Wednesday, 4 March 2009

( . Y . ) Currant buns for tea...

After the visual spectacle of Alec Hollandaise brethren on a hickey rampage, The Gathering Of Chumlies flicked through the tellybox to see what other visual treatage was in store...

Vacuous gormstresses and their airhead friends!


Jades, Chantelles and Vikki type scabbers, minging munters wanting mammoth mammaries whilst beingk as fick as shit, or sumfink.


Take pizza faced hag and her brainless "supportive mate", whose there to see how mammoth her puppydogs have become:

"Wotcha fink?"
"Oh My God! Your boobs are bigger!!"
Well, WTF did you expect them to be after an jugular augmentation!! She's had an enlargement - so of course they'll be bigger you ditzy ass troll!!

Then there's troutpout and her feckless tart of a mate:

"How'd it go, babe?"
"God, my boobs look bigger. I think it's the swelling from the operation."
No, you thick twat, they're bigger coz you've had waterbags shoved into 'em, you thick sod!

Mind you, you can't blame them for wanting to look pretty - especially if they thought they'd turn into that scarfaced troll harridan of a mother! Eurgh! 


Still, I blame the parents. Just as blank of thought as their daughters.

"I don't want her to have a boob job. She's too young. She needs time to develop. I mean, it's wrong, against nature, and it can all go wrong. So I'm going halves on paying the 5 grand for it".
And don't get me started on the glammuh muddul wannabe - only wants to be a glammuh muddle coz SHE'S TOO FICK TO DO ANYTHING ELSE...

Luckily, I only caught 15 mins of it before I was summarily ejected from my friends domicile, as the incessant parade of boobage had clearly left them "ready for bed", if you know what I mean (and I'm sure that you do!)...


Tired my ass - fired up into a sexual frenzy by leech orgies and jugfests more like!