Comments on: Covered In Piss : Six Stops On The Central Line

By: Then The Harp Strings Started Breaking « Â¡Oye Billy!

Then The Harp Strings Started Breaking « Â¡Oye Billy! — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 18:16:50 +0000

[...] so totally unlike taking the tube late a night, with lairy people galore, and people occasionally using cups as a makeshift toilet, you know that kind of [...]

By: Mel_O'Drama

Mel_O'Drama — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 07:17:03 +0000

They still think Hicksion and Log are two different fellows. I haven’t told them otherwise. Nor should you. Or you.

By: pantsofdeath

pantsofdeath — Thu, 26 Jan 2006 22:28:32 +0000

Ah thankyou - your heartwarming tale made me laugh with… erm… laughterstuff. I am reminded of late night tube journey in rubberwear from many years ago… misty eyed sigh…

Incidentally I must also recommend StumbleUpon as they are lovely there and send me many hits.

By: smahman

smahman — Mon, 16 Jan 2006 10:45:15 +0000

Or blow up, leaving a pair of smoking shoes.

By: spastemizer

spastemizer — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 19:41:48 +0000

Wouldnt he crumble into a little pile of ash with blinking eyes, and then sweep himself up in a dustpan and brush?

By: soulless

soulless — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 18:36:51 +0000

A wonderful story. You are to piss what Wordsworth was to love.

Half way through the story I grew afraid. You see, I interpreted your plan as being one that involved pouring your piss out of the cup when the doors opened. Down on to the tracks, resulting in INSTANT DEATH.

As anyone who remembers the story of the boy who pissed on the railway will know, all the electric current that powers the whole of london would divert itself from London, up your piss and into your piss-soaked hand, making you jiggle humourously like Dynamo in Running Man, until you are burnt solid, an immovable statue for future generations to ponder when they tour the relic of the London Underground - an antiquated system destroyed when some idiot poured his piss on the tracks.

By: Hicksion

Hicksion — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 14:11:51 +0000

*gulp*

By: jonesy

jonesy — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 14:09:14 +0000

Hicksion, you’re so dead…

By: Hicksion

Hicksion — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 13:54:46 +0000

Not this site, Logs original - featuring Tales of the Smears, Instant Arousal, Jennifer Tolstoy-Blyth etc etc.

I don’t believe he visits that anymore, so he shouldn’t know about this place..

I hope for my own life he never finds this one.. I like my entrails to remain within my fattened frame.

By: Nick P

Nick P — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 13:46:18 +0000

So Carl knows what we’ve all been saying about him?

I’m scared now.

By: Hicksion

Hicksion — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 13:36:31 +0000

Thank you ever so much for your kind linking - I always consider linking to be the internet equivalent of hugs, but because you’re special, my hug in return includes just the faintest little squeeze on your rear, and as we pull apart my eyes hold your gaze for just a split second too long.. thusly you don’t really know where you stand.. but you kinda liked it. You tart.

By the way, it was actually Carl who put me onto your original disappointment site, so make of that what you will…

By: spastemizer

spastemizer — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 13:16:59 +0000

Can I have a link as well then, seeing as my blog is CBNC’s younger but prettier sister?

Oh go ooooooonnnnn!

Oh, it’s greatswansofiron.blogspot.com - I will let you do something on it (and indeed me) if you do!

It was me who let the world know where to find Carl on lifelong disappointment this morning by the way - doing about a hundred posts because I fucked the first one right up.

By: Log

Log — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 13:05:53 +0000

A firkin is 9 gallons, it’s about the smallest barrel you can get. It comes up to just above the knee, and you can just about hug one comfortably. I’ve seen 5 gallon containers, but to be honest that’s just childish. They weren’t even metal, just some plastic shit. “Boo hoo, I can’t drink more than 40 pints, I’ve got work in the morning.” Well, fuck you.

A kilderkin is 18 gallons. Real ale generally comes in these two sizes, and smaller breweries will only use firkins. You hear some dicks talking about “real” barrels at 36 gallons, and if they’re the biggest prick you’ve ever met, they’ll even claim to have tapped a hogshead (54 gallons). It’s the real ale cellarman equivalent of catching a blue whale in a tiara and carrying it home on your shoulder for tea. Real ale cellarmen are cunts.

Now, your Carlings and your Stellas generally come in 11 gallon barrels, in my experience. That’s your next achievable goal… you should have filled one of these with your Britney-spunk in just under two years, at your going rate.

I’ve linked your site from the right hand side, as I didn’t realise you were the glorious brain behind Carl. Oh, Carl!

By: Hicksion

Hicksion — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 12:40:39 +0000

Sorry - off topic I realise, but Log, as a man who has, it would seem, some behind counter pub/bar experience - would you say a ‘Firkin’ is a medium or small type of barrel? I know it’s capacity in gallons, but wondered what height, width it may be?
This is a very dull question, I apologise, the reasoning for it’s asking is made clear on my taudry Blog.
http://cbnc.blogspot.com/
( Sorry for advertising )

By: Log

Log — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 12:25:28 +0000

I was sat down, penis out, balls in (pobi), with my legs asplay and the cup below. The position was designed, as much as possible, to allow me to snap back into a nonchalant drinking position should it turn out that thirteen cartoon characters were hiding behind one of the poles.

Do you know, Nick, I never even thought about the wine bottle? It was a screw-cap as well, that would have been perfect. Although when pissing into bottles, I tend to press my bell-end too firmly against the neck, and worry that the air I’m displacing with my piss must be going back up my cock, and I’ll end up doing willy farts.

Has anyone ever done a willy fart after receiving an agonisingly literal blow job? I know I haven’t, but there must be SOME urban myth about it…