Mystifying, given that there are so few comments is probably down to the quality of material. The conclusion I draw is that many, many lurkers approve of the material, such as it is, and are donating accordingly.
Either that or Soup’s child bride business is booming and they are blackmailing him with incriminating photos.
Don’t know about now, but business was booming. That former bra model mb purchased quite a bit from him if I remember correctly. And her subsequent meltdown was the last vaguely interesting/amusing thing to have happened here on Lamebook. I so miss all the crazy bitches.
wordy They are very fussy over what you call a ladies cum trough, for instance if you were to say that a woman’s fist pocket was instead a word that rhymed with hunt, they’d get very angry. If when referencing a girls meat gutter you used a word that sounds like Twot, they’d stick their fingers in their ears and pretend not to listen.
It’s basically so all the females who come here don’t get offended by our coarse usage of the English language when talking about their fucking stinky, sweaty little fish boxes.
A big no-no on the whipped cream, it’s been done to death and there’s nothing worse then a cliched clit… Sour Cream may be the happy medium here, we could buy some crisps and use you as a dipping tray?
Done as it may be, it’s still tastier. But I can definitely live with sour cream.
After all, I’m not that flexible, so it might as well please you. It should camouflage the pus rather well too, and I so love being used.
I’m not against salsa either, if that’s your taste, and I’m naturally supplying the cheesy flavor.
We have a party in the making there
Try to keep the pus weepage to a minimum please, It may put the other ‘diners’ off if they think we’ve tried to foist them off with that fucking disgusting guacamole shite. Do you have any preference when it comes to crisps, biscuity stick things or tortillas?
Ah! A cultural challenge this morning. I actually had to look it up. I woulnd’t want to look like an idiot, now. I mean, obviously, one can tell I take care of my refined Lamebook image.
Crisps being chips. Biscuits seem to be crackers. And tortillas are… well… tortillas.
I’m not a huge fan of chips or tortillas, so I’ll have to go with sticks (no pun intended), but really, it’s not my mouth I was planning to stuff.
For fucks sake scotty we’re not fucking made of Salsa you know!?..We haven’t got an endless supply of pots of Sour Cream growing on a tree in the back yard….Ok we do have a cellar full of Asian sex slaves, but that’s hardly the point is it?
Sorry wandr I had no idea he was going to throw himself up you like that, stay still whilst I re-apply the dips.
Mock me all you like, mofo, but I do insist it’s crucial to differentiate the English and American biscuits. Seriously, have you had what the Americans (and Canadians, I must add) call a biscuit? It’s fucking gross. That shit’s not coming anywhere near me.
And my talents as food dish are beyond any mockery. I’m a fucking genius at this job. I’m thinking of going pro.
I wasn’t mocking you wandr I more then anybody would not want to be involved in a transatlantic biscuit confusion …they can be very messy affairs, just look what happened last time there was a biscuit mix up…. we ended up invading Iraq… Weapons of Mass Biscuits my arse.