Showing posts with label Itty Bitty Titties. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Itty Bitty Titties. Show all posts

September 28, 2009

aww, too bad


I wanted to call time out and wave the peace flag.

Really.

And I wanted to laugh at Chelsea for losing to Titfuck Bramble.

Really.

But those fellas at The Star had other ideas. They released a breaking news story which no responsible football blog could let slip. Especially when a good number of the readers are Liverpoo fans.

You know how those miserable little Scousers were always complaining that Liverpoo cannot come to Malaysia because of the haram logo on their jerseys? Well, I don't really know how far that is true laa...because in Shah Alam there is this big big factory where they produce all that stuff anyway.

So anyway, those little Scousers were all so excited that that company was no longer going to sponsor Liverpoo and just when they thought that their favourite thieves could come to town, the dreaded Malaysian censorship board went and potong steam.

'Bruno' banned in Malaysia

KUALA LUMPUR: Malaysians will not get to watch Bruno on the big screen as the National Film Censorship Board has decided to give the controversial movie the axe. ...

Kantoi lah like that!

If Bruno cannot come of course the whole team cannot come lah! How can the star striker (albeit gay and girlish) not follow the team?

But please, fellow Malaysians...please don't take it out on the Censorship Board. It is not their fault.

Bruno really WILL corrupt the minds of our young ones.

They will turn gay. And effeminate.

They will wear ridiculously short pants and pose in feminine positions.



They will start kissing other boys in public. And after that, they will start humping other boys in public. Or allow themselves to be humped in public.



And you people still worship Bruno?!?!

HOW CAN!!?!?

September 23, 2009

tersebut lah kisah...

The pissing match from the comments box below is really too awesome not to make into a real post!



Alex Ferguson sememangnya seorang datuk yang penyayang, yang pernah beberapa kali membawa cucunya menyaksikan Liverpool bermain bola.

"Inilah cara profesional bermain bola, cucuku."

"Inilah cara profesional bermain bola, cucuku....Faham, dik?" beliau bertanya kepada cucu kesayangannya. Cucunya mengangguk kepalanya. Dah bosan dengar Si Orang Tua asyik meleteh. "Ini kau kena faham betul-betul tau...jangan keliru, sebab pasukan yang satu lagi, yang pakai baju merah dengan logo HARAM tu...dia orang tu perompak dari casta bawahan"

"Ya, Atuk," cucunya menjawab. "Atuk dah banyak kali cakap dah. Yang budak tu pernah curi hubcap kereta. Yang seorang lagi tu, pernah curi penutup jamban...entah kenapa pun..."

"Pandai budak"

Dah cucunya bercakap pula dalam hati:
"Baik jadi lelaki tulin yang mencuri hubcab dari menjadi diva yang suka dive sesuka hati dan kuat menangis dan pakai bunga belakang telinga dan bawak tas tangan."

Dia kemudian terjaga dari mimpi ngerinya.

"Phew. Itu musim bola tahun lepas. Sekarang No 7 dah tak bapok."

Dan terfikir pulak, "Hmm..nasib baik Pasukan Atuk tu dah jual Si Bapuk. Pasukan Perompak tu ada seorang yang sifat keperempuanan, wajah seiras-iras dengan wartawan dari Austria, Bruno...mungkin dah liwat dengan pencuri jamban tu"



Just as the Kop can no longer sing about their 18 titles, Scousers can no longer taunt us about bapuks - for two reasons: Ronaldo is now gone, and because their star striker is also a bapuk. Closet bapuk, that is....

But fear not, because HBBN proudly exposes "Lelaki Tulen"...



And we even have pictorial evidence, painstakingly gathered from Liverpoo's recent game against West Ham...








Is SHE trying to kiss him? On the lips? On national TV?!? Oh, my...

November 16, 2007

Jamie Yeo is NOT a bimbo

(Hey, that rhymes too)

Random quotes from today's Star Football pullout.

Call Jamie Yeo a bimbo all you want - she could not care less. In fact, she won't blame you.

" It's just the way I am - carefree and giggly, plus I'm the stereotype of a bimbo, with long hair and big eyes, who dresses sexily," says the not-bimbo while as she tosses her long, blonde-streaked hair.

She has never been single at any point of her life since she was 17.
"I guess I crave male attention because I don't feel like I got enough of it as a child"

Midway through the interview, Yeo fidgets with her low-cut halter top that plunges into the valley of her between a "B and C-cup chest. (Ed: C cup my ample arse. B at the most)

She takes mild umbrage when you ask if she will depend on her looks to make money until she's 40. Her playful, albeit weak reply comes swiftly: "Er, not my looks, my talent! How dare you! Err..I don't know."