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  1. Panther

    She don’t lie, she don’t lie, she don’t lie

    Peter Peters from Petersburg, I wonder if his family tree actually branches
  2. Panther

    The end of Dr Who?

    I used to see Lexx late night on tv about fifteen years ago. The woman was hot as hell.
  3. Panther

    When prophets fail

    Get up and walk you lazy bastard, was that what he was saying?
  4. Panther

    Just back from Church

    There is a listing here
  5. Panther

    The make us laugh or fuck off thread

    He looks like the sort of twat that used to play that vile 'I want to fuck you' song on his phone
  6. Panther

    The end of Dr Who?

    Isn't Buffy *the* stereotypically WASP womans name though?
  7. Panther

    Just back from Church

    Now that's Calvinism and a half!
  8. Panther

    The end of Dr Who?

    Not a fan but just had a whip through the female companions. Early 80s and prior do it for me, Leela's knickers were nice, shame about the face
  9. Panther

    Tommy Robinson thread

    I've said it once and I'll say it again: filthy Labourite shitheads
  10. Panther

    Tommy Robinson thread

    Islam has been rebranding itself lately. It's not the far off, blue tiles and a cool breeze thing that it was in the 60s and 70s
  11. Panther

    Darwin Award Candidates

    '...constructing a stretcher from wood and denim shorts...' Normal for Australia
  12. Panther

    Shuffle dance - its fun

    It's all try too hard, no coolness at all, like something people learn from some random black bloke who's set up an 'urban' dance class
  13. Panther

    HURRAH...First Black Miss Universe GB

    Sade's from Clacton, back when all this didn't matter so much (and much better looking too)
  14. Look at these fuckers, barren women in pantsuits, just like May/Merkel
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    Going to school during Eid certificate

    You know what you have to do. Just open with 'howya' as you tell the Headmaster exactly what is (and what is not) going to be happening. Then spit on your hand.