King Coconut

The day is young.

If Doctor Ken has a white coat on, your sugar pills are scientifically proven to have a good chance of taking the edge off it.

Just because a pill works doesn't mean it works. Still, as long as it works, who gives a fuck.

It could also potentially be the snakiest oil ever.

'I'll gladly take this over humidity and a cock like an engorged donkey'.

 

Seems pretty open and shut to me.

Never mind...

Add Cologne and Munich to the list of German cities worth visiting, but Otto was unusually right with his description of Berlin. It's truly a unique city on this planet if you have an interest in modern history. It's dripping with it.

I'm actually shitting while writing this.

This thread is a rich vein!

I often worry that I don't find enough black women attractive. I wonder if there's some subconscious racialism going on. I would fuck all the Arabs though, so I guess I'm OK.

As I understand the law, the worst they can do is not pay you for the notice period, which you haven't worked anyway, so...

 

I highly doubt that it is.

Alright then, cool.

Discussion forum? If it was an evolutionary trait we'd likely all be spider pussies, like we all walk upright, have an appendix and see in colour. It's a nurture thing.

 

I can't understand spider fear in the UK either.

I'm not going to look it up, but I think the definition of a phobia is an irrational fear, isn't it? So there's nothing to understand.

 

Other than the likelihood that our distant ancestors were hardwired to be wary of a creature that, in their day and habitat, probably could kill them.

If it is an evolved behaviour, it's not a phobia, but I highly doubt that it is.

I've never met a baby that flips out when it sees a spider, but if its parents do, the baby is likely sticking spiders on its list of shit to freak out about. Break the chain people! Fear the horses!

Don't listen to Coconut, Scott. I enjoyed your story, despite the lack of your face being shat on at the end.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it too but we all know that 80% of Branq's exploits end with him catching AIDS off of someone's arse and this one had all the hallmarks. Would you have been surprised if 2 minutes later he'd heard flustered whispering from the bog? "Scott, you've used up all the paper mopping up your piss and my arse is still caked with shit. Do something about it!"

Quite disappointed with the end of that story. I'd have bet my cock that she'd be shitting on your face before the night was out.

I can't understand spider fear in the UK either. Horses, on the other hand, can fuck you right up.

What the fuck is wrong with you people?

Well impressed if you're posting from a squatter.. that's some toilet A-game.

If he is, he's about to find out the hard way where the true difficulty lies. I pray he's got a holeside table.

As Pieage.

Yep. My wife was dead against it too but after a year of none of us getting any sleep I sent her out for the evening and fixed it forever.

Yep. Leaving them screaming themselves to sleep is hard but it's an instant solution.

This shit should be called the Arafat Effect because that fucker definitely died twice.

Nope. They've all slid into this dimension from a dimension where Mandela actually died in the 80s.

...Oddly encouraged by the other half.

It's a trap.

That IS a happy ending, you miserable fuck.