Monday, November 7, 2011

Father Knows Best

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  1. Ben

  2. Codename Dutchess

    Oohh I get it. By posting this Brian can claim that he is the reason for Robin’s big dong, and thus, that he has a big dong via proxy.

    Also, stop being a cheap bastard and just buy some damn condoms.

  3. I’d be more pissed off if my name was Robin.

  4. I like the “me gusta” at the bottom of the second one. I didn’t take very much Spanish but that means whoever posted is a girl right?

  5. “Like” (or gusta) is an irregular verb in Spanish, so it is usually gusta(or gustan if used in a formal manner). I don’t quite remember why. But in this case, it has nothing to do with the gender of the person.

  6. Codename Dutchess

    dragonfly– Normally, I would agree. Robin is a pretty iffy name for a boy who doesnt plan on following around a muscular man in black leather with a ‘utility belt’ for the rest of his days however, Arsenal has a striker named Robin Van Persie who is the fucking man so I cant hate.

    Still a cheap bastard though.

  7. I dunno about Robin… I used to know three brothers; Robin, Stacey and Kelly. Poor kids… They’re all fags now, probably.

    And what’s with Brian feeling the need to declare the enormity of his rod twice? How old is this guy ffs… You named your son Robin. You both now have vaginas, case closed.

  8. Right, right. I certainly believe him.

  9. The sheer fucktardedness of Robin to even want to post something like this online trumps the spasticly monging response that inevitably follows.

    In a fair world this would NOT be allowed to have happened. Where, oh where, have we as a species gone so horribly wrong?

  10. drchalkwitheringlicktacklefeff

    I remember a friend of mine used to have a lot of social anxiety. He was in group therapy for a while, and part of the therapy involved exercises where the group were encouraged to deliberately put themselves in situations that were uncomfortable for them; stuff like going to clubs, talking to strangers, that sort of thing. The idea being to get them used to uncomfortable situations.

    One of the exercises was to go into a pharmacy and say loudly “Excuse me. Have you got any smaller condoms? These condoms are too big for me.”

  11. Whenever I run out of spunk sacks I use an old sports sock to slip over my pork pole… just tell the fuck hole you’re with that it’s ‘heeled’ for extra pleasure.

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