[Ninastar]

hahahaha

[Judas]

Originally Posted by Stu

Excuse me.



I humped a kettle for that crap.

You do realise this is now proberly on some kettle fetish website, and not the kind of police kettling that gets arista off...

- Saves picture in folder of members and passionately stokes self -

[Stu]

That or a fetish website for people who get off on blokes with riddiculously thin wrists.

[Judas]

Originally Posted by Stu

That or a fetish website for people who get off on blokes with riddiculously thin wrists.

Or door handles in the background of pictures with kettles in the foreground.

Oh, I like the wrists. I prefer skinny to all that stuff where you have to exercise and... workout.

[Stu]

Enough about my stringy junkie arms though and back to the kettle. As kettles go it's a damn fine kettle, is it not.

[Judas]

Originally Posted by Stu

Enough about my stringy junkie arms though and back to the kettle. As kettles go it's a damn fine kettle, is it not.

Man, it's a damn fine kettle. It's like the kettle next door, we have all seen but just want a little bit of. I have a kettle fetish for ones like this:


Imagine getting your hands around that


Now that is a KILF.

[Tom4784]

Originally Posted by stu

Rofl.

EDIT: Ugh, Photobucket's being a pain again.

[Stu]

Originally Posted by Judas

Man, it's a damn fine kettle. It's like the kettle next door, we have all seen but just want a little bit of. I have a kettle fetish for ones like this:


Imagine getting your hands around that


Now that is a KILF.

Do I see a dazzling cerulean blue leather grip affair on the handle of the top kettle? Because stuff like that just makes me go weak at the knees.



Now that's my kind of kettle.

[Niall]

I was laughing so hard at that video last night. Omg.

[Shaun]

Originally Posted by Stu

oh this thread

[King Gizzard]

I just realised that quote doesn't even make sense lol

[Shaun]

shall I change it to loving and pretend that was the quote all along?

[The Human Santapede]

This thread made me laugh so much. I miss you having that lady as your avatar.

[Vicky.]

Love this thread so much

[The Human Santapede]

Did Vicky ever give you your £20 btw?

[Shaun]

Nope

[Vicky.]

/stingy

[King Gizzard]

Buy her the picture instead

[King Gizzard]

or him

[The Human Santapede]

You were right the first time.

[King Gizzard]

I cba to find the old thread, but there was a paul ross picture

Well would you believe it Jeff! it's only 2500 pounds now!

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Box-Canvas-P...5355729&sr=8-1

[Shaun]

Honestly if you read at least one of the reviews for these things a day you will never be unhappy

[Shaun]

After missing out in a close-run auction for a life-like bust of CJ de Mooi from televisions all action 'Eggheads', I was at a loss as to what to spend the 3,000 pounds I had recently won on the 'guess when Amy Winehouse would expire' competition run through my local newspaper.

Words cannot express my sheer delight when I stumbled across this Box Canvas Print of Paul Ross! Having recently moved to Australia, life has been quite quiet walking around beaches, getting sunburnt and drinking second rate beer.
I really have missed the opportunity to see such stars as Mr.Ross due to the lack of enthusiasm for the Christmas Pantomime here in the Asia Pacific region, which, in the UK, provides all stars who wish to progress from the likes of hard-knock boybands such as 'East 17' or daytime television shows such as 'Going for Gold' to the next level of entertainment by parading as a prince, a rotund maturing woman, or even the back end of a horse.

Now I have my canvas print of Paul Ross, he stares out from my kitchen wall across the balcony and out towards the Sydney Opera House with a look in his eye that indicates that is exactly where he see's his next performance...following in the steps of Bryan McFadden. I often take him on the ferry with me over to the harbour to show to the resident Aborigine, "Boscoe" who entertains tourists with his digeridoo. Boscoe was so taken with the picture of Paul, he showed it to his tribes people who are based out of Redfern. They have now made Paul an honorary member and regularly light fires and throw pictures of him in the hope that the ashes will reach his residence and attract him with their whispers on the wind of "Yu munga faret bunget ranger to to" which translates as: "You were great on Celebrity Come Dine With Me".

omg i'm crying

[The Human Santapede]

One rarely encounters a single image that encapsulates an entire sitz-im-leben, and when it happens the encounter is a holistic spiritual/visceral selfquake - a tangible entanglement with the cosmic dark night of the soul.

At one level, we see a woman refusing a plate of food. But why? Is she vegetarian, rejecting the meat? Is she a carnivore rejecting the greens? Is the meal below the standard to which she has become accustomed, or is she simply on a diet? This surely, is the eternal feminine mystery, and as each viewer strives to answer the question they will find themselves drawn into the Nietzschien mirror - is the viewer looking into the picture, or is the picture looking into the viewer?

Or is it too much perhaps to see the woman as Eve, cast out from Eden, clad in pink (PINK, mind, not scarlet) to hide her newly discovered nakedness, one hand raised in horror as she strives to resist a second temptation, or indeed, a second helping?

Here we see the deeply fractured nature of the modern psyche - she rejects the plate with her left hand (the sinister side?), but no one is forcing it upon her - indeed, it is her RIGHT hand which holds the plate.

If we discount the theories of Snackenberg, Lunzsh, Beanburgher et al (I personally find their claims that this is a sexist work unconvincing) there can be little doubt that the message of this image is clear. We are ALL women in pink cardigans rejecting the burger and beans of life, while continuing to cling grimly to both.

But more - as I have argued in 'WOMAN WITH PLATE: A GNOSTIC REAPPRAISAL" (Oxcam, 2008) we are also the contents of the plate. We are the beans (the HUMAN BEANS?) weighed down by the greasy carnal flesh (the burger), hoping that since we are already cooked we will not, ultimately, be rejected by the huge cosmic pink-cardiganed woman.

Or are we?

[In the Drunk Tank]