Noel Edmonds. Can't wait to see him get Yewtree'd.
Or Jeremy Vine?
Suppose we'll find out Monday when someone doesn't show up for work.
Noel Edmonds. Can't wait to see him get Yewtree'd.
Or Jeremy Vine?
Suppose we'll find out Monday when someone doesn't show up for work.
Noel's tastes are far too taboo to be simply children.
The Edmonds is leading a cult aimed at cracking the skies open and manifesting the old and terrible gods who will bring about a million years of suffering. He doesn't really have time to send videos of him in his undercrackers sitting on his sofa.
Mr. Blobby being a Lovecraftian harbinger of the endtimes actually seems to be pretty on brand.
It's Sunday night now and I'm late to the party but I've done my research and it's definitely the guy we all think it is.
Mr Blobby was supposed to be one of the good ones :'(
"In a statement read out by a spokesman, the polka-dotted monstrosity denied the allegations saying, 'That wasn't my cock in the photo, that's just what I look like. This is yet another example of discrimination against nightmare-inducing, diseased-penis-looking, boggle-eyed motherfuckers like me and it needs to stop.' "
A casual place for banter and anything that doesn't fit in anywhere else.
Have chat and a natter. Talk about anything and everything.
Keep it casual.
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