ISeeRed

Tattoos are great so long as they match the personality of the person showing them off... i.e. if you don't think your personality matches the message sent out by others viewing the tattoo, then don't get it done.

I've always been a muff muncher, myself.

Women don't need to achieve greatness in order to get people to fuck them ;) Thank you.

I also quite fancied that character from the HR office with the big tits - in the middle in the pic below Weighing her tits in this scene...

I particularly liked that scene where the Dr Statham character gave the mad HR woman a (leaking) locket filled with his spunk for her birthday.

Felched

Well, I wouldn't exactly say no to a juicy arse and NATURAL tits, of course...but would I be correct in assuming she has fake (i.e. solid) boobs?

If 'increased production funding for comedy' means fitter underwear-clad girls taking part in Benny Hill-type chases, then I'm all for it. Otherwise, there may just be a clue in the fact top stand up comics only really need a microphone as a prop...

I once heard a female comedian say, 'men act like there's safety information written on women's chests.' I can't say I disagree...

I can't stand that kind of thing. For some reason rugby players seem to think it's the funniest/wittiest/most original 'jape' in the entire history of the universe to dress up in women's clothes.

I ate one of these fuckers late yesterday: Only probelem being it was over two days out of date and, well, let's just say I could currently give a marching brass band of skunks a run for their money...

Did I misread this, or did your brother bring home a fit French bird, then pass out on your sofa whilst you fed said lady a selection of England's finest cheeses? Sounds like a bit of a result to me...

I'll be glad when all this six nations bollocks is over. Plus...rugby injuries can make you tetraplegic - i.e. unable to move your body from the neck down & reliant on others to wipe your arse/prick after evacuations. Actually, thinking about it, it also makes you reliant on others to induce arse/prick evacuations... I'd take a badly broken leg over that any day. I fuckin' hate rugby.

nuzzling

I love the theatre nut & will go to almost anything. I find it a bit like pizza - even when it's shite, it's not bad... Anyway, I'm basically replying to say I saw Ian McKellen playing King Lear in the RSC 'Complete Works' season in Stratford a couple of years ago AND HE GOT HIS KNOB OUT. It was, of course, fucking massive - almost down to his knee - and a completely gratuitous display, as there is no need whatsoever for anyone playing Lear to flash his todger. I mentioned this to a mate of mine who is also well into literature/plays, and apparently it's not the first time the McKellen wanger has been exhibited on stage. I bet he wouldn't whip it out so often if it was tiny, though...

The really rather gorgeous SSN presenter Millie Clode...

And of course, the uttely gorgeous Millie Clode from SSN

Crowded House did a great job joshing with the security at Glastonbury last year... Not sure if this link will work, but here goes - the messing around with security starts at about 25 secs, then again at 6.20 near the end of the song

Whoops! Had better amend what I wrote following a google search that established the true facts....

Best way to go for a ride on a mountain (well, excluding snow porn...):

I know some people who think the lovely German tennis player Anke Huber looks like a man... They obviously haven't seen this delightful lady when the wind has caught her skirt: Hubba hubba!

You could always try a variation on the ledgendary cricketing sledge that allegedly occurred when Glenn McGrath lost his rag cos Otto Brandes, the rotund South African No. 11, kept playing and missing. McGrath: Why are you so fat? Brandes: Because every time I fuck your wife, she gives me a biscuit.

Not a response to hecklers, but the best start to a comedy show I've ever seen was when this guy came on holding a couple of house bricks. He said, 'I'm not saying I'm nervous, but I just found these in my pants...'