In a rare public performance from Phinga Myphanny Poet in Residence at the Groinyard* - House Journal of British Lesbianism we have the "Ballard of Smelly Raybeam" an epic describing the misfortunes of an american dyke in her quest for the holy grail of lesbians - the meat-free non-phallic pork sausage. So that you can participate fully learn the chorus now:
Sniff, sniff, sniff
'tis the reek of kippers it seems
Sniff, sniff, sniff
No that's the scent of Smelly Raybeam's
Matted battered pubic quiff
*Strapline: "where pricks are finally buried"
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I know you're just being a
I know you're just being a naughty bugger, but I have to say I don't like gays being made fun of based on their homosexuality. I fully and completely accept and support gays.
And this is gay bashing,my friend.
how ....
the fuck is gentle humour gay bashing - in case if you haven't sniffed any knickers recently I can assure you that het women do the kipper smell just the same as unwashed dykes.
I don't even know what that
I don't even know what that means........but I will save the pricks.
bully for you
but frankly I can't stand anyone who is so fragile and insecure about their lifestyle that they demand that humour should not be based on them.
Bascially if they can't laugh at jokes about carpet munchers or fudge packers then quite frankly they can go f*ck themselves with a size 10 spiked dildo until they bleed out.
I do notice that this demand for protection from online gays is in complete contrast to real-life ones who have no problem with homo jokes and come back with some mighty fine het jokes. I suspect therefore that the moaners among the online gays are actually still in the closet in real-life bigging it up as straight as straight can be denying even the slightest hint of queerness at all.
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