Scudamore

Well it would have been easier not to write it...but there you go... I'm very sorry for your loss (of inches) Oh and it's banana...

If you're only giving them an inch you should expect to be cheated on...

I said crunch...

Much more likely scenario is you knocking on the doors of St Ives trying to find him...in order to eat that cucumber non?

I blame it for everything... But is this the lamest excuse yet? http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/2777163/Credit-crisis-blamed-for-rising-number-of-adulterous-wives.html

I was down the pub watching England. Why weren't you?

They do have a good sense of humour to be fair... Putting Terry Venables in front of that orange background was genius...

Nah. It's a storyline from Eastenders that they've recycled 24 times Get's better everytime...

And this one woman did something then another woman done something else and... Was this written by a five year old?

Well that's a fair point...i do like Lurpak butter though... And to be fair the bloke should have known better than to have the stag do the day before the wedding...

Fluffer?

My brother went to one where the stag was given a costume...one item of which was a fake beard...it later transpired that the fake beard consisted of pubic hair cut from all the people there... Now that is funny...and not gay... F::cking cucumber up the arse indeed...

Once again...not actually funny...slightly gay though...

But...that's not funny... Some people are utter mongs... The point of the stag do is to make sure the stag enjoys his night out...

botter

That's three words

I want to do Annie Mac

It?

He's referring to the whores. You do have to pay extra...

Vernon Kaye however needs a plastic bag over his head...

Used to think he was alright...but his pally act with Chappers has grated has irked me on recent listens... I do like the Wonder Years on a Friday though...

You forgot Vernon Kaye

You have beautiful eyes

Is this your cum face?

I'm so ronery, so ronery So ronery and sadry arone There's no one, just me onry Sitting on my rittle throne I work very hard And make up great prans But nobody listens no one understands Seems like no one takes me seriousry And so, I'm ronery A bittle ronery Poor rittle me There's nobody I can rerate to Feel rike a bird in a cage It's kinda sirry but not rearry Because it's firring my body with rage I'm the smartest most crever most physically fit But nobody else seems to rearize it When I change the world maybe they'll notice me And until then I'll just be ronery Yeah a rittle ronery Poor rittle me I'm so ronery