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Christmas Album II

Started by poo, October 23, 2019, 09:00:57 PM

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Cuellar

Very nice, won't be able to hear 'Walking in a Winter Wonderland' without hearing 'living in the anus of a slut' now. Total improvement.

Janie Jones

Hamfist, Angrew, poo and doppelkorn inter CaB alia, have completely revolutionised Xmas standards for me. And pancreas of course for making it all happen. About an hour ago I heard the Cocteau Twins 'Frosty the Snowman' on the radio and I'm still quietly singing, 'Did you touch my dad/in his Gary pants...' That was dopps, much missed.


chveik


Stoneage Dinosaurs

Maybe save this one for the new year

Should length acceptance be forgot
As the scarecrows pork your mind
Should wasps and dog dirt fill my bot
For the sake of foreskyne slime

For foreskyne slime my dear
For foreskyne slime
Fill up your arse with Skoda parts
To prevent the clownes that pine

Janie Jones

Another triumph Angrew. Another festive standard irrevocably besmirched.

Quote from: Huxleys Babkins on December 06, 2019, 07:55:19 PM
A cynical stab at the Christmas market

Loved this. Isn't it funny how the addition of sleighbells immediately transforms the original recording from furtive lavatorial sweatiness to pristine festiveness, like newly fallen snow.

Glebe


poo


Dr Trouser

Abrupt ending as the off licences are now open (thanks Scotland) so I'm off

https://vocaroo.com/7gL5xWRymTw

It was Christmas Eve, babe
In the rape pod
An old clowne said to me
Don't you prolapse yet son
And then he sang a song
'The Gloylot Symphony'
I wept into my sleeve
tentacles probed me

Got on a lucky one
Gobbed down my own foreskin
we'll be swapping pints
of jizz for me and you
So, Happy Christmas
please milk me baby
I can see a better time
smearing your face with poo

They've got beaks big as cars, they're crammed full of dog shit
and the shit's piped right through you, they don't miss a bit
When you first licked me out on a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me Mizbit was bleeding for me

You were fetid!
You were pretty, Queen of New Forsk Spitty
When the clownes stopped their milking
you howled out to stop
weenuses swinging
al the cum, they were bringing
The goblins arrived
and they danced in your shite

The boys of the Biffre World 7 choir
Were greasing up their shafts
And the bells were plunging in
Your hairy arse

You're a clowne, eat my spunk
Lock me in the sex trunk
Take me out when I'm needed and do you what want
You cumbag, I love it
up  my arse you can shove it
Happy Christmas, you now have an arse for a cunt





Cuellar


chveik


Shoulders?-Stomach!

QuoteThey've got beaks big as cars, they're crammed full of dog shit
and the shit's piped right through you, they don't miss a bit

Hahahahahahahahaha

Stoneage Dinosaurs

Well that's spectractular.

Might as well post where I got to with my unfinished version of the same song then, seeing as it's already been topped:

QuoteWe'll shove barbs up their arse
As rivers flow red
As the skull-fucking scarecrows
Impale their soft heads
When you first cupped my balls with a rusty soup spoon
You promised me shit-licky bum-tuggy poon

Your glanshead was spitty
In Cheltenham city

...

The boys of the Cardiff Screwfix branch were screaming "Save me, God!"
As their bowels were filling up with piped-in tod


Finish yours off Angrew, you dilbert.

poo

Quote from: Dr Trouser on December 19, 2019, 10:18:08 AM
Abrupt ending as the off licences are now open (thanks Scotland) so I'm off

https://vocaroo.com/7gL5xWRymTw

It was Christmas Eve, babe
In the rape pod
An old clowne said to me
Don't you prolapse yet son
And then he sang a song
'The Gloylot Symphony'
I wept into my sleeve
tentacles probed me

Got on a lucky one
Gobbed down my own foreskin
we'll be swapping pints
of jizz for me and you
So, Happy Christmas
please milk me baby
I can see a better time
smearing your face with poo

They've got beaks big as cars, they're crammed full of dog shit
and the shit's piped right through you, they don't miss a bit
When you first licked me out on a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me Mizbit was bleeding for me

You were fetid!
You were pretty, Queen of New Forsk Spitty
When the clownes stopped their milking
you howled out to stop
weenuses swinging
al the cum, they were bringing
The goblins arrived
and they danced in your shite

The boys of the Biffre World 7 choir
Were greasing up their shafts
And the bells were plunging in
Your hairy arse

You're a clowne, eat my spunk
Lock me in the sex trunk
Take me out when I'm needed and do you what want
You cumbag, I love it
up  my arse you can shove it
Happy Christmas, you now have an arse for a cunt





You lot are brilliant, silly, beautiful cunts.

Shoulders?-Stomach!

This was halfway down the second fucking page


Back on track


Oh Cum All Ye Faithful
Gloyful and triumphant