Bantermarket - Thai Edition

... noise when windows starts up to make it into a dance move.

Further down, towards the back, is the anus.



Anyway, I can dance. On the head of a pin, as well.

What is a good dancer? Philosophers, litterateurs and various lycanthropes have asked this question since time immemorial. Indeed, once I asked this question in the megaron at Mycenae to the king of that fine city whereupon he shat that log out his arse.

Can we have dancing styles in this modern day and age? Personally I have a dancing style concurrent with the traditional manner of our forefather, whereas Starky prefers the shape-cutting of this contemptible modern generation. How I mock them! cunting lefties/Muslims.

Anyway, I really hate Muslims.

Once, I walked into a small coffee shop in Jakarta in the year 1965 and faced a plethora of dangerously good chess players. Pawn to E4? I had never thought this possible. Chess is one of the many ways in which the world will be destroyed by enormous examples of smegma. Smegma is the dried skin, remains of semen and various other nastiness which was used by Baal to imbue Carthaginian soldiers with the great speed and excellent hard-tack biscuits required to destroy much of the Roman war effort int he Iberian peninsula in the second Punic war. The Romans had problems with their biscuit supply from the outset - hard-tack biscuits must be baked twice in order to ensure their survival over considerable periods, but the cunting Muslims only baked them once so they went off. But Scipio Africanus, as he was later known having defeated Hannibal at the epic battle of Zama in modern-day Algeria, told them all to go back to the cunting desert and then everything was okay as they produced the Turks as the disgusting progeny of them mixed with camels.

Moving on, I cunting hate Muslims.

Part of the reason for this is the Abbasid caliph (blatant Wikipedia) ''Uthmaan in the seventh century reformed the Qur'aan and was a big silly, because he could not accept boozing. I'm James, and I love a good pint of the black stuff, as do all freethinking men.

A futher point I wished to discuss was the Battle of the Boyne, as this has been much misrepresented by the cunting proddydogs, a sect deserving of the most derision out as they refuse to accept basic facts and logic and common decency. King James II faced the pathetic Germanic invader William of Orange in the later seventeenth century and, with the power of the righteous Sun King, Louis XIV, invaded his rightful domain of southern Ireland, raising an army there in the late 1680s. I cunting hate protestants because they don't have bishops and take the Bible literally, what cunting cunts. Anyway, the Irish soldiers raised by James II and his Irish lieutenants lacked equipment but made up for this with spirit and perhaps a bit of drink (assfist). William the cuntwit was lucky to escape when a troop of James' horse artillery encountered him on the opposite bank of the Boyne and managed to wound him with a cannonball. How we might wonder that history would have turned out so much better had William been killed and his foolish supporters advocating such daft concepts as parliamentary democracy, established religion, biblical fundamentalism, priesthood of all individuals and salvation by faith alone (?!) been lost to history.

But never mind all that, we can still do it as we have the cunting pubic hair which has been taken from William of Orange so we should clone him from the hair that we took from his whorehouses in Enniskillen and destroy his followers by convincing them that they ought to kill themselves in a sort of cult-like orgy of death.

Anyway, I'm James. Thanks for reading. K BAI