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Menswear: Style Caption Competiton Thread
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5 Dec 2013 12:05
Right, whats's goin on with fuk?
Off to Selfridges, need a new smother. Where's that money MoB gave me?…………
This guy. Where's my facking London Undercover brolly?
Fucking 'ell I look well cool. Time for a night out!
Must knock this on the head. Ah it's ok, it was only that time in Bangkok!
'Ave that ipad you cunt.
Well nervous about my Christmas do. Hair's gonna be all over the gaff. Makes me sweat just thinking about it….
STILL GOT IT!!!! Who needs London Undercover, I'm getting under her cover!
Just gotta get home with barnet in tact……
23 Feb 2014 00:26
Brmmmmmmm….
Hello who is it?
Delivery sir
Sorry wrong house ive not ordered anything
You sure, This is 1 Goth Street, Nanville, N1N JAH right?
Err Yeah, cant really come to the door now can you just leave it on the steps
Sorry sir gonna need a signature
Ok fine Im coming, im filming everything though as last time a delivery man was here it cost me 500 quid in pizzas
Ok sorry Im gonna have to sit down to do this, where do I sign?
just here sir
Voila
Now give me my fucking xbox….i mean spellbook
posted 23 Feb 2014 00:41, edited 23 Feb 2014 00:41
One of these lucky sorts got the full brunt of my appalling chat-up lines last Thursday night whilst blind drunk. One candid photo, 30 sizzling ladies, one lamb kebab. Let the boat meet the berk.
Hello girls. Right, some would say that the smell of Eggplant Moussaka emanating from my breath on that fateful night is somewhat of an aphrodite. The question is, could one of you be my Aphrodite? Lets have a go.
Not a fan Holly-Jade?
Oooh no it smells like bouillabaisse, or parmigiana.
Sorry Holly-Jade, that’s Greek to me!
Alana, you’ve got all the qualities I just about remember of my dream squeeze. Big tits, dark hair, annnd dark hair. What words could you say to me to jog my memory.
You’re no longer David Webb.
No not you Albert. Alana.
We’ll be flying at 2,000 miles per hour an altitude of 200 feet
Nope, wasn’t a trolly dolly
Loli, Boooop, sorry luv, you're about as greek as spaghetti carbonara.
OK. Final round. Lets see, what Carl thinks! Could it be the lovely Gemma? Please say Gemma Carl.
Sorry Berk, it was Lucy-Jo
Hi Berk!
Disappointed. Must have been the goggles.
Right, whats's goin on with fuk?
Off to Selfridges, need a new smother. Where's that money MoB gave me?…………
This guy. Where's my facking London Undercover brolly?
Fucking 'ell I look well cool. Time for a night out!
Must knock this on the head. Ah it's ok, it was only that time in Bangkok!
'Ave that ipad you cunt.
Well nervous about my Christmas do. Hair's gonna be all over the gaff. Makes me sweat just thinking about it….
STILL GOT IT!!!! Who needs London Undercover, I'm getting under her cover!
Just gotta get home with barnet in tact……
Brmmmmmmm….
Hello who is it?
Delivery sir
Sorry wrong house ive not ordered anything
You sure, This is 1 Goth Street, Nanville, N1N JAH right?
Err Yeah, cant really come to the door now can you just leave it on the steps
Sorry sir gonna need a signature
Ok fine Im coming, im filming everything though as last time a delivery man was here it cost me 500 quid in pizzas
Ok sorry Im gonna have to sit down to do this, where do I sign?
just here sir
Voila
Now give me my fucking xbox….i mean spellbook
One of these lucky sorts got the full brunt of my appalling chat-up lines last Thursday night whilst blind drunk. One candid photo, 30 sizzling ladies, one lamb kebab. Let the boat meet the berk.
Hello girls. Right, some would say that the smell of Eggplant Moussaka emanating from my breath on that fateful night is somewhat of an aphrodite. The question is, could one of you be my Aphrodite? Lets have a go.
Not a fan Holly-Jade?
Oooh no it smells like bouillabaisse, or parmigiana.
Sorry Holly-Jade, that’s Greek to me!
Alana, you’ve got all the qualities I just about remember of my dream squeeze. Big tits, dark hair, annnd dark hair. What words could you say to me to jog my memory.
You’re no longer David Webb.
No not you Albert. Alana.We’ll be flying at 2,000 miles per hour an altitude of 200 feet
Nope, wasn’t a trolly dolly
Loli, Boooop, sorry luv, you're about as greek as spaghetti carbonara.
OK. Final round. Lets see, what Carl thinks! Could it be the lovely Gemma? Please say Gemma Carl.
Sorry Berk, it was Lucy-Jo
Hi Berk!
Disappointed. Must have been the goggles.
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