna, where the….
(crash!)
Seagoon, Spriggs and Bluebottle (far off):
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
(mad dash to foreground)
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
(Spriggs: where’s he going lad?)
(BB: I don’t know)
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Seagoon: LOOK OUT!
(cry from Bluebottle)
(mad dash to distance)
(hastily)
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
(dash to foreground)
Ying tong…
(whine of bomb dropping, explosion)
Double speed, but same tempo, Goons:
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Iddle I po.
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Iddle I po.
One: Ying! Tongy tongy tongy.
Yiddy diddy diddy da daaa. Ying diddy.
Ying tong diddle. Yiddada boo.
(rhythmic thigh slapping, raspberry)
All Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Iddle I po.
Eccles: Whoooooh!
blah blah
Tenor: There’s a song that I recall
My mother sang to me.
Spriggs (off): Oh! (a sigh)
Tenor: She sang it as she tucked me in
When I was ninety-three.
(harp plays a rising chord…)
Spriggs: I diddle, I. Who was that bum?
Bluebottle + Spriggs:
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po,
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong (bluebottle drops behind)
Ying tong iddle I po
Spriggs: Keep lad up. Keep.
Bluebottle: Keep up lad up.
Both: Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Spriggs: lad
Both: Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po (lad)
Iddle I po (lad)
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong (Spriggs: iddle) (Bluebottle: ying tong)
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong iddle
Bluebottle (spoken):
Ying tong iddle I po!
(short raspberry, Secombe)
Both: Oh!
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Iddle I po!
(trumpet bit)
Bluebottle:
Ying. Ying tongy tongy.
Ying tong iddle I po.
Ying tong iddle I po.
(Secombe under this: What a lovely lovely boy!)
(or Secombe under this: What a lovely melody devine!)
Ying ying ying tongy tongy.
(Milligan: Get out the rifle, sir.)
(or Milligan: Get off the record.)
Yeeeng.
Ying tong ying tong d’gy-n’o.
Ying tong d’ga.
(Secombe: Get away.)
D’g d’g d’ga.
Ying tong iddle I po.
Seagoon:Hear that crazy rhythm
Driving me insane.
Strike your partner on the bonce (bonk?).
(thump)
Eccles: Ooh. I felt no pain.
(Seagoon screeches)
Seagoon, Bluebottle and Eccles:
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying…
(harp chord rises)
Soprano: Take me back to Vienna….
(Raspberry section, probably Milligan)
Bloodnok: Ohhhhh!
Eccles: Oh!
(harp chord)
Soprano: Take me back to Vienna, where the….
(crash!)
Seagoon, Spriggs and Bluebottle (far off):
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
(mad dash to foreground)
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
(Spriggs: where’s he going lad?)
(BB: I don’t know)
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Seagoon: LOOK OUT!
(cry from Bluebottle)
(mad dash to distance)
(hastily)
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
(dash to foreground)
Ying tong…
(whine of bomb dropping, explosion)
Double speed, but same tempo, Goons:
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Iddle I po.
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Iddle I po.
One: Ying! Tongy tongy tongy.
Yiddy diddy diddy da daaa. Ying diddy.
Ying tong diddle. Yiddada boo.
All Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Iddle I po.
Eccles: Whoooooh!
Well.
I think I have deblahed it.
Scientology saves blahs.
Help me.
Help me too.
I wish to discuss the Mercury Prize. The Mercury music prize is a famously difficult beast to love. The reasons are myriad, but not least among them is the sense that its self-important air of intellectualism is a bit of a con: for all its broadcast-on-BBC2, helmed-by-a-professor, untainted-by-vulgar-commercial-considerations air, the entire thing is a marketing exercise, dreamed up to flog new albums to thirtysomething men in the traditionally “dead” period for record sales between July (when the nominees are announced) and September.
Slagging off the prize is a national sport, indulged in by everyone with a passing interest in music, including record company executives, rock critics, music fans and bloggers, the latter exceptionally creative in their criticism. If you’re a rock critic, saying you think they might have got it right feels like revoking your membership of a well-loved club, or refusing to indulge in a grand British tradition, like going shopping during the Cup final or having a Pot Noodle for Christmas lunch.
But if the debut album by London-based rapper Speech Debelle isn’t the most musically adventurous of the nominees – it certainly doesn’t deliver anything like the forward-looking sonic shock provided by the last hip-hop album to win the Mercury, Dizzee Rascal’s Boy in the Corner – and the artist who made it has some deeply peculiar opinions about her fellow pop stars (“Jesus went around preaching the gospel and touching people to make the blind see and making lepers better. Michael Jackson’s gone around the world and done that,” she opined in a London freesheet yesterday), it’s an intriguing, abeautifully made album, with a sound based less around samples than acoustic guitars and pianos.
Speech Debelle should of won prize it should been Nick Griifin.
Crabcakes.
Blah…
Blah-blah, blah-blah-blah-BLAH…
Blah-blah-blah-BLAH… Hey, Jude…
Better than turnip cakes.
‘wensleydale edam rochefort gorgonzola’
‘blah woop escape from the blah blah’
YES!
‘piffle oh bugger maybe not then gouda’
If If If If If If I I I I I write write write write write write every every every every every word word word word word 5 5 5 5 5 times times times times times maybe maybe maybe maybe maybe this this this this this will will will will will become become become become become readable readable readable readable readable between between between between between all all all all all the the the the the blah blah blah blah blah and and and and and and fox fox fox fox fox bummming bummming bummming bummming bummming?
Arse
blah
Help me to help myself.
Remember the Alamo.
Proctology Report.
I agree. Good point.
who is this neil craig guy anyway
does anyone like foxes?
RIGHT.
Nelson Nelson Nelson
Blah blah censored blah blah couldn’t make it up blah blah PC Gone Mad blah blah Orwellian nightmare barble blahdy bollocks blah. And so on.
political correctness gone mad!
Of course the war probably wouldn’t have happened if Britain had accepted the USSR’s offer of alliance. That would have instantly made it unw9nnable by Germany. At worst it would have been over in months with thousands rather than millions of deaths.
now fuck off you brain dead fuckwit.
blah
and I’m not gonna take it anymore!
Once out of nature I shall never take
my bodily form from any natural thing…
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