The Great British Coke Habit – Part I
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This is a special guest post from Sam Briggs at Wrong Channel. Read more or subscribe for new posts weekly: HERE Phase I: The First Pill When it comes to disco biscuits, that first dunking is the deepest. The brain is taken for a ride and duped into spunking through all its happy …
Office story from hell.
The royal penis is clean, your Highness.
When you gotta go, you really gotta go.
Sean should probably quit drinking for a while.
This would definitely make it a night to remember in your favourite shit nightclub.
Wait until you see the bottom half of this picture, it will probably ruin your whole day.
Ever made up an awesome song in your head while your taking a drunken piss? Now can make it a reality!
When a urinal starts to speak to you, you know you’re wasted and need to get a taxi home. That’s the whole point of these ones, trying to put off drink drivers.
Learn to play guitar while you piss. What’s better than that, apart from Christmas?