RobMc

Those small wheels don't go with that stunning outfit ? bitch

Ok, contest closed, and the winner is @TBB for giving me the hots for this cute chick, wonder if it is a woman? [get it?] My poodle is all excited at the thought of chewing your bone, please wash it first

Yep one of many daring raids { google cockleshell heroes] conducted out of desperation at the time to strike back with our limited resources. It was successful in a way, but in hindsight the fear Churchill had over the German battleships was unfounded, a legacy from his time in the admiralty in ww1. Just look at how little action they fought in, the Bismark for example, but he was fixated on them, especially the Tirpitz, but hindsight is easy. All those brave men, on all sides, died for what? this is the real sad face of war, we lose our finest. ps the comments in your article are not quite right, the charges went off far later than intended, that is why so many were killed, it was a tourist attraction. pps look up 'lend lease' she was one of those

Your collection is getting creepy @TBB

My poodle is offering a free blow job to the winner, keep those entries coming in, judging tomorrow after chapter 2 of anthropology. If one of our ladies win Rob will present the prize personally, brushing my teeth now in anticipation.

Hey Thickiam, I've had a few sherbets now, send seal team six, and send the other five fckrs too, my poodle loves seals, pity the pubs are shut we could go out clubbing (get it?) just before you whap my ass, or your army, or your dreams.

GET THOSE ENTRIES IN

Thickiam appeared before St. Peter at the Pearly Gates. "Have you ever done anything of particular merit?" St. Peter asked. "Well, I can think of one thing," he offered. "On a trip to the Big Horn Mountains out in Wyoming, I came upon a gang of bikers who were threatening a young woman. I directed them to leave her alone, but they wouldn't listen. So, I approached the largest and most ugly tattooed biker and smacked him in the face, kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring, and threw it on the ground." I yelled, "Now, back off or I'll kick the shit out of all of you" Saint Peter was impressed, "When did this happen?" "Couple of minutes ago."

Lets have a 'I seen Rob' contest the winner gets to buy me a beer then step outside with my pet poodle, Rockape may even give a medal? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM ? fckrs

You fckr Mike DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I'm gonna get my army to kick your arse I can beat ten of you pissed with a gherkin in my mouth, I'm hard

It's a 2 joint phrase ?

This is two people who's first language obviously isn't English getting mixed up, calm down boys, he is NOT teasing you Kapt, he is teasing me, we do it every day in game. ps FU Baron

Exactly what the fckr is !

Oh don't worry, there'll be plenty more to come

I was born near Washington in the north east UK, the original Washington of US president fame, not one of those cheap ‘knock offs’ that followed. As a teenager I roamed the area, part of it now a wildlife reserve, but then a source of targets for my air rifle, picking up bushcraft skills to avoid capture by the local lords gamekeepers, told my mother the pheasants came from a friend. Little did I think that my involvement with Washington would not end there, but it would flourish into my passion for anthropology with primitive beings, great times lay ahead, and those bushcraft skills would come in handy. Years later I found myself in one of the ‘knock offs’ and this is where the story begins. Thickiam was having a bad day, the cold wet rain trickled into his eyes, running straight off his bald scalp, the hairs on his back were sodden and matted and the hairs on his palms itched. As he squatted behind the bush that served as a toilet for him and his 36 brethren he regretted having that extra hot chile sauce on the delicious Skunk roast his wife/sister/mother had cooked for him. ‘That skunk sure smells sweeter than you honey’ said his wife/sister/mother when she served it in the hollowed out skull the family treasured as kitchenware. ‘It’s only two months until your annual bathe in the Potomac, you must be excited ?’. Thickiam grunted, ‘ You think I have money to burn on toiletries? I need that money for server donations, you know how important I am to that clan?’. His wife/sister/mother shook her head, as far as she knew the only friend he had was his pet rat that shared his bed, the only thing that would put up with the smell. His once faithful hound was ignoring him too, after being excluded from the ‘pick up’ truck his brother/cousin/father had ‘found’ by the side of the road. Thickiam thought the term pick up was for courting and used the truck on visits to woo his auntie bucktooth who he’d long fancied, word is a little thicko is due soon? As I discovered during my subsequent studies delusions ran rampant in his brain, there was plenty of space after all, what was real and imagined were to him the same. But I digress, I had been sent by my mentors in the UK [ Duc, Duck and Duckies] to visit this primitive tribe in ‘knock off Washington’ and see what stage of civilisation they had reached. This was to prove a challenge, never before had I encountered such savagery and debauchery, I needed all my wits and experience for this one. My sponsors said I was to be ‘inserted’ into the tribe, let me tell you I did not like the sound of this at all ? Remember at the time it was thought I was dealing with a Rambo, only later did it transpire that Rambo was a Mary Poppins. As the tribe were quite literally, how do I put this nicely, intermingling, insertion needed defining. Once the terms of my placement were cleared up, my adventures began, my instructions were to monitor behaviour patterns and see how far up the evolutionary scale they had clawed, unfortunately as I found out, the nails were clipped. So on that fateful stormy day I strode onto the property to introduce myself, a pack of dog treats in my pocket (neighbours said they were partial to chicken flavour). My first sight was Thickiam squatting behind the bush with the family gathered around awarding scores on what he produced. Suddenly a huge bolt of lightening lit the sky up, the family went rigid with stupid grins on their faces, then it slowly dawned on me, the fckrs thought they were being photographed, this was going to be challenging. To be continued

Hey now, us UK boys drink real beer not piss ps Kapt 20 stone is 280 pounds

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How come you ALWAYS get the fit chicks ?????

She was the only girl I could pick up ? the others were 20 stone, a funny girl, she had an inflated opinion of her sexual prowess? Sadly after covid it looks very much as though UK pubs have died, let us hope they recover

I can see the needle and the damage done in the image, must be after his covid jab

There's a white boat coming up the river

My butler wouldn't be seen dead in it dear boy I drive an 18 year old merc s class This car will be featured in the new wheeler dealer series on tv

Yep