Ok peoples, I grievance with some of you

Jack Davenport

Jack Davenport

I have noticed that a lot of you have potty mouths. I know that most of you were raised better than that. I think we can all express our displeasure in things or even our approval of other things without swearing so much.

I think it would add to the general decorum of this board if we toned down the filthy language and started to clean up the lingo around here.

Here are some examples of alternative ways to express yourself without the colorful language.


Example : OCSM posts a photo of her genitalia.

Poster: Wow! thank you so much for posting that photo Miss _____________

Your Hoohah looks like a virgin Yeti.


Another example....

Poster A tells Poster B to go and fuck himself with a road flare.


Poster B: I am sorry you feel that way, in return may I suggest that you go and fellate a Gila *******.


Immediately, poster B comes off looking like the better person and I believe will lead by example.


With all the filthy lyrics in music nowadays, I think a little less cursing will do us all some good.


Just thought I would pass this along in hopes that we can be the best poon board on the internets. And the least swearing of them too.


Give it some thought and get back to me.



Take care,

Your friend


BC
 
Decorum? Shiiiiit. Fuck yo decorum beotch!

I got your decorum right here!
 
I cock-sucking fucking do not have a ****-spewing potty mouth.


*And the reward for the most uncreative come-back that has been used about a billion times goes to...me? Huh.
 
This joke made me think of you.

This bloke walks into the poshest restaurant in town and says, "Where's the god damn, ****** fucking Manager you cock sucking arse wipe." The waiter is naturally taken aback and replies, "Excuse me, sir, but could you please refrain from using that sort of language in here, I will get the manager as soon as I can."


The manager comes over and the bloke asks, "Are you the chicken fucking manager of this bastard joint?". "Yes, sir, I am," replies the manager, "and I would prefer it if you could refrain from speaking such profanities in this, a private restaurant".

"Fuck off!" replies the bloke. "And where's the fucking piano?"

"Pardon?" says the manager.

"Fucking deaf as well are we? You little piece of sniveling ****, show us your ******* piano."

"Ahhhh," replies the manager. "You've come about the pianist's job," and shows the bloke to the piano. "Can you play any blues?"

"Of course I fucking can," and the bloke proceeds to play the most inspiring and beautiful sounding honky tonk blues that the manager has ever heard.

"Why, that's superb, what's it called?"

"I want to fuck your missus on the sofa but the springs keep hurting my knob," replies the pianist.

The manager is a bit disturbed and asks if the bloke knows any jazz. The bloke proceeds to play the most melancholy jazz solo the manager has ever heard.

"Magnificent!" cries the manager. "What's it called?"

"I wanted a wank over the washin' machine but my bollocks got caught in the soap drawer".

The manager is a tad embarrassed and asks if he knows any romantic ballads, the bloke then plays the most heartbreaking melody.

"And what's this called?" asks the manager.

"As I fuck you under the stars with the moonlight shining off your hairy ring-piece," replies the bloke.

The manager is highly upset by the bloke's language but offers him the job on condition that he doesn't introduce any of his songs or talk to any of the customers.

This arrangement works well for a couple of months until one night, sitting opposite him, is the most gorgeous blonde he has ever laid his eyes on. She's wearing an almost see through dress, her tits are almost falling out the top and the skimpy little 'G' string she's wearing is riding up the crack of her arse. She is sitting there with her legs slightly open, sucking suggestively on asparagus shoots and the butter is dripping down her chin! It's too much for the bloke and he runs off to the bogs to 'wrestle with his bald headed champ'. He's pulling away furiously when he hears the manager's voice...

"Where's that ****** pianist?"

He just has time to shoot his bolt and in a fluster he runs back to the piano, not having bothered to adjust himself properly, sits down and starts playing some more tunes. The blonde steps up and walks over to the piano, leans over and whispers in his ear:

"Do you know your knob and balls are hanging out your trousers and dripping spunk on your shoes?".

"Know it," the pianist replies, "I fucking wrote it!"
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Blue Countach said:
I have noticed that a lot of you have potty mouths. I know that most of you were raised better than that. I think we can all express our displeasure in things or even our approval of other things without swearing so much.

I think it would add to the general decorum of this board if we toned down the filthy language and started to clean up the lingo around here.
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:yesyes:



With all the filthy lyrics in music nowadays, I think a little less cursing will do us all some good.
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