Friday, 5 November 2010

Remember, remember, the 5th of November

So, all the libertarian blogosphere is marching on Wastemonster again, hoping to draw attention to the plight of liberty and freedom.

I, on the other hand, am at the other end of the country, rogering a delightful young lady senseless in front of a log fire, followed by her feeding me champagne and nibbles.

Where are my priorities?

17 comments:

Joe Public said...

In your hand?

Onus Probandy said...

Presumably she's passed out and you're merely filling the time until she regains consciousness by boasting about it here?

Welshblogger said...

You need to be very careful, I have heard that CEOP are running sting operations at the moment. Your 'Young Lady' may well turn out to be a 19st Police Officer called Jim!

microdave said...

I won't be apologising this time...














You (jammy)) cunt.

Roger said...

I resent you using my name in that context you lucky cunt.

Michael Fowke said...

As if.

sixtypoundsaweekcleaner said...

Is she your boss? Will you get a wage rise?

Mitch said...

beats the hell out of your wank sock then?

was it the Micra with the roof down that pulled her?

RantinRab said...

Rohypnol, I presume?

Last time I used it I woke up with a sore arse. Never using it again...

Oleuanna said...

Rogering?? You do realise this is the 21st century right?

Dirty dirty Old man

Anonymous said...

Yep I shagged drank smoked dope.
Happy 5th he he!

regards

Definately anonoymous

Anonymous said...

Raymond, is that you?

Anonymous said...

Is she your boss? Will you get a wage rise?

At your age...Will you get any sort of rise?

MTG said...

Hello, Obno. Hello!

Bail for the fireside offences was moving slower than anticipated but I thought you would be home by now. Anyone there?

Anonymous said...

creating another child being born into a broken home!!

BTS said...

Obo, would you mind returning my grandmother now please as she really does need her medication..?

reg legume said...

Obo, where are you, you cunt?
My days are grey without your input.
Come back, all is forgiven, whatever it was. Put her down, ( she`ll be sore by now ) and give US some of your rancid, but astute comments, Please, very thank you much, sorry, fkin turkish keyboard