Happy Christmas From I'm A Spamming Twat DOT COM
 

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please click on my link, this is the only time I am allowed to just pointlessly spam the main board and I am unimaginative and a cock

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thanks

shit flavored cereal this morning?

Merry XMas! :thumbsup

No, a lovely bagel with peanut butter.

I just think that marketing via spamming a crap xmas card to gfy is a little, um, unimaginative.

Interruption marketing died a long time ago.

Merry Christmas :)

Thailand's worn off a bit quick.

Merry Xmas!!!

Looks like someone needs another vacation.

Boomshankalanka

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Boomshanka. It's a reference to The Young Ones. Bless you for trying though, it's sweet.


Neil: I'm writing to my bank manager, see what you think, OK? "Dear bank manager..."
Mike: Yeah?
Neil: Well, that's it. I'm quite pleased with it so far.
Mike: Oh, well, it's a strong opening, certainly.
Vyvyan: I don't like the "dear". Sounds a bit too much like "will you go to bed with me?"
Neil: Nicely spotted, Vyvyan. What do you think instead?
Vyvyan: What about "darling"?
Neil: "Darling bank manager..."
Rick: Oh, no, no, no, no! Not "bank manager". It's far too crawly bum-lick. Tell it like it is, put "fascist bully boy".
Neil: "Darling fascist bully boy..."
Mike: That's nice, yeah, so far so good, so what do you want to say?
Neil: Well, basically I want to ask him if I can have, like, an extension on my overdraft, but I know there must be a better way of putting it than that.
Mike: Well, what about, "give me some more money"?
Vyvyan: "You bastard"
Neil: Don't you think that's a bit strong?
Mike: No, Neil, people like that respect strength.
Neil: Yeah, you're right. "Darling fascist bully boy, give me some more money, you bastard..." Uh... "Love, Neil."
Vyvyan: Not "love, Neil"! That sounds far too much like "come and get it like a bitch-funky sex machine".
Neil: Yeah, you're right. Uh... What about "yours sincerely"?
Rick: Oh, come off it, Neil! If you're going to be that sycophantic, why don't you go there now and stick your tongue straight down the back of his trousers?
Neil: Oh, look, I know, I know, why not put "Boomshanka"?
Mike: Ahh... that's hard to tell, Neil. What does it mean?
Neil: It means "May the seed of your loins be fruitful in the belly of your woman".
Rick: Ah-ha! And WHAT makes you think your bank manager's a man?
Neil: His beard.
Mike: He'll never understand "Boomshanka". You'll have to write the whole thing out.
Neil: Right, okay, here we go. "Darling fascist bully boy, give me some more money, you bastard. May the seed of your loins be fruitful in the belly of your woman, Neil."
Rick: Well, if that doesn't work, I don't know what will.
Mike: The only problem is we're running out of fuel. [scrunches the letter up and hands it to Vyvyan] Vyv, chuck it on the fire. [Vyvyan does so and all four scramble toward the fire, trying to get warm]

Fucking Christmas is bollocks.

:)

I wouldn't mind so much if it was people that actually ever posted. But it's just shit reps spamming shit. And it's unimaginative and dull.

That being said, I've made my beef wellington, and it looks great. Prepped the veggies, had two beer and am gonna go watch ET.

Fuck you all.

:)

Aw...someone's not a happy camper.

Boomshankalanka

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Happy Holidays, LoL :1orglaugh

Bah humfuck! :thumbsup

Ahahaha, never heard that one before. :1orglaugh