Public lynching; Damo aka that Coffin cunt…

[Mr Jones]

now mr jones is going to get asked for tits all the time.

They're only A cup. I'll have to get bolt ons

[cheapracer]

I'll get back to making random "+1" comments until my post count is up high enough to be grand wizard of the Internet

+1.

[tut]

fucking caddy owners.. whiney cunts, all of them

[buzz]

whining like a diff. Or a bitch. Or my bitch of a diff.

Damo did cruise it like a boss!

[tut]

my diff whines like a bitch

[Sketchy]

lol oi cunt, I did put it thru the car wash opposite work. ... didnt really look at it over sat/sun, but it could have gotten shat on at Brodburger whilst I was having a bourbon.

If I had noticed, I would have happily taken it for another drive ..... didnt attempt skids, as stated before, scared of it hanging sideways and taking out the east coast of Australia

Big old cars are way easy to skid. Ask me how I know.....

[VE Safari]

Big old cars are way easy to skid. Ask me how I know.....

How do you know?

[Kyle]

How do you know?

Shirley he's just talking out his ass..?

[Marv]

How do you know?

Settle down with a cup of sasquatch piss, kids, and listen to the tale of the Sketchy who could skid.

Several years ago a young man by the name of Ruddiger Gigglefingers was on the lookout for a machine that could display emotions in people as it passed them by - particularly if they were young, nubile women with orifices tighter than a Jew's wallent. He wanted to moisten the loins of these strumpets (buxom or not) to satisfy a competition he was having with the Sultan Of Caboolture, otherwise known as Baron von Singlepegger. The Baron had decreed that respect was only earned by either mashing one's eye socket with a large off-road motorcycle while tumbling down a hill backwards into a pile of rocks and angry stotes, and young Ruddiger was having none of it.

Early attempts at garnering respect were quashed as his mouldy old Kraut econobox left the quims of many cold, as did the Tofu Delivery Hatchback of Mount Akina. The answer only came in the form of Bootsy Collins' personal car dealer, George 'The Pyschadelic Dumptruck' Johnstone. Dumpers (as he was known to friends) wooed Ruddiger into his sinful lair with offerings of milk, cookies, a brutal spot of anal fingering and a mint black Mercedes 300 SEL 6.3. Although originally thought to be myth dreamed up by Hitler's parrot and a manatee named Frederick, the Mercedes was very real, very black and very capable of greasing the holes of many a fetching young lass. Ruddiger knew he had to have it, so he crossed Dumpers' palm with much gold, some unicorn sperm and two half-eaten burritos and drove away in the sleek Mercedes.

However, one of the foibles of the Mercedes presented itself on the way home. While tapping his foot in time to his much-loved yodelling album, "Darna Yodels Up A Pancake" by "Wisconsin Darna", he discovered the Mercedes was rocking in time to his foot. Obviously, this meant the car enjoyed a good spot of yodelling and so Ruddiger drove on enjoying the soothing sounds of a drugged-up mid-western housewife falling down a hill while gargling (which is what all yodelling sounds like). Once Ruddiger came to a stop, though, he realised the car's tyres were spinning each time he tapped to the beat. Soon he noticed a crowd gathering, marvelling at the disco inferno pumping from the back of the Mercedes, blocking the sun and choking greenies on their cups of dandelion tea.

"The bitches," he proclaimed, "are wet". He quickly ventured to the Baron's palace and verily laid down a smoking that could be seen in space... or the Gateway Bridge (hi Boothy). The Baron was shocked and awed, relinquishing power to a rapidly departing Ruddiger (who passed on it, as he was too busy picking up sluts on the Goldie to bother with Caboolture). Soon afterwards, he changed his name to Sketchy McSkiddengoober and was lost in a sea of moisten poon. The end.

[Tobed0g]

Saved the thread

[big_pete]

"The bitches," he proclaimed, "are wet".

GOLD!

[Billzilla]

Gold.
Pool room.

[nastypaul]

aaaand this is why we love PF.

Nice one.

[rowdytoot]

fucking WIN!

[Sketchy]

Marv's ritual monday acid trip

I was going to say depress brake, depress accelerator, wait for smoke and start twirling the wheel, but Sketchy McSkiddengoober works too

[tut]

lol at namechange

[Russell]

And with a single post of awesomeness a thread that was vying for the title of "Shittest PF thread of 2011" is now worthy of respect and a place in the pool room. Fucking win.

[Sketchy]

lol at namechange

I was in the process of sending a PM to ask for it, PF froze, then unfroze and it was already done


Best tuesday ever

[Asteroid]

Lol at Baron von Singlepegger

[evil_weevil]

Lol at Baron von Singlepegger

+1 and Damo is still a cunt! :d

[Forg Dammit]

Settle down with a cup of sasquatch piss, kids, and listen to the tale of the Sketchy who could skid.

Several years ago a young man by the name of Ruddiger Gigglefingers was on the lookout for a machine that could display emotions in people as it passed them by - particularly if they were young, nubile women with orifices tighter than a Jew's wallent. He wanted to moisten the loins of these strumpets (buxom or not) to satisfy a competition he was having with the Sultan Of Caboolture, otherwise known as Baron von Singlepegger. The Baron had decreed that respect was only earned by either mashing one's eye socket with a large off-road motorcycle while tumbling down a hill backwards into a pile of rocks and angry stotes, and young Ruddiger was having none of it.

Early attempts at garnering respect were quashed as his mouldy old Kraut econobox left the quims of many cold, as did the Tofu Delivery Hatchback of Mount Akina. The answer only came in the form of Bootsy Collins' personal car dealer, George 'The Pyschadelic Dumptruck' Johnstone. Dumpers (as he was known to friends) wooed Ruddiger into his sinful lair with offerings of milk, cookies, a brutal spot of anal fingering and a mint black Mercedes 300 SEL 6.3. Although originally thought to be myth dreamed up by Hitler's parrot and a manatee named Frederick, the Mercedes was very real, very black and very capable of greasing the holes of many a fetching young lass. Ruddiger knew he had to have it, so he crossed Dumpers' palm with much gold, some unicorn sperm and two half-eaten burritos and drove away in the sleek Mercedes.

However, one of the foibles of the Mercedes presented itself on the way home. While tapping his foot in time to his much-loved yodelling album, "Darna Yodels Up A Pancake" by "Wisconsin Darna", he discovered the Mercedes was rocking in time to his foot. Obviously, this meant the car enjoyed a good spot of yodelling and so Ruddiger drove on enjoying the soothing sounds of a drugged-up mid-western housewife falling down a hill while gargling (which is what all yodelling sounds like). Once Ruddiger came to a stop, though, he realised the car's tyres were spinning each time he tapped to the beat. Soon he noticed a crowd gathering, marvelling at the disco inferno pumping from the back of the Mercedes, blocking the sun and choking greenies on their cups of dandelion tea.

"The bitches," he proclaimed, "are wet". He quickly ventured to the Baron's palace and verily laid down a smoking that could be seen in space... or the Gateway Bridge (hi Boothy). The Baron was shocked and awed, relinquishing power to a rapidly departing Ruddiger (who passed on it, as he was too busy picking up sluts on the Goldie to bother with Caboolture). Soon afterwards, he changed his name to Sketchy McSkiddengoober and was lost in a sea of moisten poon. The end.

[SkidFace]

In before poolroom. Epic post marv.

[Mr Jones]

[Billzilla]

In before poolroom. Epic post marv.

Yep it's To The Pool Room for this thread.