Flauwemoppendraad

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Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Nietzsche

Kut pc.

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Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door The Paulus Experience

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[NieuwNoors]

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Libro

Hoe Lang is een Chinees.

Hee-Lang is zijn broer.

[cookie monster]

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Libro

Hoe Lang is een Chinees.

Hoe Heet is zijn vrouw

[NieuwNoors]

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door cookie monster

Hoe Heet is zijn vrouw

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PS: Vooral niet dubbelzinnig lezen

[Klojo eerste klas]

ik, ambtenaar, ben vandaag moe van 't werken (als dat geen mop is weet ik het niet meer)

[Zucht]

Een Irishman walked out a bar...

[Libro]

Een ondernemer betaalde zijn belastingen...

[Travis66]

Het is wit en het staat in een hoek.
- Een gestrafte ijskast.

Het is wit en kubusvormig
- Een ping pong blokje

Het is wit en gevaarlijk
- een bende wilde yoghurt

[Klojo eerste klas]

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Travis66

Het is wit en het staat in een hoek.
- Een gestrafte ijskast.

Het is wit en kubusvormig
- Een ping pong blokje Het is wit en gevaarlijk
- een bende wilde yoghurt

Zeg, Travis ? Dat kruisje om je onderschrift weg te klikken werkt niet

[Travis66]

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Klojo eerste klas

Zeg, Travis ? Dat kruisje om je onderschrift weg te klikken werkt niet

Serieus? Probeer anders het minimaliseer knopje.

[bembem]

die moppen worden hier flauwer en flauwer ....

[Nietzsche]

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door bembem

die moppen worden hier flauwer en flauwer ....

Jij ook.

[Allesstroomt]

Twee koeien in de gracht. De ene tegen de andere : ik zit sloot.

[reservespeler]

WAAROM is er een parkeerplaats voor gehandicapten voor een schaatsbaan?

[HRobin]

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door reservespeler

WAAROM is er een parkeerplaats voor gehandicapten voor een schaatsbaan?

Uit ervaring:

[Libro]

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door bembem

die moppen worden hier flauwer en flauwer ....

Da's de bedoeling: zie titel van het topic

[brette]

Wat is de voornaam van E.T. ?









Jodela




Als dit een goed mop is, staat ze niet op haar plaats

[HRobin]

An actual customer review from Amazon in the UK, after he used VEET Hair Removal Cream for Men in an attempt to manscape his anal zone as a surprise to the wife (and let's face it, what wife wouldn't be trilled at the gesture). Do not drink anything while reading this. You've been warned:

"After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit if a treat.

I ordered it well in advance and working in the North Sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...Oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn’t have long to wait.

At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling not to bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen, by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, toe the lid off and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and an tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running its engines behind me.

This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.

Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering “ooooohhh that feels good” Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn't heard her come in it caused an involuntary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout fired against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn't the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn't improve my status…so to sum it up, VEET removes hair, dignity and self-respect..."