Zen Archer (Raconteur) Posted September 30, 2015 Share Posted September 30, 2015 That is quite uncanny, although he has more hair than me. I do have a red stapler as well. Scummy b*****d, I bet you wear your ID outside the office. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BallochSonsFan Posted September 30, 2015 Share Posted September 30, 2015 ^^^ choking for a ham shank. Surely that's why they still publish Razzle? Although finding a copy of Razzle on Tiree may be a tad difficult. For me it's folk who don't shut the lid of the communal bin in the office. Folk dumping banana peel etc in there then leave the swing bin lid open. Manky buggers. Shut the feckin bin lid 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dee Dee Posted September 30, 2015 Share Posted September 30, 2015 Look under the nearest bush/hedge. Such treasures are, now, sadly a thing of the past. Heard Tony Robinson is filming a special time team special, due to air next month. Bush Bongo : Park Pamphlets from yesteryear. I Expect some shots reminiscent of a pouch of old Holborn, if I'm honest. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kev23 Posted September 30, 2015 Share Posted September 30, 2015 My girlfriend has decided she wants to get fit so somehow I have to play badminton on Wednesdays. I just beat her 7-0 in sets without really moving from the middle of the court. I hoped that would be that but on the way out she booked it again for next week. I now see Wednesday's being my least favourite day of the week. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dosser-fae-the-shire Posted September 30, 2015 Share Posted September 30, 2015 My girlfriend has decided she wants to get fit so somehow I have to play badminton on Wednesdays. I just beat her 7-0 in sets without really moving from the middle of the court. I hoped that would be that but on the way out she booked it again for next week. I now see Wednesday's being my least favourite day of the week. Tell her for every point she loses, she needs to take one in the brown. She'll be sure to give up quickly. Unless she's filthy. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mark Connolly Posted September 30, 2015 Share Posted September 30, 2015 Tell her for every point she loses, she needs to take one in the brown. She'll be sure to give up quickly. Unless she's filthy. She played rugby for 10 years under those rules... 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gaz FFC Posted September 30, 2015 Share Posted September 30, 2015 My girlfriend has decided she wants to get fit so somehow I have to play badminton on Wednesdays. I just beat her 7-0 in sets without really moving from the middle of the court. I hoped that would be that but on the way out she booked it again for next week. I now see Wednesday's being my least favourite day of the week. Pretending he's raging but really just wants to boast about beating his burd at Badminton type post 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zetterlund Posted September 30, 2015 Share Posted September 30, 2015 Tiree bush porn update. None to report. I went round to the nearest house to enquire about the owner's orientation - he seemed disappointed when I said I meant his TV aerial. It seems mine is goosed but the absolute gent told me to help myself to his DVD collection (still no porn) so decent result. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dee Dee Posted September 30, 2015 Share Posted September 30, 2015 (edited) ^^^Another partial success story, for for the P&B masses. Edited September 30, 2015 by Dee Dee 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zen Archer (Raconteur) Posted October 1, 2015 Share Posted October 1, 2015 BBC Breakfast reporter Jayne McCubbin, she's like an English sheepdog on acid and not in a good way. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BallochSonsFan Posted October 1, 2015 Share Posted October 1, 2015 Such treasures are, now, sadly a thing of the past. Heard Tony Robinson is filming a special time team special, due to air next month. Bush Bongo : Park Pamphlets from yesteryear. I Expect some shots reminiscent of a pouch of old Holborn, if I'm honest. One of the sad drawbacks of the Internet age. Not content with decimating our high street with eCommerce, it's all but destroyed our printed filth industry. Finding bongo under a hedge was a right of passage for boys of a certain era. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sweet Pete Posted October 1, 2015 Share Posted October 1, 2015 I once found a fine collection of old school static-filth up a loft on Gigha. I do however appreciate this of no use to you. On two previous job sites we've found scuddy photos of the occupants. One was a neddy burd lifting her jumper to expose one tit and one was old photos of the elderly gentleman owner in the nip hidden under an old wardrobe. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KnightswoodBear Posted October 1, 2015 Share Posted October 1, 2015 On two previous job sites we've found scuddy photos of the occupants. One was a neddy burd lifting her jumper to expose one tit and one was old photos of the elderly gentleman owner in the nip hidden under an old wardrobe. When we used to get called out to telephone faults at the old Kodak place off South Street, the frame was situated in a room in the basement that contained a filing cabinet full to bursting of all the extra copies of pictures they'd developed of naked burds that had been sent in. As a young, wide eyed apprentice, it was certainly an eye opener. Fnarr. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sweet Pete Posted October 1, 2015 Share Posted October 1, 2015 When we used to get called out to telephone faults at the old Kodak place off South Street, the frame was situated in a room in the basement that contained a filing cabinet full to bursting of all the extra copies of pictures they'd developed of naked burds that had been sent in. As a young, wide eyed apprentice, it was certainly an eye opener. Fnarr. And you didn't even grab an armful for your ol' buddy Pete (twenty years in advance of meeting me). Poor show from you. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KnightswoodBear Posted October 1, 2015 Share Posted October 1, 2015 And you didn't even grab an armful for your ol' buddy Pete (twenty years in advance of meeting me). Poor show from you. To be honest, it was 99% utter munters with various household objects slung up them, and the odd absolute golden nugget thrown in just to keep the horror at bay. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bobby Skidmarks Posted October 1, 2015 Share Posted October 1, 2015 Any chance of a shot of that photo album? 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KnightswoodBear Posted October 1, 2015 Share Posted October 1, 2015 Any chance of a shot of that photo album? 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dee Dee Posted October 1, 2015 Share Posted October 1, 2015 The most impressive collection of scud books I ever encountered was not in a park, in the woods not even within our shores but in the TV room left a palace hotel, Nicosia, Cyprus. I've mentioned, on here before, that I was stationed there on a UN tour late 90s. Every 6 month tour had added to the collection for 10+ years. Literally 100s of mucky books that had been bought, reviewed and then placed into the appropriate pile. Vintage, readers wives, total honeys, hardcore etc. Everyday we would receive our hot int(de de de dirp de de) briefing in the TV room from our illustrious leader (when I say illustrious I mean wet behind the ears, straight out the box from sand hurst, clueless, long streak of piss, one pip wonder) who happened to look like a dark haired shaggy(scooby doo not the it wasn't me one). No kidding he even walked like him. "Urrrrm right chaps the Turks are doing urrrrrm something, errr bad and the Greeks don't like it errr urrrm". Something needed to be done to liven up this daily half hour of white noise. Pocket porn, those amazing private hardcore mags that could ingeniously be placed in a map pocket, was the answer. 10 minutes befor the briefing we would scan the mags looking for the clortiest scenes, within the pages of these pinnacles of pornographic creation, and leave them on view on the coffee table in the centre of the room. The mucky b*****d couldn't take his eyes off of them and there were a hell of a lot more errrs, ahhhhhs and urrms, to boot. He even took a massive minter at one point and muttered "good god" when catching a glance, I can only assume, of the DVDA centrefold shot. This product of a sheltered upbringing had received an education. I honestly believe Shaggy grew up that day. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JamieT1314 Posted October 1, 2015 Share Posted October 1, 2015 Posh folk saying "Good God" in surprise always makes me chuckle. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WeAreElgin Posted October 1, 2015 Share Posted October 1, 2015 The most impressive collection of scud books I ever encountered was not in a park, in the woods not even within our shores but in the TV room left a palace hotel, Nicosia, Cyprus. I've mentioned, on here before, that I was stationed there on a UN tour late 90s. Every 6 month tour had added to the collection for 10+ years. Literally 100s of mucky books that had been bought, reviewed and then placed into the appropriate pile. Vintage, readers wives, total honeys, hardcore etc. Everyday we would receive our hot int(de de de dirp de de) briefing in the TV room from our illustrious leader (when I say illustrious I mean wet behind the ears, straight out the box from sand hurst, clueless, long streak of piss, one pip wonder) who happened to look like a dark haired shaggy(scooby doo not the it wasn't me one). No kidding he even walked like him. "Urrrrm right chaps the Turks are doing urrrrrm something, errr bad and the Greeks don't like it errr urrrm". Something needed to be done to liven up this daily half hour of white noise. Pocket porn, those amazing private hardcore mags that could ingeniously be placed in a map pocket, was the answer. 10 minutes befor the briefing we would scan the mags looking for the clortiest scenes, within the pages of these pinnacles of pornographic creation, and leave them on view on the coffee table in the centre of the room. The mucky b*****d couldn't take his eyes off of them and there were a hell of a lot more errrs, ahhhhhs and urrms, to boot. He even took a massive minter at one point and muttered "good god" when catching a glance, I can only assume, of the DVDA centrefold shot. This product of a sheltered upbringing had received an education. I honestly believe Shaggy grew up that day. I feel like I'm worthy of some sort of recognition for reading this entire post. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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