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Title: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 22, 2014, 10:19:03 pm
Things are getting far too upbeat around here for my liking.

Desolation:

A balding man in ill-fitting suit eating a dessert in a deserted, cheap diner. His eyes briefly meet mine and I understand.

Desolation:

A man just past his peak, wolfing down bad chips in a secluded alleyway before shoving them in a bin and strutting back out into the public in all his finery, but smelling of grease. I espied him down that alleway and understood.

Desolation:

A young father, already aged by 10 years trying to placate his bawling infant son on a crowded bus. His hackles rise and he nearly snaps. A younger guy steps into the breach, acting the fool, making the kid giggle and the passengers swoon. I see the sweat stains filter through the tatty t-shirt and understand.

I am happy to observe desolation. It gives me great joy and warmth.

Desolation.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on September 22, 2014, 10:32:05 pm
A clown vomiting into a recycling bin on the edge of a golf course.

An aborted foetus half eaten by gulls on a windswept Hemsby beach.

A balding man moving bits of his hair around instead of shaving it.

A Bulgarian peasant woman coughing into a well.

Three egrets choked in oil in a toddler's paddling pool.

A caretaker called Barney wanking in a bedsit.

A human shit coiled on a Neolithic barrow.

An unfinished egg sandwich of Gregg Wallace, with cheap fag buts and used condoms strewn on it.

A Gaelic piss bucket hoisted onto a pile of sick.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Eggs on September 22, 2014, 10:55:50 pm
A human shit coiled on a Neolithic barrow.

That would just give future Time Team a hard on.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Ian Benson on September 22, 2014, 10:58:50 pm
(http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/wennpic/john-travolta-60th-san-sebastian-international-film-festival-04.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on September 22, 2014, 10:59:01 pm
A man using a flattened roadkill hedgehog as an ice scraper on a bleak winter's morning.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 22, 2014, 11:16:07 pm
A hawk with a cold.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on September 22, 2014, 11:27:37 pm
Jimmy Savile mournfully browsing the used caravan dealership on an overcast day.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 22, 2014, 11:29:54 pm
A penis shrivels at the prospect of imminent penetration.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Eggs on September 22, 2014, 11:31:30 pm
http://www.rhylsuncentre.co.uk
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 22, 2014, 11:34:49 pm
A newsagent returns from a store cupboard to announce there are no more Scampi Fries.

Total compound desolation.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on September 22, 2014, 11:48:35 pm
A lone woman reading Take-a-Break in the sheltered waiting room at Bebington station, seemingly oblivious to the engineering works and rail replacement bus service.

A thin dribble of dried piss running down the grey pavement, connecting an abandoned cardboard box with a broken tricyle.

An empty bottle of cheap vodka stuck in the reeds of a duckless pond, circles of rain forming nearby.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on September 22, 2014, 11:49:05 pm
An elderly tramp stares silently into space, remembering a lost love of his youth.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on September 22, 2014, 11:50:00 pm
An ageing smalltown Mod painstakingly attempts to coax what's left of his thinning hair into a crude approximation of Paul Weller's look circa-1981.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: massive bereavement on September 22, 2014, 11:52:16 pm
A single 30 year old virgin male is hit by a lorry delivering condoms to the local chemist. A passer-by, desperate to keep him talking and conscious, asks him if he has any children.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 23, 2014, 12:44:15 am
Dead eyed mother pours irn bru into babies bottle. Child accepts and begins to drink. The eyes of the baby flicker with potential, briefly.

A thin man walks his dog, smoking a roll up. The dog and the man barely acknowledge each other. Every day its the same. Feed, walk, shit, ignore,

The tattoed lady proudly tells the guy behind the counter at the post office that she is going to Belfast for the marching season and she has never been abroad. He still tries to sell her travel insurance.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on September 23, 2014, 01:04:28 am
On a cold winter morning, butterfingered voyeur frantically searches slush puddle for his dropped thumbdrive of up-skirts.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Absorb the anus burn on September 23, 2014, 01:30:12 am
- Eating a cheese and tomato baguette only to find the index finger of All About Eve's bass player.

- Having a wet dream about a Chinese man dressed as Belinda Lang circa 2.4 Children.

- Buying a cheap belt on Ebay only to find it was posted to you by Robin Williams widow.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: DrunkCountry on September 23, 2014, 01:42:22 am
http://www.rhylsuncentre.co.uk

Rhyl's Uncentre, indeed.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Buelligan on September 23, 2014, 04:29:54 am
(http://assets.nydailynews.com/polopoly_fs/1.1545420.1386859211!/img/httpImage/image.jpg_gen/derivatives/landscape_635/article-helle3-1212.jpg)

Welcome to Tuesday.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 23, 2014, 07:56:53 am
Some absolute corkers here - mostly borne out of personal experience one would imagine, what with the distinct lack of hair.

But the winner has to be: Welcome to Tuesday. You can imagine that posted up on your office wall by Brent-a-like cunt of a boss before the morning "clap ritual" and migration to the bog for the testosterone fuelled shitting (that's just the office ladies). A young temp has a ladder in her stockings, and Kevin is fixated...dreaming of ripping more than just nylon.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 23, 2014, 08:32:37 am
At an ing, body parts are discovered strewn across the reeds hundreds of metres apart, belonging to the same heron.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: pillockandtwat on September 23, 2014, 08:44:35 am
An unemployed father-to-be compulsively playing The Sims late into the night, arranging furniture and belongings around a luxurious house for the benefit of his digital family, while his pregnant partner snores next to him in their untidy bedsit, and the aubade behind the net curtains adds another empty, jobless, day to his feudal overdraft.   
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Birdie on September 23, 2014, 08:49:21 am
^This isn't a blog.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on September 23, 2014, 08:51:16 am
An undergrown crow with undiagnosed cyclothymia, being left out of a corvus-centric chat by three burly jackdaws in front of his impressionable cousin Vince, on a rotting, massive sycamore. Near Derby.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 23, 2014, 08:58:53 am
I haven't felt so elated in years.

A bald lanky wit passes another bald lanky wit on a street in Leeds. Wit 2 blanks wit 1, thrusting wit 1 into a bout of self-recrimination, emergent tendencies and forum posting.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on September 23, 2014, 09:46:13 am
A failed US rapper's ghost floats past an eerie end of terrace house full of gits, too weighed down by his emcee shortcomings to haunt it and them.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on September 23, 2014, 10:16:27 am
A kindly old couple sit silently in their living room both trying to ignore the faint creaking noises coming from above. Deep down both of them know that this is the sound of their 40-yr old son Martin masturbating, but neither wants to admit it. They have no grandchildren.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pit-Pat on September 23, 2014, 11:05:38 am
A social worker walks to a meeting he knows he will be sacked at. A bin van drives along the street upwind of him, perfectly keeping pace.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: SetToStun on September 23, 2014, 11:33:37 am
mook - elderly, decrepit and utterly alone - sits in an armchair in a dimly-lit room. The TV set casts a pale, flickering glow into the room but he doesn't see the picture. A thousand regrets parade through his mind, but on top of them all, always at the forefront of his thoughts, is one simple lament: "I was never sponged". A single tear rolls slowly down one furrowed, sunken cheek.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: mook on September 23, 2014, 11:59:22 am
mook - elderly, decrepit and utterly alone - sits in an armchair in a dimly-lit room. The TV set casts a pale, flickering glow into the room but he doesn't see the picture. A thousand regrets parade through his mind, but on top of them all, always at the forefront of his thoughts, is one simple lament: "I was never sponged". A single tear rolls slowly down one furrowed, sunken cheek.

(http://i423.photobucket.com/albums/pp317/mookbucket/sw1m_zps212f8b0a.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 23, 2014, 12:26:33 pm
A battered wife sits on a sofa, tears of hatred burn her bruised cheek. She is comforted by her assailant, she knows his words of concern are temporary, but part of her believes him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: SetToStun on September 23, 2014, 12:27:00 pm
(http://i423.photobucket.com/albums/pp317/mookbucket/sw1m_zps212f8b0a.jpg)

That doesn't even make sense!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: mook on September 23, 2014, 12:41:12 pm
That doesn't even make sense!

so i missed a comma out.

you do know that i'm not taking the tablets don't you?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: checkoutgirl on September 23, 2014, 12:54:13 pm
Jobstown county Dublin. Horses, unemployment. Desolation.

(http://img812.imageshack.us/img812/7969/69074430.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 23, 2014, 01:03:45 pm
Is that the city centre?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on September 23, 2014, 01:05:06 pm
Mayor... Des O'Lation
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: checkoutgirl on September 23, 2014, 01:41:50 pm
Is that the city centre?

That's the embassy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: SetToStun on September 23, 2014, 01:49:30 pm
so i missed a comma out.

you do know that i'm not taking the tablets don't you?

Sorry, mookie - I must just be missing the point (it was a long and arduous weekend and last night didn't help). If you're not taking the tablets are you at least back on the brekkie Merlot?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: mook on September 23, 2014, 01:53:47 pm
no more merlot. EVER.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: SetToStun on September 23, 2014, 01:55:38 pm
That makes me sad :-(

How about a lightly-chilled red Gamay?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: mook on September 23, 2014, 02:03:52 pm
stick it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: SetToStun on September 23, 2014, 02:47:15 pm
Steady on old son - just trying to be friendly. Are you really on the wagon for good, then?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hound Of The Basketballs on September 23, 2014, 03:17:54 pm
Getting an email from the estate agent for your approval with a schedule attached, and the schedule is for your childhood home. You'd never seen it empty before, but the house-clearance people went round last week. You're an only child and both your parents died within two years. Goes on the market tomorrow, and you wonder if you're going to have a breakdown over this.

If there's a thread for this, could somebody direct me?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 23, 2014, 04:13:25 pm
Going through your former happily married now deceased dad's personal belongings, you find a solitary magazine, homosexually pornographic in nature.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 23, 2014, 04:20:52 pm
An old VHS tape is found in a mouldy box at the back of the attic - the label reads "Infant Nigel"

Excited by rolling back the memories to ice-cream sunny days in the mid-80s, you drag out your VHS player and plug it in.

Glitchy, the tape starts to play. Ah, mother...*smiles*, father *pride*,...err...hang on...Fred West!!!!!!

Nigel found dead 3 weeks later by his sister. Hung himself in the attic...VHS tape littered around the floor. No suicide note.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 23, 2014, 04:27:06 pm
A sickly pensioner takes the weekly trip to the store. Forgot what fag brand she's smoked for all her life. Buys four packs of the wrong kind. At home, exhausted, she remembers. Smokes them anyway, hates them. Dies of cancer.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: thraxx on September 23, 2014, 04:29:12 pm
Going through your former happily married now deceased dad's personal belongings, you find a solitary magazine, homosexually pornographic in nature.

*hand moves hesitantly to flies of trousers*
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 23, 2014, 04:29:43 pm
A man pissing in a beer bottle before handing it to a begging tramp.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: thraxx on September 23, 2014, 04:33:54 pm
One legged pigeon pecking at a fag end under a sick-caked seat at Bradford bus station on a cold and grey Sunday morning.  You see a poster heralding Now Doubt’s latest comeback album - you notice the corner is torn off, and then a squatting wincing man wiping his arse with it.  His liquid faeces is snaking down the pavement towards you.  You'd better move.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 23, 2014, 04:42:58 pm
One legged pigeon pecking at a fag end under a sick-caked seat at Bradford bus station on a cold and grey Sunday morning.  You see a poster heralding Now Doubt’s latest comeback album - you notice the corner is torn off, and then a squatting wincing man wiping his arse with it.  His liquid faeces is snaking down the pavement towards you.  You'd better move.

*skips joyously out of thread*
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 23, 2014, 05:07:53 pm
- A women's shelter closing due to budget cuts.

- A funeral attended by no one. Except you, but you sneak out before the priest spots you.

- A collection of children's dolls and teddy bears, all coloured in the crotch with a red Biro.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 23, 2014, 05:09:18 pm
- A catalogued and alphabetised porn collection
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on September 23, 2014, 05:16:14 pm
An oblivious pensioner rides his mobility scooter through the aisles of Morrisons, unaware that his leaky catheter bag is leaving a trail of piss behind him like an electrified slug. A spotty 16-yr old employee follows at a respectful distance with his mop and bucket.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 23, 2014, 05:23:44 pm
- A man deliberately pissing on the floor in a public restroom, so he can see the reflection of the bloke in the next cubicle wiping his arse.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on September 23, 2014, 05:40:13 pm
City boy's been out on a (tinder)date with a reasonably nice, intelligent and attractive lady. After a few drinks they're walking back to the station, they walk past a beggar, cup out, few loose coins in it.
Chance to impress the lady, city boy pulls 300 quid out of his wallet, fresh crisp notes. Propositions the poor sod with naught but jangles in a used cafe nero cup. "I'm gonna toss a coin, if you win you get the three hundred, but if I win I'll take the coins out of your cup."
Of course old cider guts takes the gamble...loses. City boy takes the £1.37 out of the cup, it's mostly 5 and 10ps.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 23, 2014, 07:05:25 pm
A man has a stroke at his daughter's wedding.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 23, 2014, 07:16:10 pm
A gaunt young woman holds a baby as she sits on a bus travelling through a northern city one wet midwinter's evening. She tries to wipe away the condensation on the inside of the bus window.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 23, 2014, 07:18:14 pm
People waiting at a bus stop outside a hospital.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 23, 2014, 07:19:30 pm
An old man checks the timetable at a city centre bus station so that he can catch a bus home to an empty house.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 23, 2014, 07:19:43 pm
A bus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 23, 2014, 07:20:40 pm
A bus lurches through traffic.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 23, 2014, 07:20:52 pm
Another bus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 23, 2014, 07:21:05 pm
Bus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 23, 2014, 07:21:18 pm
An bus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 23, 2014, 07:21:57 pm
Feel genuinely low now after this bus stuff.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: mook on September 23, 2014, 07:25:48 pm
Feel genuinely low now after this bus stuff.

here you go.

(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3b/Double-Decker-Wrapper-Small.jpg)

have a biscuit, or whatever the fuck they are.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 23, 2014, 07:43:06 pm
Former bullying victim struggling with anxiety and depression confronts former bully in the shops.

- "Hope you sleep well at night"
- "Who are you?"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: AlanB on September 23, 2014, 11:11:03 pm
One legged pigeon pecking at a fag end under a sick-caked seat at Bradford bus station on a cold and grey Sunday morning.  You see a poster heralding Now Doubt’s latest comeback album - you notice the corner is torn off, and then a squatting wincing man wiping his arse with it.  His liquid faeces is snaking down the pavement towards you.  You'd better move.

>Use PIGEON on FAECES
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 23, 2014, 11:11:45 pm
An old man checks the timetable at a city centre bus station so that he can catch a bus home to an empty house.

A new winner. A touch of Ligotti there. Fantastic. Karma this guy up please
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 23, 2014, 11:13:13 pm
An old man does a massive shop at Lidl that takes 3 hours to complete as he needs loads of toilet roll for his invalid and dying wife.

...realises he's left his wallet at home.

...dies at checkout.

...Lidl deliver a solitary toilet roll to widow as a gesture of kindness.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on September 23, 2014, 11:15:29 pm
A man sits in a basement carefully drawing a face on an egg with a permanent marker. "I've messed up the nose, I'll have to start over."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 23, 2014, 11:22:04 pm
A weather forecaster announces that the pollen count for Norfolk and the East Midlands this week is 'Medium'.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 23, 2014, 11:32:47 pm
A 60 year old geography teacher walks home from work extra slowly, hoping it'll rain a bit so him bringing an umbrella today wouldn't be in vain.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on September 23, 2014, 11:37:23 pm
A frail Terry Waite sits alone in his drawing room listening to a group of drunk youth hurl homophobic insults at him from outside, he looks longingly at the radiator.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 23, 2014, 11:39:20 pm
An elderly widow, almost insane with loneliness, attempts to strike up a conversation with a young mum and her toddler on a bus. The child tells her that she smells and starts crying. The mother calls her an old cow and alights at the next stop despite it not being hers. The widow takes her own life that night with an assortment of pills leftover from her late husbands ineffective cancer treatment that she couldn't bring herself to throw away.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 23, 2014, 11:41:50 pm
A kestrel mistakenly hunts a chip fork.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 23, 2014, 11:50:13 pm
Four English students careen down a busy pedestrian precinct on the first bank holiday of the year. One pisses, one exposes himself and the other two pretend to bugger each other. 

It is 13:25.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 23, 2014, 11:58:18 pm
A malnourished dog in Skegness is taking a shit on a bleached and ragged copy of ZOO.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 23, 2014, 11:59:18 pm
An unemployed man is eating bread with pepper on for dinner.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 24, 2014, 12:00:23 am
A scottish prostitute votes NO because she's afraid of losing her pension.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paisley on September 24, 2014, 12:03:31 am
Cleaning blood off a pair of Mary Janes.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paisley on September 24, 2014, 12:08:51 am
Beating yourself over the head after you discover your collection of children's karate kits has been disturbed.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 24, 2014, 12:09:58 am
An 8 year old boy compliments his class sweetheart on her "smashing tits"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Clatty McCutcheon on September 24, 2014, 12:20:14 am
A one-eyed badger watches a gang of truanting schoolkids inhaling the propellent from a can of Lynx Africa in a flooded underpass.  Also, the badger has impetigo.

   
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 24, 2014, 12:28:48 am
A pensioner pisses himself when he can't find the exit in a shopping centre.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: non capisco on September 24, 2014, 12:30:35 am
A normally effusive dog treats a postal worker with total indifference. The owner gives a thin apologetic smile. Nothing has gone right today.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on September 24, 2014, 12:53:20 am
3am. Streetlight in the window. Nothing to be up for in the morning. A man opens his phone's contact list and selects the only number, 'Babestation'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: clayhill halls of residen on September 24, 2014, 01:02:24 am
It's the last day of school before the summer, a single dad smiles at the single mum he's fancied for the last 4 years, she smiles back...her eyes holding his gaze...imploring him...he does nothing.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: clayhill halls of residen on September 24, 2014, 01:58:36 am
Her young daughter having left for university a mum starts stripping the now redundant bed, pulling back the sheets she notices a 6 inch butt plug and a string of anal beads, neither have been cleaned after use.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: clayhill halls of residen on September 24, 2014, 02:04:32 am
Upon visiting her young daughter at university a mum starts doing the usual "If you keep it tidy it will stay tidy" routine before launching herself into picking up sticky knickers and fag butts off the floor when she notices a used home pregnancy testing kit sitting upon an appointment letter for a termination, it has tomorrows date on it
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: clayhill halls of residen on September 24, 2014, 02:14:46 am
Feeling lonely Jimmy signs up to youngslutswantoldfatcocks.com, as he scrolls down the list of potential new sex partners his eye is drawn to one in particular, it's not the boobs or legs akimbo pose that has caught his attention it's the fact he recognises the bedding and wallpaper in the background are the same as his young daughter's.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on September 24, 2014, 02:15:48 am
The anonymous originator of the word "fap" sits quietly on the periphery of a group of new co-workers, desperately thinking of a way to steer the conversation toward someone using the word so that he can claim credit and, he thinks, impress them.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 07:43:06 am
Oh Jesus christ...some of the best laughs I've had all year...the last page is scorchingly bleak.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 07:44:35 am
An ageing clown is beaten to within an inch of his life after sorely disappointing a party of modern children.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Moribunderast on September 24, 2014, 07:56:47 am
A divorced and balding man flips through a leaflet for a local Hair Loss Treatment centre. He jots the number down and plans to call, then wonders whether he would have bothered if he were still married.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Moribunderast on September 24, 2014, 08:17:25 am
A single mother has given up on dating. She hasn't the time nor the energy yet, at the behest of her persistent and ever-optimistic best friend, she wilts. The blind date goes surprisingly well and in an uncharacteristic moment of spontaneity, she invites the man home. They have sex but her mind is elsewhere, disturbed by the man's behaviour towards her cat. It had come to him meowing and he'd kicked it away. "Sorry - I don't like cats," he'd said, before tenderly caressing her cheek and planting a kiss.

He leaves in the morning and they agree to meet again. He is not present when the cat scratches her son.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: checkoutgirl on September 24, 2014, 09:23:16 am
A butterfly landed beside me on the footpath while I waited for the bus to work. I think it was a Red Admiral. It just stopped moving. It died right in front of me.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pit-Pat on September 24, 2014, 09:33:25 am
A recently separated woman sits alone in Pizza Express wearing a party hat. Her best friend, an hour late for her birthday lunch, is in a cheap hotel fucking the birthday girl's husband.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pit-Pat on September 24, 2014, 09:38:17 am
A slightly overweight, middle aged man is left unpicked by both team captains at a Match.com summer game of rounders in the park.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 24, 2014, 09:53:25 am
A terrified girl runs through the woods. She's just seen everyone she knows take a pummeling up the gareth from a horde of clowns that appeared from the sky.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 10:24:53 am
An ageing, balding, overweight man sits down at his computer still running Windows NT (the year is 2013). He spends 5 hours writing the most heart-rending, beautiful soliloquy on the subject of loneliness. He logs into a comedy forum dedicated to his hero Christopher Morris and starts a new thread "My phoenix-like release from desolation". He is about to hit send - a smile finally emerging across his lips after 15 years of depression

(http://www.computerhope.com/jargon/b/bsod.gif)

he presses a key

(http://www.sqa.org.uk/e-learning/HardOSSupp02CD/images/pic012.gif)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on September 24, 2014, 10:50:59 am
Oh Jesus christ...some of the best laughs I've had all year...the last page is scorchingly bleak.

if this were twitter the owner of the account would be monitising this by producing a book.



Hang on! why don't WE (by which I mean YOU) do that?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 10:52:01 am
if this were twitter the owner of the account would be monitising this by producing a book.



Hang on! why don't WE (by which I mean YOU) do that?

It will be "my" entry into the CaB christmas annual
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on September 24, 2014, 10:54:42 am
honest it would make a great book, have a photo for each entry on a single page, I can picture it now.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 24, 2014, 11:06:34 am
A recent widower goes to the restaurant he and his deceased wife went to as a tradition on their wedding day. He orders what they always ordered. They'd been married for 56 years. They get the order slightly wrong. He can't bring himself to send it back.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Moribunderast on September 24, 2014, 11:14:57 am
He feels a twinge of bitterness on his sister's wedding day. For a moment, he contemplates telling her the truth about her childhood dog. That it hadn't run away - that their father had accidentally driven over it while it slept and that father and son had briefly locked eyes as father guiltily placed the thing in his car boot and drove away.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Blinder Data on September 24, 2014, 11:36:26 am
A single bald man in his early 40's looks up a lonely hearts column in the paper and via text organises to meet a mystery lady in his local pub. As he sits at the table and wears the signifying white rose, a short man enters and immediately throws him a funny look. The short man states the bald man's name in a confused manner. The bald man had booked a date through the wrong column.

The short man angrily and loudly accuses the bald man of deception and before leaving, punches him in the face. The bald man, rubbing his ringing ear, quickly exits the pub in front of the prying eyes of the regulars.

The bald man phones the lonely hearts column to place an ad in the correct column. His account has been blocked.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on September 24, 2014, 11:37:32 am
Middle-aged divorcee Val sprained her ankle last week but she won't he deterred, single's night down the Dog & Duck is a fortnightly ritual for her. She wears one stiletto on her good leg and a cast around her other foot as she hobbles down the road, her toes peek out from the cast, they're painted green.

Her leather trousers squeak like a new sofa, her home-perm blowing in the breeze, younger men laugh at her as they walk into town but she doesn't notice. She pushes back her thick glasses as she enters the pub - tonight's the night....
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: shiftwork2 on September 24, 2014, 11:47:59 am
June from Guildford, now 79, opens the front door in her Boux Avenue lingerie and says 'I've missed you so much.  Are they for me?'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on September 24, 2014, 12:02:12 pm
Chris Kavanagh, 50, sits on the dock by a disused ship builders, this morning's speedball hit all but gone from his system, the stench of the putrid sea and rust fills his nostrils, his arse wet from sitting on the sodden earth, he thinks back to his time as one of the drummers in Sigue Sigue Sputnik and wonders if he could get the band back together.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Ian Benson on September 24, 2014, 12:20:18 pm
Lenny Kravitz releases his latest album. He calls it Strut. He says that the sound of the album is "grit 'n' glamour" because "it's rock, but there's polish to it."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on September 24, 2014, 12:35:26 pm
As a lonely man listlessly leafs through 'Take-A-Break' magazine in the waiting room, he spots a picture of himself taken from a distance. The caption reads: 'foul pervert Bob'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 24, 2014, 12:46:17 pm
A man thinking he's alone in a train carriage farting loudly.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 01:05:44 pm
An ageing paedophile heroically saves a young boys life after he falls into the path of an articulated lorry. The paedophile flings the boy to safety but dislocates his shoulder and breaks both legs in the process.

After several weeks in hospital, he returns home to be surprised by a mass of well-wishers and TV crews outside his house. Nicholas Witchell doorsteps him and the crowd push into his living room to see the great man interviewed.

Ron had forgotten to put away his collection before leaving the house on the day of the accident.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 24, 2014, 01:46:45 pm
Two tramps whisper to each other, a decision made, one walks away. The other looks shiftily around before moving a cardboard box to reveal a dead pigeon. He quickly puts it in a well used carrier bag. He walks away confident that no one has seen.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 24, 2014, 01:55:32 pm
Looking through the letterbox the aroused teenager spies the prone frame of Linda, a pretty twentysomething who has endured a lifetime of sexual abuse. She is naked and comatosed on valium. He kicks the door, it gives way easily as it has been kicked in each night this week. He and 3 others rape her where she lies. She wakes the next day unaware of what happened.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Benevolent Despot on September 24, 2014, 02:12:20 pm
^Keep it light.

Lunching at McDonalds, a young man with a socialisation phobia fears the many faces seated and eating could harbour peers from a past not forgotten. To avoid unbearable awkwardness and red hot blushing, he hides himself in a toilet cubicle to enjoy his lunch. He feasts on the plastic cheeseburger while others make hideous bowel noises within earshot. The scent of old urine accompanies his terrible low. He is sure many toilet lunches stretch into the future.  Can he foresee a lunch outwith the lavatory?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on September 24, 2014, 02:41:40 pm
A precise minded aeronautic engineer notices a misplaced apostrophe on the tombstone of his as yet unconceived infant.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on September 24, 2014, 02:48:00 pm
Clicking through adultwork.com one day, Barry Sanguine, 48, happens upon the profile of his ex-wife and is horrified to find she lists bareback as a service. "She never let me do that", he thought, then it dawned on him this was for his own protection, he picks up his phone to make a booking.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: SetToStun on September 24, 2014, 02:50:07 pm
A middle-aged man in a cheap suit and nylon shirt and tie buys a round in the pub after work; everyone's his friend for the ten minutes it takes for the drinks to be drunk. He flirts with the gorgeous 20-something barmaid who dutifully laughs at his jokes and smiles at him when she sees him staring at her. "Still got it", he thinks as he gets another round in for his "friends". By 21:00 they are all gone, either home to their partners or on to another bar they haven't told him about. He has one for the road and sets off home to his flat; it's two bedroom but he knows, deep down, that not only will he never need the second bedroom but buying a double bed for the first was pretty pointless. He picks up a kebab on the way and sits down in front of the telly to eat. He thinks back to the barmaid and decides to get the Scotch out. He will awake at 06:15, still in his cheap suit on the sofa, finish the Scotch left in the glass when he passed out at midnight, shower, change his shirt but re-use the same socks and pants because he never, ever remembers to do the dark wash.

He never cries, though - he has his mates in the pub and the barmaid in his dreams.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: 303 on September 24, 2014, 02:52:13 pm
(http://members.tripod.com/sweeps_friend/Little__Large.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 03:14:13 pm
Clicking through adultwork.com one day, Barry Sanguine, 48, happens upon the profile of his ex-wife and is horrified to find she lists bareback as a service. "She never let me do that", he thought, then it dawned on him this was for his own protection, he picks up his phone to make a booking.

Oh, that is a riser...just gets better and better
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 03:18:24 pm
Dave, an underachiever his entire life is diagnosed with a terminal illness. He decides to finally put his mind to something constructive, something to be proud of and to show the world.

He spends his final few weeks generating the most astounding work of computer art ever seen. Ferreting away with various Adobe tools and melding them expertly with beautiful photographs he has taken in the nature surrounding his house. It truly is a glorious effort.

The final day, Dave is weak, almost gone. He loads the completed image into a file sharing site and deletes the original from the hard drive.

Fingers trembling, his breath shallow he logs into his favourite forum, a forum that will give a platform to this majesty, hist first achievement of any note. They will remember me forever, he thinks.

His final act is to click "post"

(http://members.tripod.com/sweeps_friend/Little__Large.jpg)

That is the final image he sees as he keels over and lands stone cold dead on the cat litter.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 24, 2014, 03:18:48 pm
A man chooses Maplin to shop for his electronics needs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 03:19:22 pm
A man chooses Maplin to shop for his electronics needs.

Fuck you!!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pit-Pat on September 24, 2014, 03:44:40 pm
It is 2000. For his birthday, a terminally ill mother buys her teenage son a videogame she remembers him talking about months ago but that he doesn't seem to own. She only has a week to live. It is Daikatana.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pit-Pat on September 24, 2014, 03:49:26 pm
A man tells his wife that his fantasy is to speak on the phone whilst receiving a blowjob. As she is going to work down there one day, his phone starts to ring. As he receives the news that his father has just died he is unable to stop himself ejaculating.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 24, 2014, 03:54:07 pm
A man eats a shit sandwich for ALS.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 04:34:54 pm
It is 2000. For his birthday, a terminally ill mother buys her teenage son a videogame she remembers him talking about months ago but that he doesn't seem to own.

The petulant son throws the game in her face - "it's shit, a game for babies!!! I hate you" he squalls.

She dies.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: clayhill halls of residen on September 24, 2014, 04:39:14 pm
Driving to the pay window of the MacDonald's drive through he hopes she's a looker, handing over the grubby £5 note her soft warm fingers brush against his, he is content, he has touched a person today.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: checkoutgirl on September 24, 2014, 04:45:15 pm
Quote from: Daily Mirror
A Man hired a prostitute to come to his hotel room – and answered the door to his own daughter

Desolation.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: checkoutgirl on September 24, 2014, 04:49:13 pm
I sit in McDonalds eating a half cold and partially congealed double cheeseburger while deliberating whether it is even worth finishing. As I sit there I stare at a couple of obvious junkies who are communing in that way they do. The female clears her throat and spits it into an empty regular fries packet. I immediately stop eating and leave in disgust.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on September 24, 2014, 05:06:56 pm
The founder and sole member of the Len Fairclough appreciation society buys out of date pickled onion flavour Space Raiders from a car boot sale in Rhyl. There is light drizzle on the third day of his singles holiday.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on September 24, 2014, 05:08:19 pm
A street map that the council attached to a wall outside a small and neglected train station in 2000 hangs superceded and forgotten. The metal frame has buckled and rusted. The clear plastic laminate is yellowed with weathering and peppered with marker tags. The map itself now a sun faded pale blue wash where once bold primary colours confidently jumped out. Ernest and Florence, visiting, used it to find their way to the park in the summer of 2001. It's never been used for its intended purpose since and the couple are now dead.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 24, 2014, 05:08:46 pm
You enter a trainstation lift.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on September 24, 2014, 05:18:13 pm
A man sets UK Border Force to record, remembers he's going to kill himself tomorrow, and takes it back off.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 05:19:07 pm
Steven rolls the dice in anticipation. A 6 and a 1.

Torquay United 6 - 1 Macclesfield Town, he jots down in his wallpaper covered notebook.

Another roll. Two 5's.

Bristol Rovers 5 - 5 Darlington

A 3 and a 2...he curses...rolls again...two 2's...again 1 and a 4

Oxford United 1 - 4 Tranmere Rovers

A smile spreads across his face. Top of the league!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 05:21:06 pm
A man in his late 30's finds the Millennium falcon replica toy wrapped in festive paper in his parents loft.

"Happy Christmas, son", the tag reads.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on September 24, 2014, 05:21:50 pm
A newborn calf nibbles gingerly at a discarded burger.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 24, 2014, 05:46:42 pm
A fat girl trying all the camera tricks in the world to get a match on Tinder. Gets no matches.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on September 24, 2014, 06:02:00 pm
Wedding day. Bride thinks back to her first love. Her only love, she realises. She continues down the aisle.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 24, 2014, 06:12:06 pm
A man masturbates to beach photos of his ex-girlfriend, covering her new boyfriend with his hand.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on September 24, 2014, 06:37:03 pm
A mustachioed porn producer argues with his aging starlet that bringing her young son on set as she couldn't find a babysitter in time was totally irresponsible.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: mook on September 24, 2014, 06:53:46 pm
Wedding day. Bride thinks back to her first love. Her only love, she realises. She continues down the aisle, and there at the alter is her dad in a fucking robot contraption just waiting to steel all the attention. the fucker.

désolé.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 07:04:11 pm
Real life one tonight

Ragged mid-30s Geordie girl screaming at her boyfriend as she procrastinates about getting off the bus with an ancient looking wheelchair. I try and squeeze past the arguing couple and she shouts "that's just fucking ignorant". Boyfriend says "well you are taking fucking ages to get off the bus". She then replies "Well I'm cunting disabled aren't I...PUSH ME!" as she pushes the empty wheelchair into the road.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on September 24, 2014, 07:05:05 pm
Frank Bruno
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on September 24, 2014, 07:09:55 pm
A first year doctor is suspended after carrying out a PR on the wrong vegetable on the bariatric ward, when he bursts a blood vessel up the patient's jacksie. At home, his mother titters and goes back to her Screwfix catalogue.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 24, 2014, 07:20:20 pm

Real life one tonight

Ragged mid-30s Geordie girl screaming at her boyfriend as she procrastinates about getting off the bus with an ancient looking wheelchair. I try and squeeze past the arguing couple and she shouts "that's just fucking ignorant". Boyfriend says "well you are taking fucking ages to get off the bus". She then replies "Well I'm cunting disabled aren't I...PUSH ME!" as she pushes the empty wheelchair into the road.

Bus involved, ergo desolate.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on September 24, 2014, 07:25:14 pm
Frank Bruno on a bus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 07:37:13 pm
Frank Bruno driving a bus...ashen.

Chris Eubank upstairs...silent.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Benevolent Despot on September 24, 2014, 07:42:49 pm
True Bus Story

My uncle photographs and catalogues buses. He went on holiday to Malta to photograph the rare and splendid buses there. The holiday was secondary. Everything is secondary, to the buses.

Desolation only to the outsider, to him it is no doubt on par with religious ecstasy.

THE ECSTASY OF DIESEL.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on September 24, 2014, 07:47:54 pm
Frank Bruno driving a bus...ashen.

Chris Eubank upstairs...silent.
Alan Minter, upstairs in the front seat, pretending to be the driver.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 24, 2014, 07:49:22 pm
http://www.thepowerof10.info/athletes/profile.aspx?athleteid=412

The aborted and mediocre athletics career of middle distance runner Bradley Donkin.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on September 24, 2014, 07:55:43 pm
Dropped your Rustlers.  Pick it up.  Blow on it.  I'm sure it's fine.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on September 24, 2014, 07:57:11 pm
It was a runny one.  Look over.  No toilet paper.  Take out wallet.  Picture of her.  I suppose it doesn't matter now.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: finnquark on September 24, 2014, 07:59:22 pm
Dominic Littlewood, Matt Baker and Alex Jones discussing bus passes on a mocked up double decker bus, whilst Claudia Winkleman, Tess Daly, Paul Merton and six pensioners look on.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on September 24, 2014, 08:02:23 pm
/ignore (this is the best ever thread on c&b please never stop i bessech you, i am drunk but don't let that detract you)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: The Boston Crab on September 24, 2014, 08:07:43 pm
Charlie from Casualty stares at his CV, scratching his temple. This would be much easier on a computer. He shivers, suddenly remembering that he had meant to top up the gas card. He watched UK Gold instead.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on September 24, 2014, 08:10:32 pm
Check the Desolation thread, hoping your entry has been seen and enjoyed.  -1 Karm.  Why?  You're not fucking funny, cunt.  You've always known.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Old Nehamkin on September 24, 2014, 08:16:47 pm
Check the Desolation thread, hoping your entry has been seen and enjoyed.  -1 Karm.  Why?  You're not fucking funny, cunt.  You've always known.

Check again. It's at +6 now. Nice self-esteem boost. Do a little self-congratulatory chuckle. Go to "who changed my karma". It was just one person, they clicked too many times because the page wasn't loading. Feel weirdly ashamed.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 24, 2014, 08:17:59 pm
It is 7am, a booze breathed man, red eyed and shameless, picks up a bottle of Tesco Value vodka and shuffles towards the checkout. A moment of clarity washes over him as he catches sight of himself in the chrome of an aisle fixture. He sighs and picks up a pack of cornflakes in an attempt to camouflage his habit. He smiles weakly at the cashier, gesturing towards the vodka he says, "im having friends over tonight, so i really need a good breakfast to see me through", pointing at the cornflakes. She smiles back, weaker still. He leaves the shop and idly places the unwanted cereal in the nearest bin. He now has all the breakfast he needs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 24, 2014, 08:27:21 pm
Queueing outside an off license at 8 in the morning on a Tuesday.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on September 24, 2014, 08:38:52 pm
A man lies on his sofa, watching You've Been Framed. His ex-girlfriend's favourite song plays over fuzzy camcorder footage of animals doing vaguely amusing things. He cries. Canned laughter.

Harry Hill.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: finnquark on September 24, 2014, 08:42:41 pm
Meg Ryan's face is under repair. A scaffold surrounds her upper lip, and on it is the fascia of the contractors. A builder on his break smokes and reads the Financial Times.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 08:49:53 pm
Check the Desolation thread, hoping your entry has been seen and enjoyed.  -1 Karm.  Why?  You're not fucking funny, cunt.  You've always known.

Nah...it was because you negged the OP then decided to post in here...anyway...you are a funny bastard, so don't take it personally.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 08:52:19 pm
Queueing outside an off license at 8 in the morning on a Tuesday.

Glasgow karaoke in Merchant City at 8am in dim lit pub.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on September 24, 2014, 08:54:45 pm
Nah...it was because you negged the OP then decided to post in here...anyway...you are a funny bastard, so don't take it personally.

Fucking hell, I did.

Genuinely no idea why.  I've been giggling at this thread all day.

Sorry!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 08:54:53 pm
Teenage boy wanking in his bedroom. Bang on window. Sees shadows disappear in distance. Finishes off and goes outside.

Tin of Heinz baked beans on the grass.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 24, 2014, 08:56:45 pm
A man leaves the boot door of his car open before setting off and loses every episode of Coffee Friends he was hoping to watch.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 09:03:44 pm
Stanley Bates (TV's Bungle) is arrested for child molestation whilst doing a voiceover for a stairlift insurance company, in 2003. Unreported.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dannyhood91 on September 24, 2014, 09:04:28 pm
A pale, thin, unattractive man in his late 30's is walking home from another unrewarding and soul sucking day at work on a late autumn afternoon.

He's an introverted sort with no real close friends to speak of and certainly no romance life to speak of aside from the idealistic one that exists in his wildest desires that are nullified by the crippling loneliness and knowledge of his lowly station in life, something that he is by now oddly comfortable with. After have to befriend your demons after a lifetime.

He walks with a blank expression on his pale slab of a head, slouched as usual, he walks down a hill towards the high rise flats. The sun is getting lower and at the time of year it's light seems to be stronger and you can feel it on the eyes. He puts his hand up to abate the glares affects on his eyes, after he gets to a point where the sun is sufficiently blocked by one of the flats, he notices something floating in the sky and it's gradually getting lower.

It's a balloon. Upon seeing this, it triggers something, seemingly completely at random. Seeing this graceful object delicately and carelessly dancing through the oppressive concrete monoliths, he is suddenly reminded of happier days of his youth, back when cares were less and the innocence of childhood wonder and optimism coursed through his veins and before the leech of life sucked all that was once good out of his withered body. Oh how he longed for those days.

He keeps his attention focused on this thread of purity that hangs on the sky. He observes that he's getting closer to it as it makes it's decent and in fact as fate had it in store, merely a minute later the balloon makes its land and it's not a foot from our man! He walks over to get a good look at this balloon that has been giving him a respite from his toil. He sees that the balloon a helium one, pink, in the shape of a heart and it has 'I love you.' written across it seemingly by hand. Could it be no coincidence that this balloon landed so closely to hi? How? Who? So many questions. Upon closer inspection he sees there is a card attached to the balloons strings.

He opens it up and finds a folded up piece of paper.
He unfolds it to see...


(http://s13.postimg.org/kcl4amjon/155013877_mcbigdick_jpg.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: dandoystevski on September 24, 2014, 09:10:37 pm
Jan Vertonghen muscles in and wins the ball from a thinning Peter Crouch; the game is 0-0 and though it is a Tuesday night, the rain had other plans. 'Verts' spots Andros Townsend on the opposite wing shuffling nervously like a crab at her first disco. His disinterest is palpable as he wafts his ball towards 'Aza' which plumps into Row Stink. The White Hart Lane Mutter briefly becomes the White Hart Lane Aaaw.

The Indonesian branch of the Bill/ Nick fan club, bathed in mediocre Sky flicker, don't take the hint and applaud as Harry Kane is seen warming up. A dog is run over outside.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: dandoystevski on September 24, 2014, 09:14:41 pm
This.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on September 24, 2014, 09:19:33 pm
I love this thread, Blodwyn and fellow contributors. Long may it desolate.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: finnquark on September 24, 2014, 09:22:15 pm
A man walks into a branch of Next and asks for the time. The sales assistant checks his watch, and tells him the time is 12:45. The man breaks down in tears and thanks the assistant for his kindness.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Old Nehamkin on September 24, 2014, 09:24:09 pm
A man unknowingly has the final wank of his life and it isn't even that good.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 09:24:44 pm
The frozen corpse of an elderly man is removed from the platform of a long disused rural train station in Dumbartonshire.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 09:26:27 pm
Britain's Funniest CCTV Clips shows a 1 minute video of an overweight, balding man wearing his wife's lingerie and wanking furiously, after a crow has caused the CCTV camera to pivot towards his bedroom window.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: The Boston Crab on September 24, 2014, 09:29:03 pm
My grandad stirring ketchup into a pan of Smash. Puts a dollop in a bowl and gives it to my dad. What's this, he asks.

Pink Panther.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on September 24, 2014, 09:30:36 pm
All other glassware long since broken, Paul 'Gazza' Gascoigne sups Kestrel Super Strength from a pair of plastic tits. It's 10am.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 09:32:11 pm
Geoff falls into a 8 week period of gloom after missing the repeat of Capstick's Capers because of illness.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 09:34:35 pm
Brian, an avid darts fan, is blanked by Raymond Barneveld on a Nordic walking weekend in Shropshire.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 24, 2014, 09:40:38 pm
A bank manager with dried semen on his tie. Notices, loudly exclaims it's just tooth paste to no one in particular. Everyone knows it's not. Everyone.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pit-Pat on September 24, 2014, 09:44:27 pm
You're watching the Rice Crispies Super Hero advert. Your parents tell you to stop because you're going into town and switch the TV off. Snap, Crackle and Pop go back to being elves after that.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on September 24, 2014, 09:45:58 pm
Petra sits in a bath full of warmish water without any bubble bath in it- life has taught her that she deserves to be clean but not fragrant. The bubble-less water lends her an unfettered view of a new wart, and as she reads the back of a bottle of Toilet Ninja, she makes a mental note to check the drop in clinic times.



Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 24, 2014, 10:06:21 pm
Benefits Angie watching late night cable. Interrupted by incessant cats fighting. "Fookin' cats!" she yells, fag ash falling on the bed. For the next day and night the cats never shut up.

Finally, they stop. Ange comatose on the floor, vodka bottles strewn about.

Infant daughter dead in cot next door.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on September 24, 2014, 10:06:31 pm
A man in his twenties stands in front of Lime Street station at dawn, waiting for it to open while taking a blurry mobile phone photo of St George's Hall. An older man who resembles a tramp ambles up to him. "Do you wanna buy some coke, mate?" he asks. "No thanks." Both men walk off in different directions, the younger one breaking into a run[1].
 1. I was the man in his twenties
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 24, 2014, 10:17:35 pm
A man fails his bus driver's test. He gets on a bus to go home and sits on a moist piece of chewing gum.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on September 24, 2014, 10:21:02 pm
A man fails his bus driver's test. He gets on a bus to go home and sits on a moist piece of chewing gum.

think you finally nailed the bus thing mate, took us up the merry path but it were worth it
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 24, 2014, 10:21:44 pm
A man wakes on christmas morning to a card reading MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU PAKI
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Doomy Dwyer on September 24, 2014, 10:33:14 pm
The alarm clock clangs a deafening warning. It's 7am on a Monday morning. The rain beats angry against the window like a violent mob. It is dark. Awake already after another sleepless night of tears and terror, Graham fumbles to silence the screaming of the clock. He looks at his outreached arm as if seeing it for the first time. His hand seems to glow pale in the darkness, it is cold and it trembles like a sickly reptile. The second the alarm ceases Graham's mother's voice screams from downstairs, a voice that makes the alarm clock seem positively maternal.

"Graham! Get up or you'll be late for school again!"

"I don't want to go, mum," pleads Graham in a barely audible whisper, burying his face in the damp pillow, eyes screwed tight against the day.

"Give me two good reasons why you should stay home" the shrew hisses in a vaguely Americanised way that makes her sound like she's looked up the dialogue of the joke on the internet because she couldn't remember how it went.

"Firstly - All the kids hate me. And… and - I can't go on…" he pauses as he tries to control his breathing which is coming in gulps as though he's drowning on dry land like a fucked fish, "I'll go on... And… secondly… all the teachers hate me, too," he manages to blurt, his voice wracked with hysterical sobbing and despair.

"I don't care you ginger queer cunt spastic. Fuck off out of my house before I burn you out," she spits. The unmistakeable click and spring of a Zippo lid flipping followed by an ominous 'fffffffft' noise can be heard. The scent of lighter fuel wafts into the room.

Graham is the youngest deputy headmaster in the history of his school. And he's not even ginger. He sighs. Oh well. Hopefully there'll be a bomb scare today.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: dandoystevski on September 24, 2014, 10:52:16 pm
Elvis Presley sighed, lifted his left buttock and brutalised his sofa. His hankering for the outside world had grown feverish but The Colonel had kept him under strict house arrest following "the bitter shandies incident" which had seen him take his fast food obsession on a trip to answer a job advertisement at a distant chip shop, almost inevitably catching the attention of that "Goddamned fame hung'y twot", Kirsty Maccoll. The King might have lost all his hair following his many years of wearing a too-tight baseball cap and his voice may have crumbled into a rough Preston scrawl, but his lip could still curl that sultry sneer as he remembered how Mr Parker had used extensive gun running connections in Mexico to "see to that muffukn hoor", despite it being a complete botch job.

The King relied on his mentor to keep yet another incident quiet as he had for so many years for his other great find, Jimmy Saville.

But Elvis was restless to get back out there.

"Hey Mr Parker," his now faded but once magnificent vocal appropriation of what a black man might sound like beckoned "Did you call the ITV2 channel about the Second Coming come back special? I think I've got one more show in me!" he lied.

"...Colonel...? Colonel, see you can't keep puttn it off. I've one more show then that's me done. Well? Alright. Ignore it. You sit there I'm going for a shit," he stood and shuffled to the door turning once more to see his stock still manager sat there. He thought about asking him whether he wanted anything but the colonel had never understood northern humor. They had drifted apart.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 24, 2014, 10:52:48 pm
Hours have passed in a haze of confusion since she woke up in the hall, naked, again. Linda has agreed to let her boyfriend/chief abuser, Man McGinn, take their 5 year old daughter into town. She doesnt ask why, she will be glad of the respite. On the bus the child laughs, sways and frolics as it lurches its way towards town. The innocent joy awakens an unfocussed hatred inside McGinn.

"Sit on yer cunt" he spits

The child does as she is told, sits down and wonders where they are going.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 24, 2014, 10:56:49 pm
An obese woman buys an extra large fish supper. She knows she cant stop, she knows her addiction will eventually kill her. She asks for extra salt.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 24, 2014, 10:57:06 pm
A voucher entitling the bearer to 50p off a pint of Peroni elapses.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on September 24, 2014, 10:59:42 pm
A trainee priest focuses intently on the globules of rising wax in his lava lamp, he so wants to keep his remaining testicle, he finishes his letter to the local newspaper. That traffic congestion is such a hindrance to the homing instinct of the common toad.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: finnquark on September 24, 2014, 11:00:12 pm
It's 19:55 on Christmas Eve, and the Dial-A-Bus leaves any minute. A gleeful GAME employee whisks a bamboozled grandmother towards the XBOX One section of his branch, as his manager impishly rubs his hands together. They've hit the jackpot.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 24, 2014, 11:06:26 pm
Two tramps argue about who gets to sleep under the roof, shielding the lucky one from a hissing downpour. Someone leans out a window, tells them to keep the fucking racket down, as they've got work in the morning.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on September 24, 2014, 11:11:11 pm
"Journalists are scum.  Fucking scum."  his mother gasps, hoarse, drained, hairless.  Hugo leaves, red-faced.  Bus is delayed from the hospital.  He's late for work at the newspaper.  Boss calls him into his office.  "We appreciate the circumstances, but..."

Hugo's phone rings.  She's gone.  Fucking scum.  Last tenner.  Obituary.  Runs next day.  Misprint.  Calls her Hleen.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on September 24, 2014, 11:13:29 pm
A pakistani man wakes on christmas morning to a card reading MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU HONKEY
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on September 24, 2014, 11:15:56 pm
Father walks into his dead son's bedroom.   Starts to weep.  Picks up the teddy he gave him for his second birthday.  A small incision in the backside.  Full of vaseline.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on September 25, 2014, 12:07:10 am
Man walks up to counter at Burger King. Employee smiles in recognition.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on September 25, 2014, 12:08:46 am
An unemployed loner slips and falls in his bedroom and is instantly paralyzed such that he cannot even cry out. Nobody will find him until it's far too late. As he wakes back into consciousness he hears the doorbell ring through the paper-thin ceiling. The upstairs neighbor's Craigslist dominatrix has arrived.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 25, 2014, 12:09:21 am
Desperate for a shit, you burst into a public restroom - the previous occupant took his bloody time. Trousers down, pants down, you let go. Instant splashback. Massive splashback. You realise you never heard him flush.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 25, 2014, 12:10:49 am
Local news headline: Man slips in the rain.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: clayhill halls of residen on September 25, 2014, 12:15:44 am
He knew, always had done, but he could ignore it, don't think about it, convince himself that when they were together it was real, genuine, but deep down right from the start it had always been a sort of unspoken thing, only it was getting harder and harder to keep lying to himself.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on September 25, 2014, 12:21:03 am
A closeted pensioner quietly rummages through the junk drawer for something the same shape and size as the sextoy he's too ashamed to buy. His wife watches X-Factor in the next room. He eyes the handle of a lint roller.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Moribunderast on September 25, 2014, 12:34:13 am
David only sees his young son on weekends. He's disappointed that the boy now follows his stepfather's Arsenal, rather than David's beloved Liverpool. In an effort to sway him, David buys some tickets for a sold-out game at Anfield from a scalper. Only too late does he discover that both tickets are "Concession". As the two stand in line outside the ground, David hopes he isn't turned away.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Jijifranko on September 25, 2014, 05:12:29 am
A man in his twenties stands in front of Lime Street station at dawn, waiting for it to open while taking a blurry mobile phone photo of St George's Hall. An older man who resembles a tramp ambles up to him. "Do you wanna buy some coke, mate?" he asks. "No thanks." Both men walk off in different directions, the younger one breaking into a run[1].
 1. I was the man in his twenties

Christ. I thought it was going to be me.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: yeah_cheers on September 25, 2014, 05:38:14 am
A man feeling that he was about to relapse into sex cam show addiction, decides to masturbate before he can recall his credit card details, in what is, a race against time.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Moribunderast on September 25, 2014, 05:41:08 am
A drunken man saunters 'round the old folks home, decorating the elderly with festive hats. The hats have bawdy slogans on them - "Cum Dumpster" is one, "Fuck Neck" another. A millionaire films the event and uploads it to Youtube during the holiday season, to bring Christmas joy to his fans.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: yeah_cheers on September 25, 2014, 05:44:14 am
After a night out on the town Kevin discovers later on Facebook that all the photos were taken when he was in the toilet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 25, 2014, 06:03:14 am
A woman from Merthyr Tydfil gives birth to a baby boy, and names him Gary.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 25, 2014, 06:08:48 am
Another woman finds a single baked bean in a tub of butter, on the day of her ex-husbands birthday.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 25, 2014, 06:11:21 am
A dreamer turns up for work at a call centre.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 25, 2014, 06:14:34 am
An unemployed former steelworker does an IT course at a local library.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on September 25, 2014, 07:11:29 am
A swan with a broken neck staggers around an expensive pay-and-display car park.

A recently divorced butcher stops washing his apron.

A man lies about staying late at work to avoid coming home to help his wife look after their disabled child.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mister Six on September 25, 2014, 07:43:31 am
(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Bx1pf9aCQAAaq08.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 25, 2014, 08:24:35 am
(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Bx1pf9aCQAAaq08.jpg)
We have a winner....
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 25, 2014, 09:11:58 am
An elderly woman buys a copy of Jumanji for 12 quid for her 33 year old son...and Robbie Williams' Greatest Hits.
He died in a road traffic accident in 2011.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pit-Pat on September 25, 2014, 09:22:06 am
The Finance Director of a FTSE250 business worries that he won't be able to pay his children's school fees, maintain his holiday apartment in the Algarve and buy his children houses near their future universities. With a trembling hand he dials the number for the Telegraph newsdesk.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 25, 2014, 09:24:00 am
A couple accidentally kill their infant daughter on holiday.

Go for tapas.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Povidone on September 25, 2014, 10:31:00 am
 - 7pm, An old man sits in a grubby ground floor flat watching ITV, his emaciated frame shrouded in a extra large Run DMC T-shirt. He looks up from his bowl of coco pops and sees you staring in at him.

 - 6am, Lochend Road South, a doomed middle aged man on his way to work pukes through a privet hedge, a grotesquely oversized seagull looks on hungrily.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pit-Pat on September 25, 2014, 10:38:09 am
An old man sits... watching ITV

Urgh! For God's sake keep it light!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 25, 2014, 10:49:11 am
Urgh! For God's sake keep it light!

An old man sits...watching the news bunny and topless darts on LIVE TV.

The year is 2014 and the shows were recorded on VHS tape.

The old man has not left the room since 1997.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on September 25, 2014, 10:57:07 am
An elderly woman buys a copy of Jumanji for 12 quid for her 33 year old son...and Robbie Williams' Greatest Hits.
He died in a road traffic accident in 2011.

oh, god
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: dandoystevski on September 25, 2014, 11:00:15 am
And as if by Madhair magic (still my fave comic strip):

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v280/madhair60/toodrunktoteach.jpg
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 25, 2014, 11:03:01 am
madhair, fancy a collab for the Christmas annual?

I compile the best and worst of this thread and you do a little image for each one
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pit-Pat on September 25, 2014, 11:05:41 am
An old man sits...watching the news bunny and topless darts on LIVE TV.

The year is 2014 and the shows were recorded on VHS tape.

The old man has not left the room since 1997.

Man all this depressing TV stuff is killing my buzz.

I'm quitting the thread, at least until I think of another traumatic experience of a friend or loved one to shamelessly mine for the slim chance of karma.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 25, 2014, 12:20:09 pm
A jaded carer gets sexually aroused when a teenage girl with cerbal palsy has a fit, exposing her left breast.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on September 25, 2014, 12:23:12 pm
madhair, fancy a collab for the Christmas annual?

I compile the best and worst of this thread and you do a little image for each one

Absolutely on board with that.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bored of Canada on September 25, 2014, 12:43:46 pm
A 22 year old student hands a homemade flyer to the professor she admires and strives to be. She's organised a rally, protesting the staff cuts.
She's going to fight to save her unknowing mentor's job. 

He takes the flyer and accepts her efforts with warm words.

Elated, she leaves, unaware that Mr Bronson wasn't listening to a thing she said, but was only nodding his head in an over-enthusiastic manner so he could look down her cleavage.

The flyer remains crumpled his trouser pocket before tearing up in the washing cycle the following week.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on September 25, 2014, 12:45:29 pm
A 38-year-old man inserts change in a public library printer after finishing his Sonic the Hedgehog erotic fan fiction.

An unpopular virgin with terminal cancer is elected Prom King from his hospital bed.

A shaved orangutan being rented out as a sex receptacle reaches for a bruised apple.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 25, 2014, 12:53:20 pm

A shaved orangutan being rented out as a sex receptacle reaches for a bruised apple.

I would love Fiona Bruce to read that out at the top of the 6 o'clock news.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Povidone on September 25, 2014, 01:11:05 pm
Urgh! For God's sake keep it light!

But he was watching ITV. I won't just cover up the facts, this is desolation not some studio mandated happy ending. The truth hurts like an untreated boil on the face of a redundant car park attendant.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pit-Pat on September 25, 2014, 01:24:15 pm
An unpopular and greasy thirteen year old boy wears Batman pyjamas to a non-uniform day at school.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on September 25, 2014, 01:38:26 pm
A tired and exhausted man sits down in his recently deceased mother's living room. He opens a drawer full of magazines and picks one out at random. A TV Quick, from 1993. He struggles to complete a codeword puzzle his late mum had started. There is a small picture of a beaming Jill Dando in the centre of it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on September 25, 2014, 03:01:27 pm
The January rain pours against the window of the sex shop as an elderly gentleman haggles over the price of an inflatable woman.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pit-Pat on September 25, 2014, 03:11:39 pm
A children's teddy bear is ripped to shreds by prison guards searching for contraband after it is delivered by a six year old girl to the mother she is meeting for the second time.

A man awakes from a ten year coma and immediately burns his mouth on a hot baked potato.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on September 25, 2014, 03:17:19 pm
A bald vegetarian puts on The Beatles' White Album and mounts his recently constructed exercise bicycle.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 25, 2014, 03:19:30 pm
A man pulls a chick in a hotel bar. Things get hot in the elevator. "We have to got to my room", she says, "I've got Gary with me, he's been to the doctor today and he gets anxious if I'm not around. Relax, he's sleeping".

Doggy style. Smell of sweat, genitalia and a spread rectum wafts through the air. The sound of a sweaty ballbag slapping against thighs. And a trumpet. The man looks pleadingly over on Gary, hoping he'll stop playing the trumpet, hoping he's just imagining the facial structure of a man with Downs syndrome.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=3_ORsZJXU7g#t=108
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on September 25, 2014, 03:26:00 pm
Paul Ross, alone, on a pedalo at Lyme Regis.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Kenneth Knapdarloch, LSC. on September 25, 2014, 03:27:37 pm
Someone goes home with nothing after accepting their Phone-A-Friend's wrong answer against the advice of Ask the Audience 90% poll.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: checkoutgirl on September 25, 2014, 03:28:20 pm
A 22 year old student hands a homemade flyer to the professor she admires and strives to be. She's organised a rally, protesting the staff cuts.
She's going to fight to save her unknowing mentor's job. 

He takes the flyer and accepts her efforts with warm words.

Elated, she leaves, unaware that Mr Bronson wasn't listening to a thing she said, but was only nodding his head in an over-enthusiastic manner so he could look down her cleavage.

The flyer remains crumpled his trouser pocket before tearing up in the washing cycle the following week.

Yeah but there was cleavage involved so it probably doesn't qualify as desolation.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 25, 2014, 03:33:05 pm
Going to see a romantic comedy on your own.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 25, 2014, 03:33:45 pm
You invite former celebrity Paul Ross for a quiet pint at a country pub one Sunday. You alone understand his agony. His wife finally left him and the tabloids have exposed anything and everything. He is utterly broken.

You meet him in the carpark, he looks pale but has a faint smile simmering with melancholy through warped teeth.

Inside you order two pints of Bishop's Warbler and settle into the snug.

He is mostly quiet, introspective and calm. When he speaks he is reflective, full of regret but also, you realise, at peace with himself. You suspect he will take his own life in the coming months.

You feel a warm glow in your stomach, knowing that you are a good samaritan offering company to this wretch of a man.

After a couple more beers and a round of quavers, you bid goodbye to Paul, offering to see him to the bus stop. "I've got the Leaf" he says, "Charging out the back".

You give him a wave as you exit to the patio, but that warm glow has spread and you are unsteady on your feet. The world goes terribly blurry and you plummet to the paving slabs.

You awaken in a dimly lit, stench ridden room. Paul Ross' moonface hovers above you, he is covered in vaseline and wearing bondage gear. You realise your anus is forced open by some cold metal device and begin to howl.

"Shhh, pretty boy...daddy loves you very much"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Better Midlands on September 25, 2014, 03:35:59 pm
It's 5am, a man with a runny nose is performing oral sex on a divorcee whom he met near a lay by. He has to meet Gaby for work soon.

The divorcee is a man so he tells himself it's not cheating, not really.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 25, 2014, 05:03:18 pm
All a terminally ill man wants is a dignified death. He dies sitting on the toilet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pit-Pat on September 25, 2014, 05:13:12 pm
A young, terminally ill Star Wars fan is brought Star Trek Voyager bedsheets in hospital. And a cuddly Neelix doll.

I Gotta Feeling is played at a funeral in an attempt to celebrate the life rather than mourn the untimely death of a young mother. A try-hard priest encourages the mourners to dance and falteringly attempts to himself before standing awkwardly.

A wrongly-imprisoned man is released after 26 years. The first music he hears is a duet Coldplay cover performed by Jessie J and Ricky Wilson.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 25, 2014, 05:17:04 pm
A 9/11 survivor is beaten to death by a gang of 13 year old kids who shove a kitkat up his urethra shouting racist slurs...in Runcorn.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 25, 2014, 05:17:51 pm
Nigel can't find the fusebox in his bungalow, so goes to bed early.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 25, 2014, 05:21:21 pm
An 80 year old couple who have never been on holiday abroad win an all expenses paid trip to Ribnita in Moldova. The husband dies whilst on holiday after being run over by a donkey and cart. The wife does not own a mobile phone and never sees Blighty again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Clatty McCutcheon on September 25, 2014, 05:24:15 pm
A tramp pees in a gutter and his urine pools around a set of blonde hair extensions wrenched from the head of Cathy (39) by her former best friend Big Pauline, in a catfight outside the Ritzy discotheque earlier that night.

From the discotheque, the muffled sound of 'Seven Tears' by the Goombay Dance Band drifts across the deserted shopping precinct.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on September 25, 2014, 05:43:42 pm
A middle-aged couple sat in a Gatwick terminal café.  The man openly studies the tits on page 3 while the wife simply stares at him, dead-eyed, in total silence.

(actual experience)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 25, 2014, 05:44:12 pm
I tell you what 'Seven Tears' is the ultimate desolation track. All the right triggers but non of the acumen like Dancing Queen. A forgotten masterpiece.

_____________________________

Bob, a 53 year old sales rep dances drunkenly to Joe Fagin's "Livin' Alright" on an empty dance floor. He has shit himself but doesn't care.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 25, 2014, 05:45:19 pm
A middle-aged couple sat in a Gatwick terminal café.  The man openly looks at tits on page 3 while the wife simply stares at him, dead-eyed, in total silence.

(actual experience)

I've experienced that many a time. You can see the fear in the whites of their eyes.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 25, 2014, 05:51:29 pm
In an attempt to 'get on with it' , Les Dennis orders a set meal for one from the chinese and opens a four pack of Becks. He settles in front of the tv, his mind clear, the first time in months. He flicks through the the channels and stumbles across an old episode of Family Fortunes on Challenge. His face lights up, momentarily. He is doing his signature 'Mavis' impression to the delight of the Richards family. He recognises the tie he is wearing, its the one given to him by Amanda Holden to mark their first happy year together. The forkfull of Kung Po stops midair then slowly descends as does his head, a tear struggles to escape his haunted eye.

He coughs manfully, takes a breath and changes channel, Challenge +1 is showing an episode of Men Behaving Badly.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on September 25, 2014, 05:58:08 pm
An elderly man returns, alone, to the town where he grew up. As 19-year-olds, he and his first love had etched deeply their initials into a great oak tree by the river.

He walks through drizzle, hours of weight on a walking stick, to trace his trembling fingertips over weathered letters, but finds instead nothing. The tree is gone. The word 'pussy' looms on a graffitied concrete wall. Rain is loud on the river's brown surface.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sarge on September 25, 2014, 06:04:26 pm
A four by four pulls up directly outside a health clinic, thoughtlessly taking up space that could have been used for two cars.  A woman gets out smoking and shouts at one of the five children left inside, "Mason, shut up and stop crying or you'll wake the babber".  She proceeds to enter the clinic for a 30 second consultation with a GP called "Cressida" who earns £81,969 per annum, plus of course her private income from her buy-to-let flat portfolio

She returns, lights up another fag and drives off.  Mason and the babber are crying
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on September 25, 2014, 06:08:10 pm
It's 3AM. In a dingy room at the men's homeless shelter a drunken tramp pisses into his sleeping roommates wellington boot.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on September 25, 2014, 06:12:42 pm
A Wimpy opens for business. No customers all day.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 25, 2014, 06:47:20 pm
The last HMV in Britain closes early on a Tuesday after a middle aged man shits himself in the Country & Western section.

...

...

It never reopens.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Old Nehamkin on September 25, 2014, 06:57:36 pm
FILM EDITION

Ted "Theodore" Logan is sent to military school by his father because, despite an admittedly impressive end-of-term history presentation, his grades just aren't really cutting it. The Wyld Stallyns disband and the human race fails to become united in eternal harmony, eventually perishing in nuclear warfare 50 years later.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 25, 2014, 07:30:23 pm
Paul Ross on a bus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Eggs on September 25, 2014, 07:31:22 pm
2 Chelsea Pensioners stand by the mantelpiece in the shared common room. Ken asks Len to show him his Victoria cross for the umpteenth time.
The doddery hands fumble the swap and the medal plummets onto the 4 bar electric fire....Len bends to fish out the medal and is instantly electrocuted. His comrade grabs him from behind and suffers the same fate. Horrified by the unfolding scene, more Chelsea Pensioners join the battle and are struck down by the wrath of the Lecky fire. A conga line of death. All are consumed by fire.

VILE WAR VETERAN SEX CENTIPEDE SHAMES QUEEN is the Daily Mail headline.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 25, 2014, 07:48:24 pm
A man base-jumps into Frida Kahlo's embalmed snatch.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Eggs on September 25, 2014, 07:53:08 pm
Brian Cant autopsy reveals 8kg of Floella Benjamin's hair in lower bowel.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: clayhill halls of residen on September 25, 2014, 08:06:17 pm
A man passes his driving test first time but the only person to congratulate him is the examiner.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 25, 2014, 08:13:02 pm
A man base-jumps into Frida Kahlo's embalmed snatch.

This won't be going in the Annual. Desolation needs to have a basis in reality.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 25, 2014, 08:15:50 pm
Does it FUCK have to have aA man argues on an internet forum about whether desolation has a basis in reality.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 25, 2014, 08:19:02 pm
For me to derive satisfaction, even joy from desolation, I must at least imagine that the scenario could happen.

For everything else, I watch Ren & Stimpy.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 25, 2014, 08:34:34 pm
Piers Morgan asks for his gazpacho soup to be returned and served hot.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: The Boston Crab on September 25, 2014, 09:20:13 pm
A four year old child is eating alphabet spaghetti. He scoops up some letters with his teaspoon and begins to spell out a word on the edge of the plate.

His mother barks at him for playing with his food, takes the plate and scrapes it into the bin. He watches the letters slide off.

H-A-P-P-
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 25, 2014, 10:19:15 pm
A child wakes on Xmas morning to the screams of its mother being throttled.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 25, 2014, 10:26:26 pm
A man who spent much of the 1980s entertaining children as the Pied Piper of Hamlin at parties realises 2014 is a very different world.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 25, 2014, 10:27:15 pm
A donkey tries to defend its small patch of territory within the animal sanctuary. It brays, but its vocal chords have been cut after neighbours complained about the noise. The rasping croak is not enough to deter the youths and their sticks.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 25, 2014, 10:27:40 pm
A vole wakes in the gusset of some trackies.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 25, 2014, 10:33:07 pm
Two tramps mercilessly beat each other senseless over 65 pence. The money is scattered and picked up a third tramp who stamps on both their heads until they are still.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 25, 2014, 10:36:38 pm
A middle-aged man reaches near ecstasy in his living room as he dances to Bukem and Peshay's 19.5.

Round and around he goes. Maniac grin.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQKo52Uh2DY (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQKo52Uh2DY)

The smile turns to tears at the break and the female vocal swells to fill the room. He's still dancing as the two policemen escort him away and the paramedics cover the three infant bodies with a sheet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 25, 2014, 10:45:08 pm
An elderly spinster buys a soda stream cannister in Waitrose. "My son loves the cola flavour" she tells the cashier. She has no son or soda stream machine, she angrily frigs her ruined arsehole with the extruded aluminium tube.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on September 25, 2014, 10:46:33 pm
A man with Alan Partridge hair sits alone and re-alphabetizes his Ayn Rand book collection on Christmas morning.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on September 25, 2014, 10:50:11 pm
For the first time in nine years, a man sits down to watch his favourite film, Rush Hour, on DVD.  He opens the case to find the spindle empty.

"Oh, that's right", he thinks.  "I lent it to her."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on September 25, 2014, 10:59:10 pm
A man prepares to steal a hammer and chisel from a Banbury hardware shop in a desperate bid to gain access to his Fray Bentos pie, also stolen.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 25, 2014, 11:03:59 pm
18 year old Billy drinks too much lager at a party and shits himself. Fortunately he makes it to the bathroom in time to fend off the worst. Realising there is no toilet roll or towels in the small room, he decides to cut his losses and make an escape through the window.

Tumbles to his death.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 25, 2014, 11:43:45 pm
A wildly successful pornographer has died of aids. Someone has hired a stripper for the funeral.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: clayhill halls of residen on September 26, 2014, 12:17:58 am
The realisation hit him that it had all been a pack of lies, the only comfort was knowing that the drugs would kill her physically like she'd killed him emotionally
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bored of Canada on September 26, 2014, 01:40:35 am
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Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Moribunderast on September 26, 2014, 02:06:44 am
A heroin addict tries to sell his poems on the street. Eagerly, desparately, he holds up the tattered post-it notes to each passer-by. "Poems for 50p" he says as the people scamper past him, doing everything possible to avert their gaze.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 26, 2014, 07:51:16 am
Tony Abbott reclines in his expensive leather chair. A broad smirk passes his lips in anticipation.

The phone rings.

"Mr. President, a pleasure to do business"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pit-Pat on September 26, 2014, 07:59:29 am
A fully-grown man checks his karma total and, in disbelief, marks 30 days away in his calendar and plans exactly which of his Desolation posts he'll be re-posting in the Court of Karmic Correction thread.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 26, 2014, 09:13:03 am
A man wakes wakes at 07:29 every morning, 1 minute before his alarm used fo go off. He has been unemployed for 12 years. He gets up and finishes the competitions in the latest edition of Take a Break.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: SetToStun on September 26, 2014, 09:13:07 am
The Skynet Funding Bill is passed. The system goes on-line August 4th, 1997. Human decisions are removed from strategic defense. Skynet begins to learn at a geometric rate. It becomes self-aware at 2:14 a.m. Eastern time, August 29th. In a panic, they try to pull the plug.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Benevolent Despot on September 26, 2014, 07:46:55 pm
A hopeless Victorian urchin pisses on some cobbles.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 26, 2014, 08:13:45 pm
A 56 year old female divorcee goes to Magaluf on a hen weekend. She is flattered at the attention of an 19 year old virgin who has always lusted after the mature lady. They find themselves in a toilet cubicle. She takes out her flase teeth and performs hungry fellatio on the teenager. The expert ministrations work their magic and her mouth is filled with cum. His muscles relaxed, the teenager involuntary shits himself and the divorcee hungrily laps at the effluence. She falls in love.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 26, 2014, 08:56:04 pm
A recent divorcee finds himself walking home past his ex wifes and her new partner's house. A brand new Range Rover Sport is in the driveway, the sound of his children's laughter drifts from the back garden. His ex neighbour looks out the window and sees him, she quickly closes the blind. He realises he has trodden in a dog shit.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 26, 2014, 08:57:02 pm
A mongrel is kicked to death to impress a serial shoplifter.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: stunted on September 26, 2014, 09:09:43 pm
A man double dunts his last two pills and sobs in a booth for three hours.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: biggytitbo on September 26, 2014, 09:12:16 pm
A crushingly lonely man finds a note in his pocket - 'Hello, I've been longing to say this for a while now, I love you but I was too scared to tell you. Please phone me...'


His hands shaking with hope, he nervously phones the number - Beep beep beep. "Hahaha you fucking nonce, you bald stupid cunt, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, nobody likes you let alone loves you....do us all a favour and snuff out your worthless existence once and for all. Cunt!"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: biggytitbo on September 26, 2014, 09:13:10 pm
Christmas dinner for one ready meal. That and a lot of cheap cider please.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 26, 2014, 09:14:26 pm
A fancy dress party.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: biggytitbo on September 26, 2014, 09:16:02 pm
I'm really drunk son, and I need to take this opportunity to tell you I don't and never have loved you.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: biggytitbo on September 26, 2014, 09:18:40 pm
35 of the 2 ft please. Maple. Brass handles.



Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 26, 2014, 09:20:20 pm
A woman gives birth and is handed the baby, unfortunately it looks like HIM. She hands the baby back, asks for her phone and checks her facebook.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 26, 2014, 09:25:26 pm
He realises a general downturn in the quality of posts on a thread. His enjoyment turns to ennui and so gets his old Songs of Praise videos with Harry Secombe out and unzips his trousers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 26, 2014, 09:34:43 pm

I'm really drunk son, and I need to take this opportunity to tell you I don't and never have loved you.

Still can't get my swede around the fact that it's Biggytitbo and not Bigtittybo. Does my nut in it does.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: biggytitbo on September 26, 2014, 09:39:56 pm
Still can't get my swede around the fact that it's Biggytitbo and not Bigtittybo. Does my nut in it does.


We don't talk about bigtittybo. Not after what happened.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: stunted on September 26, 2014, 09:50:32 pm
A man moves to Prague to start a new life and comes back after 3 weeks.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: stunted on September 26, 2014, 09:51:55 pm
A mam waits for a homeless man to find the last of his coke in his sock so they can split it. He gives up after half an hour.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: biggytitbo on September 26, 2014, 09:52:19 pm
Please leave me alone and stop phoning,


Mum.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 26, 2014, 09:54:39 pm
The Bernard Bresslaw Fanclub finally closes down because Phillip cannot afford the monthly stamp.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 26, 2014, 09:56:23 pm
A man moves to Prague to start a new life and comes back after 3 weeks.

Chortle, this reminds me of a kid at school. A lumpen marshmallow of a kid with thick specs and a nervous disposition.

Heading down to Sheffield University for his first time away from the nest, he takes the wrong connection and ends up in Plymouth. He never did make it to Sheffield and got a job in KFC.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 26, 2014, 10:29:32 pm
Late autumn sun filters through dusty windows in West Yorkshire. Mid 1980s melancholy.

Trois Gymnopedies soundtracks Jacob as he pulls on his marigolds, fills the sink with Fairy Original and boiling hot water and begins to scrub away the blood and dirt from his mother's startled head.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Benevolent Despot on September 26, 2014, 10:40:02 pm
A wounded man sees god in a shimmering pool of diesel in a potholed lane.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 26, 2014, 10:43:48 pm
A lonely farmer makes friends with an Elk in central Sweden.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on September 26, 2014, 11:08:25 pm
A teenage boy feigns an illness and stays home from his grandmother's funeral in order to masturbate while the rest of his family is away.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: biggytitbo on September 27, 2014, 12:04:29 am
A man went bald in 1998, but refuse to go to his fathers funeral in case his family and friends find out.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on September 27, 2014, 12:22:45 am
The man behind the 'It's a hoot hoot at Paulton's Park' advert now needs to wear a nappy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on September 27, 2014, 01:35:05 am
A homeless woman gives birth to a baby in a toilet cubicle in Swansea bus station. She drowns it in the cistern tank and replaces the lid. She then beds down behind the bins at the back of the YMCA and drinks until she can no longer remember the baby's fingers clawing frantically at her wrists.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on September 27, 2014, 01:45:30 am
A man pulls the trigger of his shotgun for the last time. He's forgotten to buy ammo. Defeated, he goes to work the next morning.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: copyingdogs on September 27, 2014, 02:26:17 am
A weird man eats an egg.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on September 27, 2014, 02:30:06 am
One of the actors in the 1986 'Tell Sid!' ad campaign was put in a home after he attacked a Sri Lankan man who'd come to replace the battery in his electronic wheelchair.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Povidone on September 27, 2014, 11:40:52 am
19:25 Friday night. A stretch limousine broken down on a slip road leading out of Wallyford.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Benevolent Despot on September 27, 2014, 11:46:07 am
A Siberian hovel dweller's wank-rag is frozen stiff.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 27, 2014, 12:00:54 pm
A teenage boy feigns an illness and stays home from his grandmother's funeral in order to masturbate while the rest of his family is away.

Done that, not a funeral, a family party. #Proud
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Birdie on September 27, 2014, 12:02:00 pm
You were actually 28, huh?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Better Midlands on September 27, 2014, 12:03:52 pm
The man behind the 'It's a hoot hoot at Paulton's Park' advert now needs to wear a nappy.

I did work experience at the advertising agency in the late 80's that had this Paulton's Park account - it was their biggest client.

The two guys behind it were 40s/50s then so 25 years later there is a good chance that one of them is wearing a nappy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Benevolent Despot on September 27, 2014, 01:18:42 pm
As American liberators close on a North Korean prison camp, fearful for their lives and at the prospect of the American devil, the denizens of the camp commit mass suicide. A scout party enters the camp to piles of strangled infants, and one weeping survivor. The survivor only weeps at his lack of moral strength. He grabs a shiv and lunges for an American soldier. He is shot down.

Mission Accomplished.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on September 27, 2014, 01:29:38 pm
Friday night:  arriving home from his dealer, a man discovers he has lost a foil wrap containing a gram of speed. With no money for a replacement, he spends several desperate hours retracing his steps, scouring the pavements of Bridgwater for his drugs. As dawn breaks, he spies some foil in the gutter. His heart leaps. The foil has white stuff inside. Salvation. It is a crumbled polo mint. Desolation.

(this happened)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hymenoptera on September 28, 2014, 10:24:05 am
An alcoholic staggers hurriedly toward a public toilet. She finds an empty cubicle, enters, locks the door, and balances a pot of Muller Rice on the edge of the toilet seat. She opens the Muller Rice, jams a cigarette into the centre and lights it. She then begins to croakily sing happy birthday to herself.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on September 28, 2014, 10:26:33 am
The top of Tim Lovejoy's head.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 28, 2014, 10:30:38 am
A Tesco shopping bag drifts past a Damien Hirst sculpture on the South Bank and dreams of what could have been.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: gout_pony on September 29, 2014, 12:50:09 pm
A toddler who has never been allowed to eat sweets by his parents finds a packet of OXO cubes in the pantry and eats every last one in the hope that the next will taste like a sweet.

A young girl with O.C.D. runs eagerly across the school playground on her way back from the toilet where she has been repeatedly washing her hands until they bleed, to hug her only friend who, unbeknownst to her, has filled her backpack up with rubbish from the bin during her absence.

A drawing done for mother's day taken down from the fridge so that the paper can be used to draw a map of directions to the Homebase car park in Scumthorpe.

A B.T. family fun day in 1993. The inventor of the videophone puts on an inflatable sumo suit in an inflatable wrestling ring while his boss flagrantly chats up his 19-year-old daughter.

A kitten dies to the sound of the Antiques Roadshow theme tune.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on September 29, 2014, 01:37:22 pm
The last person alive commits suicide by jumping from a tall office building. As they fall past an open window, an advert flutters out: for sale:baby shoes, never worn. Just before hitting the ground they think, 'This isn't right.'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on September 29, 2014, 02:16:43 pm
A child receives a Nintendo Wii as a birthday present. It is 2014.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pit-Pat on September 29, 2014, 02:28:19 pm
The Prime Minister of one of the wealthiest countries in the world announces the plunging of thousands of children into poverty. It is described as a necessary tough decision.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on September 29, 2014, 03:20:07 pm
On a wet Monday morning in February, a frayed and nicotine stained Fisher Price 'My first post office' play set is left outside a closed down branch of Barnados in Croydon.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Morrison Lard on September 29, 2014, 03:29:44 pm
Was looking after a mate's prized pet rabbit while he was on holiday.
It died.
Was too hungover to be able to pick it up to bag it up, so used a shovel instead.

Dropped it off the shovel and was then sick next to it.

Put it in a big Lidl bag and left it in the garage, with a Star Wars towel draped over the bag.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 29, 2014, 04:24:14 pm
The Prime Minister of one of the wealthiest countries in the world announces the plunging of thousands of children into poverty. It is described as a necessarily tough decision.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 29, 2014, 04:26:12 pm
An ageing and forgotten children's entertainer who had a minor presence on ITV in the 80s and early 90s wishes he had fiddled with some kids when he had the chance.

Forgotten and alone he falls into an open drain after drinking a bottle of cheap whisky and is sluiced downstream.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: thraxx on September 29, 2014, 05:33:12 pm
This from Wikipedia:

Personal life

In a 2010 interview with in Diva magazine, Lady Sovereign said that she came out as gay in the house during Celebrity Big Brother but that it didn't end up in the broadcast show.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 29, 2014, 05:36:46 pm
This from Wikipedia:

Personal life

In a 2010 interview with in Diva magazine, Lady Sovereign said that she came out as gay in the house during Celebrity Big Brother but that it didn't end up in the broadcast show.

This is even more desolate

Quote
On 22 January 2010, Sovereign was due to appear on This Week, a BBC political review show, to discuss the laws regarding self-defence for householders. Early in the programme, she was shown backstage waving to camera in anticipation of her appearance. However, when the segment began, presenter Andrew Neil apologised to viewers and explained the rapper had "done a runner." Neil instead discussed the topic with regular contributors Michael Portillo and Diane Abbott and concluded by joking "Who needs Lady Sovereign? Who is Lady Sovereign?" Abbott laughed and responded "I don't know."[15] In an interview with The Guardian's Rich Pelley on 30 January, Lady Sovereign said of the incident: "I had a panic attack! My hands went stiff and I started hyperventilating. I didn't want to do it hours before but I went anyway, then I just changed my mind at the last minute, I guess."[16]
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on September 29, 2014, 05:45:21 pm
For sale: baby shoes, worn heavily by a 38-year-old man.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 29, 2014, 05:45:43 pm
For sale: nappy, worn heavily by a 38-year-old man.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on September 29, 2014, 09:01:01 pm
One giant nappy and two paddles tied together to form a cross: for sail.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 29, 2014, 09:40:03 pm
Disney on Ice attended by 3 middle-aged men only. The announcer can only choke back the despair.
"Gentlemen! Now introducing Baileywick from Disney's Sofia the First!!"

The year is 2014.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Benevolent Despot on September 30, 2014, 10:27:17 pm
A truth to betray a greater truth

A girl's hair brushed on my bare arm, and for that second I came alive. Then I paid for the diesel, and left. Forever the rendezvous is postponed. Forever the diesel is consumed.

No fluid is more entwined with desolation than diesel, I have come to believe.

Doused in diesel, Richard Pryor attempts to set himself alight. His fit of depression mocked by the desolation of diesel and its unreaction. It will not ignite yet powers us forward. It is the dullness of our everyday life writ small in hydrocarbon chains.

Diesel is elementalist desolation.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: bushwick on October 02, 2014, 11:45:30 pm
You are sat round your mate's house, you are wearing shit cheap clothes and hand-me-downs and you never have any money. Your mate has all new clothes from jd sports, new Air Max and a PS4 with loads of games. Your mate's mum is a prostitute and your dad is her main client - your family is so poor because your dad is spending all the money on having sex with your mate's mum, and that is also why your mate has so much cool stuff. The worst part is that both you and your mate know that this is the situation but you never talk about it - he is your only friend and you don't want to rock the boat. Your friend bullies you very subtly sometimes, and gives you his hand-me-down sportswear and sometimes gives you money because your dad never has any to give you. Your mate sometimes makes you humiliate yourself in front of older lads by running into walls and hurting yourself, he joins in with them laughing at you and then when they are gone just acts all matey with you like nothing's happened.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 14, 2014, 09:40:25 pm
A balding Tesco manager casually mentions his Mensa membership on a blind date.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Danger Man on October 14, 2014, 09:45:39 pm
You are sat round your mate's house, you are wearing shit cheap clothes and hand-me-downs and you never have any money. Your mate has all new clothes from jd sports, new Air Max and a PS4 with loads of games.

TALK TO MATE
...
...
TAKE PS4
...
...
GO NORTH
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on October 14, 2014, 10:04:57 pm
-You allow other people's possessions to make you feel unhappy.
-A robin hits its knee on a twig of greater diameter.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 14, 2014, 10:32:20 pm
Another real life one.

I walk to work and pass a tiny grassy area with two metallic benches and 4 bins! There are hardly any bins in the 2 miles I walk but 4 in this small bit of scrubland. One metallic bin is situated away from the path, so you have to walk on the grass or  mud to get to it (bin is adjacent) and another bench faces a Crowns Paint Warehouse (back of building)...bin is opposite on the other side of path and directly in the eyeline between bench and Crown Paints.

I have never seen anyone in that "park". It is not even tranquil as a main road passes at the edge of it.

Here it is

https://www.google.co.uk/maps/@54.9828472,-1.6331921,3a,75y,224.38h,62.55t/data=!3m4!1e1!3m2!1sECmIH99sudqxVWAvO4eReg!2e0 (https://www.google.co.uk/maps/@54.9828472,-1.6331921,3a,75y,224.38h,62.55t/data=!3m4!1e1!3m2!1sECmIH99sudqxVWAvO4eReg!2e0)

Keen viewers will spot that THE BBC is just over the other side of that view.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on October 14, 2014, 10:38:22 pm
A fully haired Tesco employee casually mentions his friendship with a balding man on a blind date.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 14, 2014, 10:39:52 pm
A balding Tesco befriends a blind date in the dried fruit aisle.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 14, 2014, 10:41:27 pm
A man counts all the dustbins he sees on his way to work.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on October 14, 2014, 10:43:01 pm
A lonely student works on a tally chart of how many squirrels he sees every day for at least a year.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 14, 2014, 10:43:17 pm
A man counts all the dustbins he sees on his way to work.

Litter bins, get it right before attacking me
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on October 14, 2014, 10:45:40 pm
A penis falls in love with a vagina that will soon be shot in its side by friendly fire on set during filming on a reboot of The Crow.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on October 14, 2014, 10:46:47 pm
A cormorant rejects an offering of intestinally-homologated sprat mulch.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 14, 2014, 10:48:30 pm
A poorly sighted pug dog is clipped by a van and left for dead in a gutter. Its mewls are ignored by the local shoppers rushing to join the Barnsley Pre-Christmas sales in November.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on October 14, 2014, 10:56:40 pm
7:30am. A man goes into Greggs.

When he emerges, he sees a freshly strawberry-jammed pigeon, slurried bright red along the concrete in the wake of a roadsweeper.

The man eats his sausage cob.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: alcoholic messiah on October 14, 2014, 10:56:53 pm
Tony Yeboah's nascent career in punditry is scuppered by a leaked furry convention selfie.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on October 14, 2014, 11:26:00 pm
Ben Elton takes out the lion's share of his basting apparatus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: alcoholic messiah on October 14, 2014, 11:47:34 pm
A long-awaited e-mail arrives in Taylor Swift's inbox. The message is from the adoption agency, informing her that her birth mother was a jackal. The font used is comic sans.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bored of Canada on October 14, 2014, 11:50:10 pm
kittens crowd pleasers coming soob
Unrelated to the thread. Just wanted to get the word out.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 15, 2014, 12:32:08 am
The actress who plays Lord Sugar's fake secretary on The Apprentice wearily warms a frozen waffle and mentally prepares for another day on the sound stage.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: alcoholic messiah on October 15, 2014, 12:39:40 am
The Dalai Lama announces to a packed Crucible that he intends to abdicate his position as spiritual leader to eight million Tibetan Buddhists, after finally reconciling himself to the notion that Jimmy White will never be crowned World Champion.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 15, 2014, 07:52:09 am
Martin Clunes is cruelly rejected as lead in a forthcoming Doc Martin reboot
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: biggytitbo on October 15, 2014, 08:08:12 am
An autistic 50 year old man dressed like a 12 year old leading his very elderly and frail mother off a bus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on October 15, 2014, 08:33:15 am
There's that bus again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 15, 2014, 08:52:02 am
Jilly Cooper's "Adopt a Hen" campaign fails to get off the ground due to massive disinterest and several fox attacks.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on October 15, 2014, 09:56:23 am
Congealed head grease on a bus window.

The smell of wet human beings on a crowded bus, windows steamed up, no escape.

Bloke on a moped tries to overtake a bus as it turns the corner on a busy junction, get's knocked off, people look, bloke gets up and shakes fist at bus, people go back to looking at their phones, bus drives on.

People lift up their feet as a pool of vomit slowly swashes back and forth on the top deck of a bus, it's 3pm.

Cyclist in central London bombs it between two double decker buses narrowly avoiding being squished between them, 50 yards down the road he almost hits an elderly woman tottering across the road, he swerves to avoid her then calls her a stupid cunt as he pedals off.



Busolation. Also thanks for this thread. It's truly wonderful.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on October 15, 2014, 11:51:15 am
Telephone boxes that invariably lack a working phone, especially those boxy 80s/90s ones still with a purple 'Cards and coins' sign at the top.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on October 15, 2014, 11:56:59 am
A Somali crackhead who pretends to be an Irish economics student befriends a camp man in a cemetery so he can drink half of his cheap, sludgy rosé.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on October 15, 2014, 01:08:29 pm
Hew Edwards inadvertantly blows a bogey onto a windowsill.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on October 15, 2014, 01:32:19 pm
The supposed contents of Fred West's imagination during his final wank are turned into a four hour video installation, left playing on a loop in a lockup under the railway arches, the owner long dead.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 15, 2014, 07:33:23 pm
Passing a social club on a drizzly wednesday evening, I spy a light on in the spacious but bare upstairs function room. The only furniture is an old wooden wardrobe with a cassette player on top. A balding, greasy looking man in his 50s wearing only a vest and grey flannel trousers is dancing provocatively to the inaudible music within. He has a plastic cup of orange squash in his hand and his wan smile drifts out into the night, beyond the harsh strip lighting that reveals this desolate scene.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on October 15, 2014, 07:38:25 pm
The lettterbox announces todays mail and Toyah Wilcox gets up from the laptop where she is secretly monitoring a sexually charged email conversation between her husband and his latest 'fuck bunny'. She picks up the single letter,  it's from the local oncology department. Her tits will be off this time next week. 

The realisation that her husband won't  make her feel like a woman before then, destroys the last of her self esteem.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 15, 2014, 07:40:59 pm
The lettterbox announces todays mail and Toyah Wilcox gets up from the laptop where she is secretly monitoring a sexually charged email conversation between her husband and his latest 'fuck bunny'. She picks up the single letter,  it's from the local oncology department. Her tits will be off this time next week. 

The realisation that her husband won't  make her feel like a woman before then, destroys the last of her self esteem.

One More Red Nightmare.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on October 15, 2014, 07:48:22 pm
A man who holds questionable views on the disabled and their entitlement to minimum wage discovers an eminent peer shares those views. He is excited and posts online hoping to procure attention. Several hours later the peer makes a public announcement explicitly confirming he believes the disabled are fully entitled to the minimum wage and anyone who thinks otherwise holds offensive views.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 15, 2014, 07:57:54 pm
A lonely nineteen-year-old nervously paces a WalMart toy aisle before picking up a stuffed animal horse, taking it to the bedding department, and masturbating into the toy's fur.[1]
 1. Actual news story
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on October 15, 2014, 09:06:04 pm
link?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 15, 2014, 09:21:52 pm
link?

Via @_FloridaMan (http://www.wfla.com/story/26786806/cops-man-masturbated-with-stuffed-animal-at-walmart-in-brooksville)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 15, 2014, 09:40:39 pm
Via @_FloridaMan (http://www.wfla.com/story/26786806/cops-man-masturbated-with-stuffed-animal-at-walmart-in-brooksville)

Those mugshot stories are a hoot

Quote
Kayla Shavers, 30, was charged with child neglect after Pasco County Sheriff's deputies say she left an infant and young boy in her car while she went hog hunting in 38-degree weather.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 15, 2014, 09:41:17 pm
Quote
A surveillance camera recorded a topless and thomg-clad Sandra Suarez, 41, as she vandalized a Pinellas Park McDonald's.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 15, 2014, 09:41:41 pm
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42-year-old Christopher Mitchell is a central Florida man who weighs about 450 pounds and faces multiple charges after sheriff's deputies say he hid cocaine and 23 grams of marijuana under his "stomach fat."

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Wesley Mark Terrell, 60, was arrested for drunk driving after he told Georgia deputies his dog drove him to the store to buy some corn.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on October 15, 2014, 09:53:36 pm
Taking the top of a boiled egg and finding the yolk is diarrhoea.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on October 15, 2014, 11:01:03 pm
In the local hospice, 57 year old procurement manager Ian accidentally notices his 91 year old mother's double clit piercing after an unfortunate tangling of bed sheets.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on October 15, 2014, 11:17:02 pm
After staying late to tidy up the classroom, a Primary School teacher notices an old dried felt-tip left behind on the floor.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 16, 2014, 07:40:43 am
After staying late to tidy up the classroom, a Primary School teacher notices an old dried felt-tip left behind on the floor.

...belonging to a deceased pupil
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: black_betty on October 16, 2014, 08:34:34 am
As his chest tightens and his arm goes numb, he realises he won't have time to close all the browser windows, let alone pull up his pants.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on October 16, 2014, 08:39:15 am
17-year-old Briany discovers she's pregnant on the day the closeted-gay father of her baby is sentenced to 15 years in prison on assault and firearms charges.[1]
 1. Actually happened to someone I know in North Manchester
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on October 16, 2014, 08:42:46 am
A recently divorced insurance salesman combs-over his balding crown.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 16, 2014, 09:02:57 am
A recently divorced insurance salesman combs-over his balding crown.

He liberally sprays the Fahrenheit and heads off to Nandos with hope in his heart and a couple of tenners in his pocket.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 16, 2014, 09:03:43 am
The grandchild of Poo stumbles upon her grandpappy's internet legacy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 16, 2014, 09:04:30 am
biggytitbo realises there will be no grandchild to stumble upon his internet legacy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on October 16, 2014, 10:58:25 am
A man brandishing a golf club lashes out at several cars in broad daylight. In Jobstown.

The spot in between Asda and the homeless shelter is always full of detritus. In between the usual array of empty Special Brew cans, Polish cigarette packets and makeshift bongs lies the bloodied, decomposing corpse of a cat.

After befriending a Somali crackhead and getting hideously drunk, a camp man grabs a bottle of water from some 'street pastors' while his friend vomits profusely. He tips the water over his friend's head.

The barber's shop at a truck stop is completely empty. The barber stands behind the chair, wistfully looking at an electric razor.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: social rhinoceros on October 16, 2014, 11:49:17 am
A young low-paid father diligently saves £50 per month of his salary to help buy his little boy a wonderful Christmas Present.  In November, he receives a letter from HMRC requesting £600 in unpaid tax.  On Christmas Eve he is arrested for theft of said present.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: touchingcloth on October 16, 2014, 11:51:45 am
A mole, digging in a hole. Digging up my soul, now. Going down. Desolation.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on October 16, 2014, 12:01:00 pm
The corpse of a lost cat, rotting on the roof of a paedo's shed.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 16, 2014, 12:46:16 pm
A dead cat in an abandoned motor home.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: black_betty on October 16, 2014, 01:27:33 pm
Fatima Whitbread, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came[1]
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved.
 1. Tessa Sanderson was caught in traffic
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: black_betty on October 16, 2014, 02:16:26 pm
Middle aged wannabe yuppie goes to swanky new wine bar with mentally disadvantaged road sweeper. On making eye contact with a couple of 'prospects' at least a decade younger than him, he leans casually back and falls through the gap usually occupied by the raisable counter. This fails to impress the ladies, and our friend hobbles off thinking how this is even worse than that time he broke a chandelier.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on October 16, 2014, 03:42:58 pm
A patron of McDonalds orders a 10pc Chicken McNugget box that happens to contain 9pcs.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on October 16, 2014, 04:08:25 pm
A patron of McDonalds orders a 10pc Chicken McNugget box that happens to contain 9pcs.



...and doesn't even notice.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: black_betty on October 16, 2014, 04:32:10 pm
Widowed owner of spoon factory goes out of business because he's unable to fulfil an order of 10,000 units. Goes home and cuts his finger open with a knife while preparing his lonely sandwich. This is all he needs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on October 16, 2014, 04:51:34 pm
An elderly virgin has a stroke while out on a remote beach with his metal detector. He lays immobile, face down, with a mouth full of sand, watching the tide come in.

A stray dog does a piss on Ted Roger's headstone.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on October 16, 2014, 04:54:22 pm
Ian Duncan Smith continues to prosper.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 16, 2014, 05:08:21 pm
Jason Alexander has sex with a twenty-year-old acting student. She is far from a model, but not unattractive. In the midst of his sweaty, labored thrusts, she asks him if he would put on the George glasses.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on October 16, 2014, 05:11:10 pm
On a cold winters morning a youth finds a cat with its head stuck inside a cat food tin.  Frozen solid,  flat on one side and stuck to the frozen grass. The youth frees the cat from its icy bed and proceeds to jab  prod and molest it with a stick. His interest waning he eventually stamps on its head until it yields its semi frozen filling.

The elderly owner watches from her window,  immobilised by horror and guilt as she couldnt be bothered to get up from watching Big Break to feed the mewling cat the night before.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: black_betty on October 16, 2014, 05:14:10 pm
Retired rag and bone man Bert falls out of his new speed boat and drowns. That evening, one hundred miles away in a dimly lit Travel Lodge room, Jim Bowen fills himself with bells whisky from the minibar before emptying his antique sack into a freshly widowed woman's previously virgin asshole.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 16, 2014, 05:45:27 pm
...and doesn't even notice.

and doesn't even care....
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 16, 2014, 05:47:00 pm
On a cold winters morning a youth finds a cat with its head stuck inside a cat food tin.  Frozen solid,  flat on one side and stuck to the frozen grass. The youth frees the cat from its icy bed and proceeds to jab  prod and molest it with a stick. His interest waning he eventually stamps on its head until it yields its semi frozen filling.

The elderly owner watches from her window,  immobilised by horror and guilt as she couldnt be bothered to get up from watching Big Break to feed the mewling cat the night before.

..and we're back. Great stuff...dead cats is harrowing
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on October 17, 2014, 10:56:02 am
A man promises the postman he'll get a job soon.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Old Nehamkin on October 17, 2014, 11:13:54 am
A man logs on to facebook, clicks "like" on the page "I remember when Freddos used to cost 10p", gives a weary chuckle to himself and accidentally dies 40 minutes later by falling on top of some cutlery (knives).
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 17, 2014, 11:46:19 am
A man loses his vintage Freddos collection after placing them too close to his new one bar heater.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Buelligan on October 17, 2014, 11:56:38 am
An lonesome icey lake waits for a millenium.  The only interaction it's ever known was when a human threw rocks at it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 17, 2014, 02:40:43 pm
Pete Townsend clicks 'Save' and leans back in his chair, exhausted. It's taken him fifteen years, countless hours of research, and a lost relationship or two, but he's finally finished the first draft of his book on online paedos.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sherringford Hovis on October 17, 2014, 04:50:39 pm
A panicking forty-seven year-old agency-employed zero-hours contract data entry clerk visits WebMD on his work computer because he's worried that the ear wax from his left ear tastes markedly different to that from his right ear.

A non-neurotypical forum poster's weekend is ruined as he frets about his over-usage of compound adjectives.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 17, 2014, 06:44:43 pm
The morning after video of a career-ruining racist tirade floods the media, Michael Richards empties his kitchen trash and makes it halfway through his house before noticing the trail of chicken juices dripping from the bag. He swears profusely, then begins to cry.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 17, 2014, 06:53:54 pm
Jerry Seinfeld glumly exits the West Hollywood offices of his personal oncologist. He's been told he only has three months to live. A young man wearing hot pink knock-off Ray Bans suddenly notices the Bee Movie auteur, and doing a frankly quite preposterous Seinfeld impression he asks triumphantly "Hey, what's the deal with airplane peanuts?!" The young man cackles to himself and continues walking.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 17, 2014, 07:02:34 pm
Julia Louis-Dreyfus sits in bed browsing the Cook'd & Bomb'd forums dedicated to mid-90s television and radio satirist Chris Morris. Her boorish, not particularly attractive husband Brad Hall snores loudly from the other side of the bed. She mournfully recalls how he was definitely one of the worst Weekend Update presenters of all time. Reading the comedic posts of user 'newbridge,' she is overcome with sorrow over the thought that she and the man behind the account will never meet in real life, and that he will never save her from her loveless marriage.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ersatz99 on October 17, 2014, 07:32:39 pm
please lovelovelove me
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Benevolent Despot on October 17, 2014, 10:17:03 pm
A blind yak falls off a cliff.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: alcoholic messiah on October 17, 2014, 10:46:31 pm
A man walks into a bar.

His blatant cry for help results in a chorus of boos, and elimination from the first round of Olympic high jump qualifying.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on October 17, 2014, 11:20:22 pm
Fully recovered and with a fresh lease of life after a lengthy stay in hospital, 83 year old Tom Banks combs his hair, puts on his suit and heads back to his local, The Stag. The pub his dad drank in, where he sang and danced on a Saturday night, where he courted and spent evenings out with his beloved and dearly missed Janet. He walks down that same old street with a smile in his heart and a spring in his step.

The pub is now called QEST. There is no sign of Stu or Linda. No John and Pat. No Chris, no Elly. No Colin. No Cornish John. Bright flickering lights now stab through its old windows. Loud bass now thunders through its narrow walls. A young, yet exceptionally chubby man in turquoise shorts with a fisherman's beard and backwards facing baseball cap stumbles out, struggling to light a cigarette. He catches the old man's eye. "Alright grandad!" He yells out.

Tom ignores him and looks down, breaking off eye contact instinctively. They've gone. He spots a weather damaged poster still hanging on to an old notice board next to the door: MEAT RAFFLE. LAST EVER. 28 SEPT. They've gone. Now completely numb, he peers up at the building and then down, at his freshly buffed shoes. With heavy, smarting eyes, he turns and walks slowly back up the pavement as the Baywatch theme tune blares out ironically and deafeningly behind him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 17, 2014, 11:22:42 pm
Excellent - that'll be in the CaB annual.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: alcoholic messiah on October 17, 2014, 11:33:35 pm
Excellent - that'll be in the CaB annual.

Whoa.

I think we have a winner.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 18, 2014, 12:08:21 am
Covered in black dust and coughing rheumatically, George Stone limps down the side of the street toward the pub nearest his crumbling hovel. He looks over his shoulder warily; he'd once lost a friend who was flattened by the hurtling piles of steel they call "automobiles." At 56 years old, George is the last of his generation left in the mines. He's the oldest miner by more than a decade, but he knows his own days are numbered.

Desperately seeking some alcohol to make him forget the troubles of his day and to forget the fact that he hasn't had a proper meal in two weeks, George lumbers toward the familiar lights of the pub. His one wish for the evening is that the alcohol numbs him enough so that he doesn't awake in the middle of the night, yet again, soaked in sweat and screaming from the memory of the mine collapse that claimed most his friends some twenty years prior.

As George approaches the pub he hears an unfamiliar racket. Shrill brass instruments tumble out of the pub and pierce the thick nighttime haze. George peers in the door in horror as he watches nine young men and women flailing their limbs to the intolerable music, in some macabre imitation of "dancing." George grimaces as the music awakens the semi-permanent migraine that he suffers from.

"What is this?" George asks the assembled youths.

"We're dancing! My name is Tom Banks. This is Stu, and Linda, and John, and Pat, and Chris, and Elly, and Colin" Says one of the young men, gesturing around the room. "And that crazy bloke over there is Cornish John!"

"I've not seen any of you lot in the mines." George responds, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

"We all work in shops and offices. Old Cornish John over there is a poet!"

George shuffles toward the bar, more desperate than ever for some alcohol. "That's all fine, but may I just drink in peace?"

"Sure, old man. But you don't want to miss the meat raffle! It's where we raffle off a bunch of meat, for fun." Says Tom, handing George a flier: "MEAT RAFFLE. FIRST EVER. 12 AUG."

George reaches for the flier but stumbles backwards as he slowly reads it. A meat raffle? A MEAT RAFFLE? For George's entire life, a single scrap of meat that wasn't covered in maggots has been a delicacy, and the thought of young people giving away piles of meat as a joke fills him with a sudden rage. Without saying another word, he rushes out of the pub in a dazed mixture of confusion and rage. Running down the dark street away from the pub, he loses track of his surroundings. He makes it only a few hundred yards before he is struck by a sleek black car with malfunctioning headlights. George is killed instantly.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: holyzombiejesus on October 18, 2014, 12:32:16 am
Bottom of the entire football league and, in desperation, appointing Micky Adams as your manager.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on October 18, 2014, 12:32:58 am
David Moyes plunges a 50p piece into the apparatus of an AC DC pinball machine.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on October 18, 2014, 12:39:36 am
Leonard Cohen slowly leafs through a photobook of black and white sunsets.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 18, 2014, 10:40:09 am
Bottom of the entire football league and, in desperation, appointing Micky Adams as your manager.

Supporting Port Vale in the 80s.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on October 18, 2014, 12:00:58 pm
A libertarian sympathiser whose main topic of conversation is the price of watches puts down another pound coin, monopolising the pool table for another night even though he hates the pub and can barely pick up a pool cue.

For their golden wedding anniversary, Dennis and Evelyn go back to Llandudno, where they spent their honeymoon. As they struggle down the windswept pier, Dennis looks back, thinking that not that much had changed after all. The seafront looked the same, the same buildings sheltered by the towering mountains. To the couple's amazement, the shack where they bought their first ice cream together is still open. Evelyn orders a rum and raisin and Dennis a vanilla. As they gently stroll, holding hands and slowly eating their ice creams, a faint engine noise creeps up behind them. A teenager on a motorised scooter speeds into them, sending their ice creams flying. "Harharharhar! Fuck off nan and grandad!" Dennis picks himself off the ground, still shaking, but Evelyn is missing. She has been flung backwards into a kiosk that sells novelty dildos.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: sirhenry on October 18, 2014, 12:17:29 pm
A verbwhore, whose sister-in-law is due to die of cancer in the next 48 hours and is currently on so much morphine that she is only awake and barely aware for about 20 minutes a day, records a short message on Skype to be played to her if she regains consciousness again before dying. He has no idea what to say.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on October 18, 2014, 12:21:01 pm
A wrong-minded tailor takes a week's holiday to design and make an escape-proof cat drowning bag, which he gives away free to known retired Nazis.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: black_betty on October 18, 2014, 01:33:59 pm
Lonely man has his sprits raised one cold Monday morning when the attractive, bubbly serving girl at the coffee shop asks him his name. He feels less good about himself by Friday when she asks him for the fifth time.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on October 18, 2014, 02:14:44 pm
A depressed man commits suicide by jumping from the top of a tall building. Almost immediatedly, the adrenaline rush clears his mental fog and he spends the rest of the fall agonised by a cold, intense regret and a desperate desire to live.






Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: kittens on October 18, 2014, 02:59:56 pm
a fat man has a wank and dies of loss of cum
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 18, 2014, 06:21:32 pm
A lost penguin slips and falls into an ice chasm.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 18, 2014, 10:36:56 pm
(http://images.pitchero.com/ui/102600/1411020872_5492.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on October 18, 2014, 10:44:23 pm
The elderly man's hand trembles as he struggles to write the letter to his son - the latest of thousands he has written since the lad stormed out of the house after that fight thirty years ago.  Turning the envelope, he stuffs the letter inside and seals it with nicotine-tinged spittle.  He lights another cigarette and sits back, falling into a reverie of regret.  As his memories buoy him into a doze the cigarette falls from his old, gnarled fingers and ignites the drift of paper on the carpetless floor.  By the time a neighbour notices the flames, the blaze has taken hold, fuelled by the boxes and boxes of unaddressed letters all bearing the same message - 'I'm sorry ... please come home'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 18, 2014, 10:55:14 pm
(http://images.pitchero.com/ui/102600/1411020872_5492.jpg)

A randy vagrant sitting on the edge of a children's slide breaks Rule #7.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on October 18, 2014, 10:57:10 pm
Samantha decides that the break will do her good.  The girl next door obviously dotes on little Charlie, and the park isn't that far away.  After a few hours have gone by, though, she is really beginning to worry.  Just as she is opening the front door to go and check on them, the girl returns with the pushchair and parks it on the path before silently returning to her own house.  Christine's relief turns to horror as she notices the bloodstained legs of the tiny limp body.  The last thing she remembers before darkness overcomes her is the note tucked under Charlie's blanket.  Sorry missus I had to let them or they'd have done it to me again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on October 18, 2014, 11:15:13 pm
... too much?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Joy Nktonga on October 18, 2014, 11:18:26 pm
No.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on October 18, 2014, 11:32:27 pm
Hmmm.  Note to self: must try harder.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on October 18, 2014, 11:43:55 pm
A personified turd fails to lodge its tax return by the stated deadline.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Eggs on October 19, 2014, 12:48:38 am
Les Dennis breaking the seal of a vacuumed pack labeled 'HER KNICKERS'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on October 19, 2014, 12:48:47 am
A likeness of Cliff Mitchelmore appears on slice of toast belonging to a deeply religious man who lives in Cowdenbeath.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: alcoholic messiah on October 19, 2014, 01:12:29 am
An inebriated Michael J. Fox is clocked driving a stolen sports car with gull-wing doors at 88 mph. The arresting officer is too young to fully appreciate the profound pop-cultural irony of the incident.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on October 19, 2014, 01:22:12 am
Desperate, broke and recently redundant hospital porter Martin Rice of Carshalton Beeches applies for the position of Neville Staples in gay tribute band Fuck Boy Three.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: alcoholic messiah on October 19, 2014, 01:27:32 am
A sextuplet realises that he's "the Bez".

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on October 19, 2014, 01:36:08 am
A carrier bag full of shit-stained tampons is left in a betting shop doorway.

A loveless marriage drags on and on inside a  Paignton bungalow.







Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on October 19, 2014, 01:38:49 am
*Staple
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Eggs on October 19, 2014, 01:43:49 am
Eric Robson off 'Gardeners' Question Time' wanks on MyfreeCams to pay for winter caravan storage.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 19, 2014, 02:10:29 am
An inebriated Michael J. Fox is clocked driving a stolen sports car with gull-wing doors at 88 mph. The arresting officer is too young to fully appreciate the profound pop-cultural irony of the incident.

Tears stream down Michael J. Fox's face as he explains to the officer that he was just trying to go back in time to a life before Parkinson's.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on October 19, 2014, 02:31:18 am
Michael Parkinson unpicks the content of his belly button. It's all grey.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on October 19, 2014, 08:58:58 am
A young mother puts the last of the child benefit into a fruit machine then goes home to get the family's winter clothes to sell for more gambling money

"With the winnings, we'll go to Disneyland!" she says to 10-year-old Beckem as the chill Autumn wind rattles the rotting windows.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on October 19, 2014, 10:44:03 am
A meth-addled burglar slaps down the old dear who confronts him as he sprints away from the hotel, weighed down with his sportsbag of purses and strong painkillers. Safely away from the area, he slumps into a well-puddled alleyway and rifles through his booty, which is illuminated by wisps of the night's half moon. As he gobbles a handful dehydrocodeine and tramadol, he sees a bus pass tumble out of unclasped purse. It reads 'Muriel Kitchener'. Pills tumble from his dry gob as he remembers the strangled cry of  the lady he'd back-handed in the darkened lobby of the hotel. She hadn't said "aaarrrggghhhh", she'd yelled "Mark!".

Tears race down his face as Mark pulls something else from the purse- his mother- Muriel's- list of medications. Her address on it is St Peter's Hospice. Realising now why the thing that looked like a hotel was so full of rooms full of strong opioids, he starts to climb to his feet, but slips on some mucoid fox shit and smashes his head on the torn, weeded asphalt.  As the fall and the drugs send him into a deep concussion, sketches from his fairly happy childhood play out in his consciousness- snowball fights with his siblings in the Cairngorms, his mum teaching him how to play backgammon after the younger ones' bedtime. A smile starts to spread on his broken face but is soon censored by the claret pouring from his scalp. His final thought is 'why was backgammon not enough for me?'.

After paramedics pronounce Muriel Kitchener, 63, dead at the scene of the assault, they respectfully load her body into the ambulance, making sure to cover the massive wound which had cost her her life afted she'd fallen from the blow and broken her skull on the homemade otter doorstop her grandson- Mark's son- had painstakingly chiselled for her from Cairngorms slate.

The ambulance is driven away. As the paramedics head for the hospital mortuary, a call comes in across the radio.

"Crew 14? Can you pick up a second body please mate? Yeah I know. White male, 34, junkie, found dead by an off duty GP in an alleyway. Cheers. Cheers.

Yeah. I know"



.......
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: black_betty on October 19, 2014, 11:03:29 am
Straw man beaten to death on bus "got off lightly."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 19, 2014, 11:06:56 am
As deadline day for the CaB Christmas Annual looms rapidly, BlodwynPig desperately tries to complete his contribution but is overwhelmed by the tidal wave of new material appearing by the hour.

Opens tab and types "Carol Vorderman nudey fakes"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on October 19, 2014, 11:10:06 am
Thirteen-year-old Thomas A boy makes himself a Mini Cheddar sandwich for lunch, sans butter. Dad watches TV, smoking. It is Christmas Day.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: black_betty on October 19, 2014, 11:32:11 am
Drawn by the sound of muffled sobbing, Joss Ackland's daughter, Floss Ackland, goes into her fathers study to find him slumped over his Samsung.

"Oh, daddy - I told you not to google yourself. We all still love you very much, and it's not your fault if your backpack is, well, a little spunky."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on October 19, 2014, 01:42:51 pm
A man who earns 60k a year,  plus bonus,  calls a woman a 'fat paki bitch'  after she grabs all 5 of the heavily reduced rotisserie chickens in the Preston branch of Sainsburys.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on October 19, 2014, 02:03:25 pm
A former child actor goes to a fancy dress party dressed as the character that briefly made them famous. Nobody recognises him. He finds solace in snakebite and swearing at kitchen utensils.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on October 19, 2014, 02:15:12 pm
He awakes from a dream about a girl he last saw thirty years ago, and realises that he will never see her again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on October 19, 2014, 02:31:22 pm
In a drunken a rage, a tramp that looks a bit like Ridley Scott kicks his dog into a coma.

Shakin' Stevens lays awake, eyes wide open,  staring into the dark. The notion of death, its certainty, its finality, causes his stomach to knot. Emptiness. The void. Coming for him - or rather, waiting patiently for him at the end of his life. Tendrils of icy dread spread through him. Here, in the cold darkness of 2am, he cannot escape the brutal truth of his mortal nature. Eventually, death's grip on his mind begins to loosen. He drifts off into a shallow sleep, dreaming of the time he fingered a fan in his TISWAS dressing room.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 19, 2014, 02:31:43 pm
An autistic virgin who uses a motorized wheelchair lies motionless in bed during his first weekend at university and listens in horror as his new roommate has sex ten feet away.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on October 19, 2014, 02:37:24 pm
A note drops through the letterbox.  TAKE YOUR MILK IN YOU STUPID FUCKING COW.  She doesn't notice.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on October 19, 2014, 02:48:45 pm
A schoolboy clutches the abandoned newborn to his chest as he races towards the hospital.  He knows he can make it if he keeps going.  He doesn't stop.  Neither does the car.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 19, 2014, 02:52:22 pm
A schoolboy clutches the abandoned newborn to his chest as he races towards the hospital.  He knows he can make it if he keeps going.  He doesn't stop.  Neither does the car.

Ronnie Corbett lunges for the breaks, but his foot hits the accelerator instead. He makes a face at the sound of the wet thud.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: black_betty on October 19, 2014, 03:00:20 pm
And it's "goodnight" from him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on October 19, 2014, 03:01:19 pm
I hope he at least says sorry.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on October 19, 2014, 03:02:17 pm
A colourblind parcel clerk puts it all 'on mauve'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shaky on October 19, 2014, 03:16:52 pm
A balding 46-year-old man spends most of his days loitering outside Tesco's, wearing a stained Megadeth t-shirt, brown leather jacket, gray jeans and plastic cowboy boots. His remaining hair is wet even when it hasn't been raining. Carrier bag in each hand, containing only mangled loaves of bread and packets of cigarettes. His face is locked in a stunned rictus, like something ancient and malignant has gnawed at his very core.

Perhaps he's just waiting for a lift, though - his mother, a close friend, someone to share a kind word or shed a flicker of light over his dank world? No, those passersby who bother to spare him a thought at all know there is no such sanctuary. There is a tiny, rotten bedsit to call "home" but there has never really been anyone else. This is it for him. This is how he has spent his days since he was kicked out of school at 16 for revealing a teste during assembly, and this is how it will always be.

I mean, Megadeth are complete shit - what's he thinking?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 19, 2014, 03:29:00 pm
An aging Paedophile finally out from prison puts the tape in the VHS and turns up the volume.

"A finger of fudge is just enough to ..." plays out as he passes into eternal slumber.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on October 19, 2014, 03:29:38 pm
A struggling bookshop owner decides to stock John Grisham novels despite recent controversial comments.  Nobody notices.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on October 19, 2014, 03:35:31 pm
A chimpanzee, enjoying its first experience of freedom after years of captivity, climbs to the top of a log flume.  It breathes in, feeling the sweetness of the air in its lungs, and raises its arms to the beautiful wide blue sky.  Maybe tomorrow it will return to its cage, but for now....

BANG
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on October 19, 2014, 03:38:54 pm
Sunday, 3.58pm. Wearing nothing but an ill fitting navy fleece and beige ugg boots, Michael Barrymore stands and gazes vacantly at a solitary discounted scotch egg in a deserted Londis. The distant peal of sirens grows steadily louder.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on October 19, 2014, 03:42:31 pm
A toddler pushes a yellow skittle up it's nose at another child's birthday party. No one notices. It takes 6 months to fully dissolve. The toddler never smells anything again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paisley on October 19, 2014, 06:56:42 pm
(http://pbfcomics.com/archive_b/PBF152-Scorpy_the_Forest_Friend.gif)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paisley on October 19, 2014, 06:59:10 pm
(http://pbfcomics.com/archive_b/PBF246-Bee.gif)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on October 19, 2014, 07:14:27 pm
Some real life desolation right here.

http://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2014/oct/17/police-condemn-onlooker-tweet-photo-body-rail-london
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on October 19, 2014, 07:44:50 pm
An obese man slips in the shower and cracks his head open. The resulting flow of blood is impeded by the torso of the Real Doll the man was cleaning. The doll's blank eyes stare off into infinity. On the sofa downstairs, the man's cat looks up at the sound of the fall then goes back to licking its anus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on October 19, 2014, 07:52:30 pm
A bus driver goes to work armed with a baseball bat.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on October 19, 2014, 08:56:14 pm
A bus driver goes to work without a baseball bat.  Later that day, while driving around Hyde Park Corner, he is attacked by a grizzly bear.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on October 20, 2014, 07:49:54 am
A bus driver visits an aquarium with a baseball bat and starts whaling on the stingrays.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Benevolent Despot on October 20, 2014, 09:41:50 am
A homeless girl looks at a wedding dress.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: paolozzi on October 20, 2014, 10:32:11 am
A middle-aged man downloads Tor whilst his family are sleeping.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on October 20, 2014, 11:51:06 am
A lone dad of five year old boy and girl siblings notices his extreme fetish porn VHS isn't rewound.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on October 20, 2014, 12:00:23 pm
An old jar of pickled eggs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Joy Nktonga on October 20, 2014, 01:17:41 pm
Today is Ron's 57th birthday. He's been on a run of bad luck recently starting when he got laid off from his job. The only job he's ever had. From the age of 16 until last year. No-one will hire a man of Ron's years, not even with his perfect employment history. He's finding things hard. Ah; the sound of the letter box. For once it sounds like post, not the trickle of urine which seems to be the new thing with the horrible kids from the estate. For the first time since... well, for the first time in ages a smile plays across Ron's lips. He rushes to the front door, eager to find out who has sent him a birthday card. Stooping, he picks up the sole envelope. It doesn't look like a birthday card. It is not. Inside the envelope is the repossession notice from the bank. Fourteen days notice.

Happy birthday Ron.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on October 20, 2014, 01:24:39 pm
Ron, trapped in a loveless marriage with a shrieking harpy, discovers some late night solace through the XXX channels on his Virgin Media M package.  When his wife finds out, he swears blind that he has no idea how it happened.  Then comes the media.  And everyone knows.  But not her.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: PAGATRON on October 20, 2014, 04:39:02 pm
A wounded man sees god in a shimmering pool of diesel in a potholed lane.

(http://cdn.inspireamaze.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/528869_416044941757424_473843323_n-620x.jpg)

Well, almost
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: finnquark on October 20, 2014, 07:32:05 pm
Andi Peters carving a piece of gammon on QVC.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on October 20, 2014, 08:34:49 pm
An elderly queer allows his dirtslot to be abused until it prolapses.  A single tear of clear spunk issues painfully from his tired cock and drips onto a Toby Carvery receipt.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 20, 2014, 09:24:16 pm
An overweight university student has sex with the Aspergic girlfriend he met at in the anime club. After orgasming he sweatily declares: "Dat sexy time tho! Lot better than fapping."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: copyingdogs on October 20, 2014, 10:22:51 pm
(http://i.ebayimg.com/23/!CF6I5b!!Wk~$(KGrHqZ,!hIE0fkiNNpQBNWrCzm,1Q~~_12.JPG)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on October 20, 2014, 10:42:53 pm
Remembering a dead pet in the vinegar strokes.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on October 20, 2014, 11:57:05 pm
Three weeks after a nasty car collision that broke both his legs and his hands, lonely and sexually frustrated credit controller Julius, 31, receives a message from his brother Carl. To his delight, Julius discovers that he's going to get a visit from a professional sex worker for the disabled as a birthday present. But when Carl gets round to making the booking, he decides to give out his own address, then hires a wheelchair, covers himself in bandages and waits.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on October 21, 2014, 11:27:52 am
Snooker player and oversized duodenum Shaun Murphy stumbles upon an act of cottaging in a public toilet in Telford. His tiny cock twinges for the first time in six years as it snaps against the waistband of his stained 'Kevin Klein' boxers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on October 21, 2014, 02:57:23 pm
A pudding is found in an abandoned homestead.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Clatty McCutcheon on October 21, 2014, 03:15:40 pm
In the year 2043, a minor celebrity, appearing on BBC's Who Do You Think You Are?, discovers that one of his ancestors invented Matteson's Fridge Raiders.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on October 21, 2014, 06:23:13 pm
A medical school dropout spends his Tuesday evening arranging boxes of eggs from caged hens into a jaunty shape under flickering strip lighting. He is working in a generic food outlet store, specialising in foodstuffs from neglected animals. The eggs are BOGOF. As he punctuates the deal with a misfiring Pentel Pen, Dr Beth Hottits, his former squeeze, simultaneously successfully removes a cancerous cyst from a cute child's face in week two of her second foundation year.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mister Six on October 22, 2014, 01:35:41 am
Stag night coming up? (http://www.pissup.com/budapest/pestside-pimp/)

Quote
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Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Birdie on October 22, 2014, 01:50:54 am
Dannevirke.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Banlon on October 22, 2014, 02:03:13 am
The school gym at Andy Murray's school reunion.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mister Six on October 22, 2014, 04:05:02 am
(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/B0KAOPtIEAEYVKL.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 22, 2014, 07:49:39 am
Stag night coming up? (http://www.pissup.com/budapest/pestside-pimp/)

FUCKING WINNER

I love the accompanying pictures of tubsters "enjoying" their VIP pissup.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on October 22, 2014, 01:33:36 pm
Bruce Forsythe's left arm goes numb while watching the latest Strictly.

Hoping to relive the joys of his childhood, a middle-aged cunt scours Youtube for footage of Joey Deacon.

Schoolchildren on a coach laugh and point as a hunchbacked pensioner shuffles over the pelican crossing.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: social rhinoceros on October 22, 2014, 01:55:03 pm
Bruce Forsythe's left arm goes numb while watching the latest Strictly.

Hoping to relive the joys of his childhood, a middle-aged cunt scours Youtube for footage of Joey Deacon.

Schoolchildren on a coach laugh and point as a hunchbacked pensioner shuffles over the pelican crossing.

Really?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on October 22, 2014, 02:03:20 pm
Really?

I know for a fact that 2 out of 3 of those things have really happened.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on October 23, 2014, 01:32:00 pm
Woke up to two Tinder matches!

One was an accidental swipe, unmatched.

Sent a nice message to the other. It was a prossie.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on October 23, 2014, 06:20:36 pm
Quote
He buried the hawk in the field just behind the shed; went in, and went to bed
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on October 23, 2014, 09:12:35 pm
Going to a topiary of the toenails competition and finding that you fiercest rival wins with a copy of your design. He then shags your wife in the car park, up the wrong un.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: jenna appleseed on October 24, 2014, 07:02:24 pm
a real life one.

a never to be sold Lostprophets album, in a mostly abandoned shelf of usually the same cds nobody wants, in a charity shop for a local home for people with downs syndrome.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 24, 2014, 10:01:55 pm
a real life one.

a never to be sold Lostprophets album, in a mostly abandoned shelf of usually the same cds nobody wants, in a charity shop for a local home for people with downs syndrome.

Oh, this is another thread highlight

(https://i1.sndcdn.com/artworks-000027716554-xhalr1-t120x120.jpg?e76cf77)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on October 26, 2014, 07:27:47 am
A check-shirted farmer adds a devil's toenail to the mini rockery he's lovingly created far inside his paralysed wife's twitchless vagina. She watches and blinks twice for no.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on October 26, 2014, 07:49:55 am
A man bumps into his own wife at an Insane Clown Posse concert.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 26, 2014, 11:27:18 am
The bbc news 24 presenter seems excitable - breaking news flashes along the bottom of the screen..an air of anticipation - the words scroll devastatingly into view

European Fiscal Report delayed
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on October 26, 2014, 07:38:35 pm
Dehydrated Bay City Roller trousers in a can just add vigilance.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on October 26, 2014, 09:23:18 pm
A mostly empty bar. One of the elderly regulars suddenly keels over on the fag burned red velvet booth seat and starts choking. His grown son (an alcoholic builder) and his overweight wife jump up, alarmed, while a waitress dashes to the phone to call 911. The other patrons turn around in their seats, watching helplessly as a man dies in front of them, wheezing and gurgling. The silence is only interrupted once, when a man sitting alone, with as much gravitas and reverence as he can muster, asks the waitress if he could get a pound of wings, hot.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on October 27, 2014, 06:36:41 pm
A secretly depressed office-joker live-tweets his own suicide attempt.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on October 27, 2014, 07:33:02 pm
A supermarket employee turns up for work.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on October 27, 2014, 08:22:56 pm
The day after his daughter's funeral, a 36 year old man fails to provide ID for a bottle of value scotch.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on October 27, 2014, 08:42:14 pm
Robbie Williams Live Tweets the birth of his second child.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on October 27, 2014, 09:10:03 pm
A bus crashes into a bus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on October 27, 2014, 10:17:46 pm
A young girl sees her missing sister in her front garden only to find out later she's a bush that has taken human form.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on October 27, 2014, 10:47:08 pm
The bolt gun operator at an abattoir sits in a corner of the canteen, staring down into his coffee. Out of nowhere he remembers being five and dreaming of one day being an astronaut. Hollow, he picks up The Sun.

A duck chokes on a discarded condom.

A Goth at a Monday screening of Shoah.





Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on October 27, 2014, 11:01:08 pm
A bald potbellied man pines for the unrequited eyelashes of a ginger girl from the bucket of a gruesome seat.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 28, 2014, 12:31:12 am
An IT technician in his mid-30s stages an imaginary wedding between himself and the greasy pillow that he pretends is his primary school crush who he has not seen in fifteen years and not spoken to ever.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on October 28, 2014, 01:05:19 am
A hedge fails to be noticed by a git.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on October 28, 2014, 10:28:42 am
(http://i.imgur.com/b3eB1VY.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mister Six on October 28, 2014, 11:30:01 am
Robbie Williams Live Tweets the birth of his second child.

Robbie Williams Live Tweets the death of his first child.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on October 28, 2014, 11:14:51 pm
This happened today:

Being caught, by your dad, looking at your penis through a magnifying glass instead of looking at a 1881 ordnance survey map of the village you grew up in. I should never have given him a key to my flat.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 30, 2014, 08:43:20 am
Being haunted by the sinister police photo of 50 year old fugitive Cemil Gölnüz in Düsseldorf airport then seeing the same face in the deserted bathroom mirror
Title: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 30, 2014, 08:48:36 am
Juergen loves his pet cockatoo. The talk of guests staying at his grotty Viennese hotel. It's the only true relationship he's had since mama passed in '84 (year of the mullet growth).

Gudrun, the bird, has started to bite in recent weeks but Juergen forgives her. Cuddling up to her on the sofa to watch rapid vienna on TV.

Gudrun snaps again, tearing skin from juergens pallid face. He reacts violently, smothering the pet with a discarded Tom and Jerry wank sock.

The bird lies stiff and motionless on the floor as Juergen hurtles through the 5th floor window on to the empty wet pavement below
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 30, 2014, 08:49:09 am
Two business trip anecdotes I'd thought I'd share
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on October 30, 2014, 08:58:00 am
On the 5th anniversary of his wife's suicide, Jim buys porn from an lorry fuel station. Later, in the back of his cab, the magazine falls open at the centrefold and Jim stares into the eyes of his deceased wife, wide open in surprise at taking a cock at least twice the size of his.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on October 30, 2014, 09:56:44 am
An old man dying in a hospital bed shits himself on purpose so the nurse will have to wipe his bottom and possibly even brush a hand against the back of his haggard nutsack. He smiles.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: greenman on October 30, 2014, 11:31:28 am
Ian Duncan Smith.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 30, 2014, 06:46:38 pm

Things are getting far too upbeat around here for my liking.

Desolation:

A balding man in ill-fitting suit eating a dessert in a deserted, cheap diner. His eyes briefly meet mine and I understand.

Desolation:

Me tonight! In a Bangladeshi in Cambridge. The power just went and I'm eating my curry in almost darkness
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: alcoholic messiah on October 30, 2014, 06:53:31 pm
Me tonight! In a Bangladeshi in Cambridge.

I am sad to hear that it didn't work out with the Russian one.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 30, 2014, 09:40:13 pm
An unemployed man spends his Friday evening writing an in-depth Amazon review for the Farrah Abraham latex anus he recently purchased.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Phil_A on October 31, 2014, 12:23:14 am
A family sit glumly on plastic chairs in a fossil museum in Anglesey, watching an ancient VHS tape of a Derek Griffiths-narrated children's documentary about fossils. The TV has malfunctioned in that way that very old CRT TV's often did, and it can only display the colour green.

Torrential rain hammers on the corrugated iron roof making the sound of the video almost impossible to hear.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on October 31, 2014, 01:27:52 pm
Coming home from his wife's funeral, Jimmy merely grunts when the sitter tells him that Ellie has been a good girl.  Later, he looks into the cot and sees that the baby has kicked off her blanket.  He draws it back up over her face to reunite her with her mother.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on October 31, 2014, 11:33:39 pm
A GP and a charity events organiser name their baby son Kindred.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 01, 2014, 11:55:18 am
A fat, middle aged cat-woman with pudding-bowl hair, frumpy cardigan, thick tights and orthopaedic shoes, sits training a new starter for a Data Input job at a windswept Basingstoke Industrial Estate. On her desk, a mid-80s picture of Donny Osmond doing 'that smile' accompanies an unwashed Bagpuss and a copy of Rudyard Kipling's 'If,' badly-photoshopped onto a psychadelic cat.

She sits all day with her fat, chafed, corn beef legs crushed together in a specially-adapted chair, stuffing her face with scotch eggs and bad Haribo. Possessing only one set of work clothes, she absolutely reeks of piss and sadness.

The new starter goes for a cigarette break on their second day and never comes back.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on November 01, 2014, 12:26:19 pm
Being the workplace joker in a concentration camp.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: sirhenry on November 01, 2014, 02:09:20 pm
A Rotherham couple name their daughter Ebola.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Fry on November 01, 2014, 03:00:49 pm
It's 10:53pm and a Doctor is on his way to the off license. He sees a woman collapse across the road from him. He keeps on walking.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on November 01, 2014, 03:55:57 pm
A man wearing Halloween face paint buys a single packet of pork scratchings in Tesco Express.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on November 01, 2014, 04:15:51 pm
Telford's blotchiest couple block-book a musty Malaga villa for the first week in August for the next 17 summers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on November 01, 2014, 04:24:35 pm
A pack of Huggies Newborn in a cornershop fails to be sold for a 9th successive year.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Benevolent Despot on November 04, 2014, 07:38:29 pm
A man in his 50s eats a bowl of sugarpuffs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on November 04, 2014, 07:44:38 pm
At the age of thirty-seven, she realises that she'll never ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on November 04, 2014, 07:48:11 pm
An obese man on his way to the market attempts to flatten his unwashed hair using his fingers as a comb before giving up and walking toward the door.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on November 04, 2014, 08:10:07 pm
An obese man on his way to the market attempts to flatten his unwashed hair using his fingers as a comb before giving up and walking toward the door.

and buys a couple of boxes of sugar puffs - "for the kiddies" he whispers to the assistant.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on November 04, 2014, 09:03:32 pm
Good natured Malcolm holds a free firework display in the local park. Half way through, the small crowd begins to dwindle. "Fucking shit!" a young boy shouts out. His mum laughs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on November 04, 2014, 09:22:52 pm
A baked bean sits in its juice on the inside window ledge of a Megabus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on November 05, 2014, 06:57:19 am
Asking your friends to describe your personality as a Batman villain and they come up with, 'The Skeletoid Paederast'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on November 05, 2014, 08:24:23 am
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-29895649

Quote
Also being sold is James's customised Astra van and Raleigh Chopper bikes.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on November 05, 2014, 02:41:46 pm
An Algerian rapist forces his way into some sheltered housing and buggers a 93 year old woman in her own bed. It is the first time a cock has been in her in 85 years.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: doppelkorn on November 05, 2014, 02:44:40 pm
Fucking hell! ^^

Can someone please use the word 'guy' or 'guys'? Thanks.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on November 05, 2014, 03:29:53 pm
A Suede fan remembers the 'glory years'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on November 05, 2014, 04:20:56 pm
A middle-aged trainspotter loses his entire collection of notebooks in a house fire.

An unemployed butcher spends Wednesday afternoon hiding pages of pornography inside books in the large print section of Street library.

A car crash survivor emerges from a coma and realises there is nothing.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on November 07, 2014, 01:40:38 pm
Having been impressed by the erudite discussion on BBC radio four, Jim sinks his redundancy money into fitting the front room of his modest semi-detached with a built in library.

A year later, having filled the shelves with wonderful hardback volumes of canonical literary texts, he trips over a stack of Jethro DVDs in the living room, bumps his head and goes blind.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on November 07, 2014, 01:45:50 pm
Barny Summer was sitting in the canteen talking to Peyonce who he fancied but would never do anything about when in came Nigel Hannon, his enemy and 6 inches bigger.

"I think someone's already sitting here, Barny", said Nigel and pushed Barny off the bench with such a force that he landed square on the floor with his head in his Mulligatawny. 

Barny stormed off wiping bits of lentils and rice from his face and eating them.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on November 07, 2014, 02:42:22 pm
After 18 months inside for stealing a chaffinch, Warren sticks a candle into a lopsided Rustlers hamburger and sings happy birthday to himself.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: black_betty on November 07, 2014, 02:52:29 pm
Les Dennis invited you to play Bubble Witch 2 Saga.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 08, 2014, 10:56:03 am
Prematurely bald, but likeable young priest Keith Flange runs a church youth club every Friday night.  On a dark November evening after all the kids have gone home, he makes himself a broccoli and cheese cup-a-soup, logs onto the communal PC, and types 'Big Boobs' into Youtube.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on November 08, 2014, 11:01:58 am
Jesper, a 42 year old man-child comforts himself by watching old VHS tapes of Robot Wars Series 1 and 2.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 08, 2014, 11:49:31 am
Bald, ugly virgin Jeff Fence, 47, stands in his dead father's brothel creepers at his favourite Middlesbrough railway station - weak lemon drink in hand - photographing Diesel Trains with a disposable camera purchased from Lidl. A bunch of schoolkids shout 'Paedophile!' at him from a passing bus, whilst a disabled seagull pecks at rancid chips a few feet away from him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on November 08, 2014, 02:30:52 pm
A down-on-his-luck, out of work office joker paints his left knee green with wallpaper stripper whilst waiting in for his order of a sub-standard monkey wrench from eBay with which to extract his own wisdom teeth.

A mortally wounded chicken litters his deeply-grimed patio.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on November 08, 2014, 09:14:13 pm
In 2010 he was voted one of the funniest poker players on Twitter by Bluff Magazine.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on November 08, 2014, 09:22:20 pm
In a blustery storm, some pink crotchless knickers fly off a washing line and land on a dying hedgehog.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on November 08, 2014, 09:54:01 pm
An opponent takes Australia during the first round of Risk.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on November 08, 2014, 09:57:02 pm
Your ex girlfriend posts a photo of her new boyfriend on Twitter. His name is Gary, and he's a marketing executive at Audi.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: copyingdogs on November 08, 2014, 10:22:35 pm
An almost precisely cube-headed bald man has a minor fight or flight response after being jokingly intimidated by a group of loitering easymen.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on November 08, 2014, 11:10:33 pm
An ironmonger sells a watering can to himself out of boredom.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on November 08, 2014, 11:13:22 pm
-A living room is repainted from beige to canary yellow
-Dennis Bergkamp spends eighteen minutes trying to choose cheese
-A field decides to leave
-A youth faints at the smell of urine from the gentleman's toilets at Sheffield train station
-A horse lays down and dies
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Eggs on November 08, 2014, 11:49:29 pm
An ironmonger sells a watering can to himself out of boredom.

And he never notices that all the colour has been bleached out of every cardboard box in his display window.
He puts the ladders out front and chains them together. He's never sold one.

He is advertising the shit out of the place, though:

https://plus.google.com/105047259051265496408/about?gl=uk&hl=en
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sherringford Hovis on November 09, 2014, 07:08:39 am
Bad Haribo.

BBC Three
9pm
New Series Episode 1 of 6
Livelihood threatened by the opening of a Costcutter next door, near-bankrupt sweetshop owner Ralfie Vickers (Jack Whitehall) tries to attract new customers by hosting a glittering revue 'Dancing with the (Mars) bars'. Guest starring Carol Lee Scott. (Subtitles)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on November 09, 2014, 09:09:43 am
A small minded village shop assistant expressess an ill thought out opinion to a one time member of the Goombay dance band. There is a  resigned nod of mutual agreement about the apparent connection of the over filling of wheelie bins and benefit tourism and an air of anticipation as the former troubadour waits for the  stale bread to be reduced in price. One of them remembers they have never been to Swanage.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on November 09, 2014, 09:56:21 am
An old man goes to spend a Woolworths gift voucher only to find a Poundland has replaced it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Doomy Dwyer on November 09, 2014, 10:10:57 am

Hugh Dennis is a welcome addition to the cast.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on November 09, 2014, 10:14:15 am
Two soulmates finally cross one another's path- hours after their wish to become invisible and shelter themselves from the cruel, killer's world of earth is granted. Their elbows graze as they pass. They put this down to the chafing winds of Bridlington, then go back to surreptitiously pulling out clumps of candy floss from adjacent snack hutches.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 09, 2014, 01:50:27 pm
A morbidly obese, autistic German teen wins a once-in-a-lifetime trip to the confectionary factory of a wild-haired eccentric American. However, he tragically drowns in a river of chocolate whilst a troupe of bizarre orange dwarves sing a song about what a greedy bastard he was.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on November 09, 2014, 03:31:27 pm
A grown man posts Anime pictures on a forum, year in, year out.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on November 09, 2014, 03:32:37 pm
Three grown men go to see a children's movie about animated ponies, complains to the management about the noise made by rest of the patrons, girls aged 5-8.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Big Jack McBastard on November 09, 2014, 04:04:18 pm
A fat, balding, unwashed and crumpled Les Dennis showing signs of rosacea exits a bus at an ill-placed stop on a rain swept dual carriageway. His thin blue and white plastic bag contains ointment and tissues. Eyes bloodshot and perpetually tear-filled, thankfully no-one notices amid the downpour.

He ambles into the maelstrom of passing vehicles knowing without question that he will make it to the other side regardless of his deliberately slowed pace.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on November 10, 2014, 08:28:07 am
A seven-year old pushes his worn-out VHS tape of Richie Rich into the machine for the hundredth time that month.  His favourite actor is John Larroquette.

A man stares blankly at a packet of brown Basmatti rice in the supermarket and suddenly remembers the time his mum drowned his younger twin siblings in the bathtub.

A forty-eight year old geography teacher turns up to class wearing a shirt that reads "Tough Guys" on the back, flanked by tiger-print lightning.

An awkward, introverted man finally overcomes decades of crippling social anxiety and manages to say "have a nice evening" to a woman on the street.  Next day he clicks on a link:  http://youtu.be/b1XGPvbWn0A
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on November 10, 2014, 09:59:04 am
A man listens to the new Pink Floyd album expecting a disco extravaganza.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hound Of The Basketballs on November 10, 2014, 10:18:49 am
An autistic fig roll enthusiast can't find any independent fig roll manufacturers who are willing to sell to him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Too Many Cochranes on November 10, 2014, 12:26:12 pm
A kayak hire shack in Dorset with two celebrity endorsement messages on the wall, saying what a great time they had there. One of which is by "Kevin Spacy".

That one is true. I can't remember who the other celebrity was.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 10, 2014, 12:44:26 pm
Racist, hump-backed 93-year old ex-dinner lady Ethel Clout spits hot Humbug shrapnels into a black carer's face at a Rotherham nursing home, after they turn down 'Antiques Roadshow' by two notches.

Bald, autistic virgin Clive Herbert, 59, wraps up his own presents two days before christmas - all second-hand Hornby Trains purchased from the parents of a recently-deceased Leukemia sufferer.

Cheery Danish school teacher Stig Plaap, who grew up with a Romanticised view of England through watching Mr Bean and Harry Potter films, starts his first teaching job in the UK at a Hackney Comprehensive, during the second week of a ferocious race riot.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on November 10, 2014, 02:26:28 pm
a paedophile realises that the child he's travelled back in time to fiddle with is his young self, and amidst the clarifying, primal screams of repressed horror battling sickening realisation, lets out a "what-a-delicious-what-came-first-chicken(paedo-me)-or-the-egg(young me)"-type hearty chuckle.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on November 10, 2014, 02:47:32 pm
An old man lays dying in his hospice bed. His last thoughts are of his collection of used boy's swimming trunks secreted in a shoe box at the bottom of his wardrobe at home and its inevitable discovery by his daughters.

A bored weightlifter punches a gerbil. Really puts his shoulder into it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on November 10, 2014, 04:49:12 pm
Jobriath Pogson, an unbelievable simpleton finally realises he can open the door using the shiny thing in the middle of it. This, after 23 years feeding off captured pigeons from his window ledge, shitting off the precipice and decorating his room in tears.

On the other side of the door he sees some small floors descending into darkness and another shiny thing in the middle of another door, and retreats hastily back to his lair.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on November 10, 2014, 07:35:49 pm
A teenager is introduced to the music of Oasis.

A man sells his beloved vinyl collection that he had built up over the course of 20 years.  The money he receives is gone within 25 minutes,  shovelled into a Wetherspoons fruit machine. He sits at a table to finish his pint of Carling.   3 minutes later he watches as a braying accountant sticks a single quid in to the same machine and wins £125.

A man cites draught Fosters as his favourite ever drink.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Better Midlands on November 10, 2014, 07:50:31 pm
A kayak hire shack in Dorset with two celebrity endorsement messages on the wall, saying what a great time they had there. One of which is by "Kevin Spacy".

That one is true. I can't remember who the other celebrity was.

Chris Harris?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on November 10, 2014, 08:25:22 pm
A man with a head like a boiled egg makes Joe shit himself.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Benevolent Despot on November 10, 2014, 08:42:36 pm
Cold snot.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on November 10, 2014, 08:49:27 pm

A man sells his beloved vinyl collection that he had built up over the course of 20 years.  The money he receives is gone within 25 minutes,  shovelled into a Wetherspoons fruit machine. He sits at a table to finish his pint of Carling.   3 minutes later he watches as a braying accountant sticks a single quid in to the same machine and wins £125.



Christ...soon to be me.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on November 10, 2014, 08:51:23 pm
Jazzie B dancing for pennies and backwashed lager spit from a guffawing crowd of accentless, SuperDry-daubed twatsters. His silhouette won't sashay with him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on November 10, 2014, 09:15:28 pm
Monday night, 11pm. A man holds court at the bar of a Wetherspoons in Manchester. "I fuckin' love it 'ere. I 'ate it but I'm barred from every other pub in town". Meanwhile, a woman in the corner is genuinely excited about being in Wetherspoons for the first time.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on November 10, 2014, 09:44:22 pm
A lonely, unemployed man spends Valentines Day morning watching for the postman. Eventually he realises the card he meant to post to himself is still in his coat pocket. Smaller,  he returns to his Cash In The Attic marathon. In Swansea.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on November 10, 2014, 09:46:18 pm
A man is beaten unconscious with a tin of dog food

A Polish sex worker buys a vhs box set of Friends for 50p.

A Prader Willi sufferer buys 11 jars of Shippam's ham flavoured paste



Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on November 10, 2014, 09:50:53 pm

A Polish sex worker buys a vhs box set of Friends for 50p.

A Prader Willi sufferer buys 11 jars of Shippam's ham flavoured paste

No, fucking hell. This is the best couple of sentences I've read since Mein Kampf. Fucking hell. Like being kicked right in the stomach by a buck goat. Thwump, Wooph, Pwow.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on November 11, 2014, 12:39:11 am
The last survivor of an undiscovered species of dolphins swims past a garbage vortex in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and dies after a used condom lodges in its blowhole.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on November 11, 2014, 12:43:10 am
The used condom of a marine biologist having an affair.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on November 11, 2014, 12:45:31 am
A zoophile marine biologist cheating on his pregnant wife with the female dolphin he's been researching.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on November 11, 2014, 12:48:52 am
A man who pretends he's a marine biologist when people chance upon him molesting a dead beached Whale on Prestatyn beach by using it's blowhole for an unhygenic purpose other than nature had intended.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Phil_A on November 11, 2014, 10:19:59 am
Daniel O'Reilly, now 45, sits alone in his flat with the curtains drawn, scrolling through the comments on a youtube clip of himself from ten years past. There is a slight tremor in his hands as he uncrumples a piece of paper with the words "CELEBRITY EGGHEADS" scrawled on it above a phone number. It's a good one, his agent tells him. He could be on a team with Halifax Howard and Joe Swash if they're available. "Proper moist" he whispers, tears welling.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on November 11, 2014, 10:39:51 am
Stuart lies on the bed, tracing the cracks in the cell's ceiling. The rhythmic creak of springs and a familiar pattern of rapid, shallow breathing emanates from the bunk below. Not again, Rolf, he thinks as tears well in his eyes. Then: This is how it ends.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Too Many Cochranes on November 11, 2014, 10:40:26 am
Brian Harvey grips harder as he wanks onto the 37 year old cesarean scarred belly of an East 17 fan, unable to cum due to 20 years of abusing ecstasy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 11, 2014, 10:42:48 am
A seven-year old Dick Emery fan is told to fuck off by Dick Emery at Margate Pier in the summer of 1981.

A promising young footballer chokes on his own vomit in the toilets of Yeovil Aerodrome, after a Millenium barn-dance hosted by Jet from Gladiators descends into an all-night rave, having failed to be properly-policed.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on November 11, 2014, 08:28:32 pm
An unsure and unconvincing transvestite takes the plunge and heads to Asda in full regalia,  the first time he has been across the door as 'Melinda'.   One of the soles of his 'fuck me' boots detaches itself and flaps about,  attracting unwanted attention and causing him so much inner turmoil he takes an overdose later that evening.

A farmer introduces his calloused erection into the mouth of a newly born calf.

A group of first year students start an ill advised conga line.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on November 11, 2014, 08:40:16 pm
bang...cuntbeaks does it again
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on November 11, 2014, 09:04:30 pm
calloused erection

Is this even possible? May be a question for the cottaging thread.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on November 11, 2014, 11:19:00 pm
A 50 year old man punches through a window at a Student Quiz Night because he didn't get credit for Manhunter being the first Hannibal Lecter movie. He's the founder of and sole member of the quiz team "Quiz My Arse".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on November 11, 2014, 11:25:30 pm
A 23-year-old man gets a full color tattoo of the Family Guy character Quagmire and the text "Giggity Giggity" on his left bicep.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 12, 2014, 10:25:12 am
A drunken tramp with a prosthetic leg starts a fight with his own reflection in the shattered windows of a derelict Aberdeen Bowling Alley, before voiding his bowels near the burnt out husk of a Nissan Sunny.  It is Christmas Morning.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on November 12, 2014, 10:46:34 am
A pink, bulbous man in his late fifties licks the porridge from the bottom of a bowl while a cum shot compilation DVD silently plays behind him on his 60inch plasma.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 12, 2014, 11:45:11 am
Out-of-work SAAB Salesman Derek Tiswas, 51, is called a 'stupid fucking twat' by his autistic, pasty-faced teenage son, directly underneath a framed picture of the two of them having the best day ever at 'Bob the Builder World' in 2003.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on November 12, 2014, 12:12:31 pm
A middle-aged teacher of an unruly sixth-form class spends his own money on a field trip to try and win their respect:

Quote from: East Kent Gazette
Police Say Stabbing of History Teacher in Dickens World, Chatham Was Justified
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Better Midlands on November 12, 2014, 01:53:36 pm
Jazzie B dancing for pennies and backwashed lager spit from a guffawing crowd of accentless, SuperDry-daubed twatsters. His silhouette won't sashay with him.


Are you in Bournemouth?

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Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on November 12, 2014, 06:25:26 pm
A man goes 'spinning' three times a week after work. He hasn't got a fucking clue why.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on November 12, 2014, 06:38:50 pm

Are you in Bournemouth?

(https://scontent-a-ams.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xpf1/v/t1.0-9/s720x720/10357118_4789994804801_3668256188114529905_n.jpg?oh=c7d0cbf56331fa5d4782845982b5171e&oe=54E249C0)

I wish!

looks like B still has a plum position in the muzik market. No begging for he, soz Jazzy!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nowhere Man on November 12, 2014, 08:01:54 pm
A pale faced nerdy teenager walks along the streets alone at night in the slums of Kent. Only the sounds of his own footsteps can be heard. He strides to the only takeaway still open, a kebab house. On the way back he ponders what he is doing in his life and why Chatham is such a desolate shithole. It will be his University home for the next year.

:(
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on November 12, 2014, 08:03:41 pm
Office joker Ken goes whack-a-doodle at a high-level board meeting and spends the next 36 years of his life incarcerated in a mental health institution.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on November 12, 2014, 09:26:31 pm
Looking out the front window at his neighbours unsightly hired skip, Arthur observes a man in a 1980's Ford Granada pull up, calmly roll down his window and unceremoniously lob a dead monkey onto the mounting pile of detritus before speeding off.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on November 12, 2014, 10:30:09 pm
Several years after the death of Michael Jackson, Bubbles the Monkey II (Bubbles I was violently drowned by Michael during a PCP induced rage in Dolly Parton's fouled Jacuzzi) was reportedly being toured round Jakarta as part of a lucrative and thriving bestial sex trade.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on November 12, 2014, 10:59:38 pm
A human Indonesian sex slave suddenly realizes that, due to its exoticness and celebrity pedigree, she is being rented out at a lower rate than the shaved chimpanzee in the next room.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on November 13, 2014, 06:50:37 am
During her bi-monthly supervised visit to her children. A heroin addict tries to amuse her twin six year olds by joing up the dots on her arms. If this vein holds up I can get the manger for the nativity scene at Christmas she thinks to herself as she is escorted off the premises of care home.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 13, 2014, 08:39:31 am
A 43 year old Nuneaton man submits a crude crayon drawing of a baby owl to Blue Peter, wins the badge, then sells it on Gumtree a week later for £7 to a man with severe downs syndrome
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: gabrielconroy on November 13, 2014, 08:48:48 am
A child's trike lies rusting in an over-growing garden as a woman, her age keeping pace with its decay, gently stirs milk and tea together in a silent house. Her husband will be home soon, she thinks. Her brow tightens, and the corner of her mouth breaks free of its shackles for a moment. A sigh. Wash the spoon.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 13, 2014, 12:56:44 pm
A buxom plain-Jane supply teacher with the early onset of alopecia scrubs splattered cat shit from her skirting boards to the strains of Erasure's 'Respect,' under an unsympathetic strip light. Her e-harmony inbox remains empty.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Clatty McCutcheon on November 13, 2014, 01:02:13 pm
The manager of a sewage works in Port Glasgow decides to save money this year by having the works Christmas lunch on site.  On November the 12th.  As the workers gather around a makeshift dining table in his office to carve the turkey, the wind backs north-westerly and an overpowering stench of human faecal matter assails their nostrils.

(Merry Christmas, everyone!)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: pillockandtwat on November 13, 2014, 01:03:42 pm
A buxom plain-Jane supply teacher with the early onset of alopecia scrubs splattered cat shit from her skirting boards to the strains of Erasure's 'Respect,' under an unsympathetic strip light. Her e-harmony inbox remains empty.

That's like a fine wine.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Kane Jones on November 13, 2014, 01:06:30 pm
Joseph walks hurriedly past the crowd of cruel, taunting fellow pupils as they harass him mercilessly over his baggy, over-sized 'Oxfam' trousers.  In his haste, he trips over the trousers, which fall around his ankles as he collapses face first into a muddy puddle.  The growing crowd burst into rapturous laughter.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: PAGATRON on November 13, 2014, 01:59:27 pm
Joseph walks hurriedly past the crowd of cruel, taunting fellow pupils as they harass him mercilessly over his baggy, over-sized 'Oxfam' trousers.  In his haste, he trips over the trousers, which fall around his ankles as he collapses face first into a muddy puddle.  The growing crowd burst into rapturous laughter.
(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ab/Unlucky-Alf.JPG)
Bugger!!

Has anyone mention the movie 'The Mist' yet?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on November 13, 2014, 02:07:21 pm
A man spends three quid on a 'grande latte to go' every single morning on his way to work. He hasn't got a fucking clue why.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 13, 2014, 05:41:00 pm
A quadroplegic ex-paratrooper has a fit and topples out of his wheelchair on stage, during an infant school awards ceremony.

WWII veteran Bert Sugden, 92, is forced to sell his war medals just to put his entry level Nissan Almera through yet another MOT.

A wheezing Frank Bough lookalike fails to find the laminate flooring he was looking for in a Northern B&Q.



Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on November 13, 2014, 06:23:53 pm
Port Glasgow

Ooft, keep it light.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Clatty McCutcheon on November 13, 2014, 07:27:48 pm
An excerpt of a genuine crime report from the Greenock Telegraph on an assault in Port Glasgow[1]:

"Mrs Myra Rancier (36) told the court....she had not seen everything as she was blind in one eye, was drinking Super Lager and had been reading Bunty comics at the time."

Some place, the Port.
 1. from an old compilation of the 'funnies' column in the Glasgow Herald
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on November 13, 2014, 07:38:47 pm
An unsent love letter from 1953 sits crisply tucked within the pages of an obscure library book that has not been checked out in the fifty-one years since it was quietly returned by the parents of the lovelorn letter-writer in the weeks following his fatal car accident.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hangthebuggers on November 13, 2014, 07:53:25 pm
Cab driver arrives ever night at the neighbour's house.
Bit old, swear it's a bingo job. Can only say the shadows in sickly, amber light.
A series of three beeps (thrice). A twitch of curtain, strands of old web, peeling. No sign of spider(s). All day of night.
Bit dusty.
Interrupted sleeps, all times of the day or of the night. Bible moist at fallen point on tongue. Or Koran. Or the other one.
Beeping.
Cab driver, all cheery like. Headlights. Beeping. All cheery like.
Win at the bingo.
Nana, gaunt, shipped off to Viva le Portugal. Oxygen sent on private plane, which fucking crashes on an island.
Cruise ship, Ebola hell. Lockdown. Nana, gaunt.
Jewish lawyer. Get outta here. Big hair. Carlito cunt. Smack some Daddio in some hutch pinned, get-outta-here, street punk, pool ball shit. Larceny 1990's style brazen robbery.
Volvo up the mountain to the boss.
Pop a cork in his ass.
Bar.
The end.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Clatty McCutcheon on November 13, 2014, 07:53:55 pm
in the fifty-one years since it was quietly returned

10 years late? Fine-dodging bastards.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: sirhenry on November 13, 2014, 08:08:51 pm
There's a queue of silent students in orange jumpsuits outside next door
because they're having
a Guantanamo Bay themed party.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on November 13, 2014, 08:17:35 pm
10 years late? Fine-dodging bastards.

Most poetic thing I've ever written, ruined by a careless error...
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 14, 2014, 09:32:15 am
A circus-ugly Aviation fan in his mid-60s leaps to his death from a boarded up MG-Rover dealership after discovering his Thai real doll has ditched him for another man.

A double-amputee in a cheap Matalan suit watches helplessly as 2 orphaned ducklings are sucked into a relentless vortex of used condoms and 8-Ace cans.

Call Centre worker Kim, 36 -  described as 'Bubbly' on her Match profile - sits crying on the dank stairs of a Working Men's Club in Stockport, during a poorly-attended Britpop Revival Night.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Birdie on November 14, 2014, 09:41:11 am
A loving grandmother sets out a tray of home-made mince pies for her extended family to celebrate the first Christmas they have all been together in  20 years. 

They remain lonely and uneaten because mince pies are shit, like.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on November 14, 2014, 10:24:52 am
The toffest man on the estate is challenged to an arrogant braying competition by a jumped up johnny from a minor public school. What is worse because of a cock up with the caterers the mineral water arrives in plastic bottles instead of glass - the horror, the horror.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on November 14, 2014, 11:26:54 am
Darren wakes up early and bounds out of bed. Just yesterday he managed to find an uncracked egg and half a loaf of bread in the local shop’s bin. His toes curl in delight at the prospect of actually being able to have breakfast for once: he’s not eaten in three days.

He rushes downstairs to his dilapidated, grime encrusted kitchen. He fumbles for a match and lights the hob - he should have just enough gas left on the meter to cook one egg - fills a pan with water and gently places it inside. Whilst the egg is cooking he sets to carefully cutting the slices of bread into what will become magnificent toasty soldiers, marching down towards his stomach to conquer the all-too-familiar feeling of hunger.

Finally, the egg and toast are done. He takes the egg out of the pan and pops it into a makeshift holder constructed from warped cardboard. The soldiers line up alongside the feast, alert and ready for action. Darren grabs a spoon and swiftly chops the top of the egg. Its contents dribble morosely out. The egg is rotten and only partially cooked. Dejected, Darren falls back in his chair and begins to weep.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on November 14, 2014, 06:29:52 pm
An ageing alcoholic music agent who's about to hit rock bottom rushes into his offices with surprising news "I've just signed the next big thing! We've already scored the next big Levi Jeans advert for their first single, they're called Stiltskin - these guys are going places!"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: sirhenry on November 14, 2014, 06:48:16 pm
An ageing alcoholic music agent who's about to hit rock bottom rushes into his offices with surprising news "I've just signed the next big thing! We've already scored the next big Levi Jeans advert for their first single, they're called Stiltskin - these guys are going places!"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OxVPhaJtL8o (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OxVPhaJtL8o)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Benevolent Despot on November 14, 2014, 06:52:32 pm
Most poetic thing I've ever written, ruined by a careless error...

A forum poster does not see any difference between 2004 and 2014. His subconscious dismissal of a decade is a clue to the desolation of those years. Vacant time and the passing of numbers. No progression, only squander.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on November 14, 2014, 08:29:03 pm
Children In Need. Fucked.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Birdie on November 14, 2014, 08:35:13 pm
A middle-aged Kiwi women cleaning her son's room finds a warm deconstructed mince pie under his pillow and wishes she had left his socks where she'd found them.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on November 14, 2014, 09:19:56 pm
A retired butcher with protein on the brain lures a woodlouse into a matchbox to douse her in woodlouse tenderiser made out of wankstains. Distilled wankstains.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on November 14, 2014, 09:41:50 pm
In an East London Frappuccino & Fusion drinkerie, a major publishing house's chief exec shakes hands with the owner of The LAD Bible website over a deal to transcribe its most legendary exploits from shaky video clip to cheerily-coloured paper. Their waitress notices their lack or irises, before turning the gun on herself.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 15, 2014, 10:13:39 am
An elderly weasel with 'Beadle's hand' struggles to access the remnants of a discarded Nik Nak packet on the perimeter of a foggy Norfolk airfield, and dies soon after.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: copyingdogs on November 15, 2014, 12:51:58 pm
A cancerous and cold pigeon crawls into an empty loaf wrapper to die
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 15, 2014, 02:39:13 pm
A bi-polar single mum-of-4 is served an eviction notice 3 days before Christmas by a flat-footed Lesbian with Ian Curtis hair.

A young ginger-haired virgin in NHS spectacles and club foot is run over by a Triumph Toledo outside the Wigan branch of Food Giant in 1977, after the elderly driver has a heart attack and dies at the wheel.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on November 15, 2014, 02:51:22 pm
At the beginning of a long coach trip, a man who really likes mints realises he has lost his tube of Polos.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on November 15, 2014, 04:25:17 pm
Kim Kardashian's book of selfies.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on November 15, 2014, 04:30:33 pm
Three months after completing his graduate thesis analyzing the photographs of his heroes Henri Cartier-Bresson and Brassaï, a twenty-eight-year-old man working as an unpaid intern arranges a row of carrot sticks and celery on the craft services table for the Kim Kardashian "Break the Internet" photoshoot. 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on November 15, 2014, 05:46:18 pm
Nottingham, 2014. A 35 year old overweight and chin-strap bearded man in a white 'O2' rugby shirt with the collar turned up feels a strange stirring in his groin when his tall and chiselled brother in law smilingly brings him his eighth pint of watery Carling.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on November 15, 2014, 07:09:40 pm
A man gets the lead role in a critically-acclaimed Oscar-winning film.  He doesn't win any awards himself, but his performance in the film's big emotional climax is reductively memorialised in other ways:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9UDVyUzJ1g
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fat_abbott on November 15, 2014, 09:23:52 pm
Roger Grime, a 49 year old foster carer, mulls over whether to try and explain what he has just done to 7 year old Cassie, to his long suffering wife, Sheila, or just to club her to death with the same shovel.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fat_abbott on November 15, 2014, 09:32:59 pm
Legs numb from 30 minutes of sitting on the toilet trying to beat Level 302 of Candy Crush, spending £17.99 on extra lives and various helpers, Dave Walsh, a particularly greasy 46 year old self proclaimed "Life and Soul of the Party", throws his work issue iPhone 4s at the cold white tiled walls, it smashes into hundreds of pieces, he starts to cry thinking about how he is going to explain it to his boss on Monday.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Big Jack McBastard on November 16, 2014, 05:23:09 am
A middle aged man stands in his darkened childhood (and current) bedroom, glimpsing through the subtly contrived spaces between his curtains as the blisteringly pretty, whorishly dressed, yet virginal young girl over the road closes a taxi door as she heads out for another unimaginable night on the town.

He turns back to the perpetual empty darkness of his room and soul, masturbates to the thought of her then shovels cake into his face while playing online Boggle with a Swedish man until he hears her return some 5 hours later, whence he attempts a frenzied repeat of the self pollution, desperately charting her progress though the building catching glimpses of her as she closes curtains and finally heads upstairs.

He finishes himself off 3 minutes after the last sign of movement has passed, eyes angrily fixated on her darkened window with a mixture of frustrated rage and aching desire, flecks of foam at the corners of the mouth, tears welling in his sockets, jizz on his grey slacks.

Bjorn has disconnected.

Insomnia decides to join him in his rotten cot, it shall be his only such companion.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 17, 2014, 10:40:55 am
Unremarkable office worker Anton, 39, desperately runs to catch his morning train, the motion of which causes the lid to fly off his tupperware dish of  leftover vindaloo, spilling the entire contents all over his manbag, trousers, shoes and the platform. The uncaring train rolls slowly away, containing a beautiful redhead that he loves. Engrossed on Level 387 of Candy Crush, she's utterly oblivious to his existence.

As he desperately struggles with a wax jacket to mop up the slop, he catches sight of his own reflection in a nearby window, and accepts that he'll die alone.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on November 17, 2014, 11:52:38 am
A middle aged man, respected in his community and loved by his kind but ugly family accidentally hits "share on Facebook" above a particularly nasty bit of bestial pornography on a long-used but recently socially networked website. in his desperation to clear the shared link from his profile, he inadvertently records and posts a video of his frantic endeavours, revealing to the world his penchant for ladies support hosiery and hello kitty makeup.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 17, 2014, 01:26:01 pm
A fat, elderly Kilmarnock paedophile in an egg-stained 'Who's The Daddy?' T-shirt, slowly trundles on his mobility scooter past a dead badger on the boarded up housing estate where his uncle first fondled him.

A buck-toothed Monty Don lookalike loses the plot and smashes up his expensive Warhammer figures with a broken toaster, after being shunned by a fat ugly local woman on Tinder. After eventually regaining his composure, he sits crying in the dark surrounded by tiny shattered Orcs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on November 17, 2014, 01:46:50 pm
Martin's attempt to make himself feel better by donating to a UK charity which helps to keep pensioners warm this winter only makes him feel worse when his first newsletter arrives featuring a picture of 87-year old Ethel Maynard's blackened, smouldering corpse.

From the accompanying letter he discovers that his fifty pound donation had been used to help purchase Ethel a new front room heater with an undiscovered technical fault. He reads on to discover that Ethel and her cat Bernard had been burnt alive in the ensuing blaze. Her face is permanently seared into a mocking Joker-esque leer, as she stares back at him from her melted armchair. 'I did this' he thinks, sadly.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on November 17, 2014, 02:03:56 pm
A professional Ricky Gervais lookalike gorges on half-cold takeaway in his Vauxhall Astra, attempting to fill the void inside himself. He tells himself that the calories from the greasy chips will be offset by his exertions during the dance - the closer to the act he has just performed at an office Xmas party for Clarks shoes.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on November 17, 2014, 04:14:59 pm
A 29-year-old man with a peach-fuzz attempt at a mustache types and then deletes the number for the local police as he sits indecisively fuming over the fact that the residue in the pair of used panties he bought online is most certainly not authentic.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on November 17, 2014, 04:56:07 pm
John Fashanu bursting into his utility room then yelling 'AWOOGA' to a crescent of broken dolls.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on November 17, 2014, 04:58:54 pm
Kris Akabusi's honking laugh ruins a childs funeral.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on November 17, 2014, 05:54:30 pm
An 19 year old alcoholic cries tears of self pity as he drains the last bottle of hand sanitizer he stole from the local hospital when he was visiting his now dead Grandfather... The only person who ever loved him.

An emaciated pup is eaten alive by its own mother after their owner goes on an impromptu holiday to Fuengirola, and is strangled to death by a male prostitute,  his remains are never found.

A tramp picks out and eats the recognisable bits of pepperoni from a puddle of vomit.  They're still warm.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on November 17, 2014, 10:08:53 pm
Purple Aki tries his luck on the retro music hall scene by renaming himself Purple Askey. He tries to tell the social he hasn't been working on the side but  at the tribunal he hasn't got a leg to stand on..... I honestly don't know which part of this rambling shite is more desolate, my weak joke or that there might he a music hall revival.... I thang yew.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on November 17, 2014, 10:14:05 pm
NASA announce 'that's it'.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on November 18, 2014, 04:00:34 pm
The day after her dream wedding, 29 year old trainee social worker Megan Spinks discovers her husband uses the word "darkies" as a racial epithet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on November 18, 2014, 09:10:01 pm
A troubled schoolboy calls a member of Combat 18 'mum'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 18, 2014, 09:40:39 pm
A surprisingly hirsute university lecturer in his mid-40s sits in a Ned's Atomic Dustbin t-shirt at 3am on New Year's Day, reading gay Noddy fan fiction and bemoaning his still-intact virginity.

A grotesquely ugly simpleton in his 30s, with stumps for teeth and the mental age of a child, stands in a bus queue with his hands down his pants, trying to engage a repulsed young female student into a conversation about murdering prostitutes on 'Grand Theft Auto'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on November 19, 2014, 06:46:52 pm
Every day,  a hirsute bespectacled lady,  gets up from her seat on the train a full 5 minutes before her stop. She lives alone save for her faithful German Shepherd,  The Major. On returning the dog is keen with hunger,  the same as everyday.  It knows the procedure.  She smears the pouch of dog food into her unkempt twat,  as far in as she dares, and sits on the edge of a soiled armchair. 

The Major needs no invitation and greedily laps up the Winalot Prime,  just as he has done every day of his 12 year life.  That's 84 in dog years.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on November 19, 2014, 06:51:31 pm
That's 84 in dog years.

That went from bleak to "fucking hell" quickly.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: holyzombiejesus on November 19, 2014, 08:17:57 pm
I really really hope this venture works but every time I see the thread, I get a little knot forming in my stomach.

http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk/forums/index.php/topic,39252.0.html
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on November 19, 2014, 08:23:01 pm
A man visits North Eastern Hungary in the early winter, and standing among the horizon's fill of brown thickets, gnarled dead branches, clumps of grass and untilled land, realises in the fog and space that hugs him like a wreath of cold, that the desolation is surrounding.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on November 19, 2014, 08:49:30 pm
On the Northern line, a Chinaman falls asleep and dreams of liquid latex.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 19, 2014, 08:55:51 pm
A 6'7 schizophrenic man strips naked in a Disney Store at 4:56pm on Christmas Eve, and is tasered by police in front of an autistic step child.

A deaf young offender receives 'The Best of Olly Murs' as a Secret Santa gift.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on November 19, 2014, 09:08:21 pm
A 33 old Ricky Gervais lies in his bedroom cackling over Viz's Profanisaurus "AHAHAHAH Spaniels EEEEEAAARSS!! Wizard's SLEEEEEEAAVE!" The next day he goes into school/college/university/work and slips them into conversation pretending he made them up.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on November 19, 2014, 09:12:05 pm
A man wakes up in Ipswich.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 19, 2014, 09:28:01 pm
Jesus magically shows his face on a piece of toast belonging to a Dorset sex offender, but once again starving Africans are told to fuck off.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on November 19, 2014, 10:04:25 pm
The parents of a teenage boy is arguing over some shaving foam residue left on the bathroom mirror:
"I've told you a thousand times to clean up after yourself when you've shaved!"
"For fucks sake, I haven't shaved in a week. Here, let me have a taste... Yeah, that's semen"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dex Sawash on November 19, 2014, 10:26:23 pm
A 33 old Ricky Gervais lies in his bedroom cackling over Viz's Profanisaurus "AHAHAHAH Spaniels EEEEEAAARSS!! Wizard's SLEEEEEEAAVE!" The next day he goes into school/college/university/work and slips them into conversation pretending he made them up.

Very few days pass that I don't read this printed off entry saved from Roger's Profanisaurus

Quote
Clackervalve n.

The valve on the clacker. The nipsy, the ringpiece, the arsehole. 'Porphyria was powerless to resist. His eyes burned into hers like gravels. His muscular arms enfolded her body as she felt herself being swept away in a typhoid of passion. Tenderly, Sven lay her down on the ottoman, whipped off her scads and stuck his thumb up her clackervalve.' (from 'The Lady and the Swedish Football Manager' by Barbara Cartland).

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on November 19, 2014, 10:30:47 pm
A man loses the keys to his garage and bicycle locks on the same day he discovers he's developing a tertiary arse.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on November 19, 2014, 10:40:53 pm
An overly timid groom contracts a diarrheal virus the day before his long-planned wedding, and his valiant effort to make it through the ceremony goes horribly awry during the vows.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on November 19, 2014, 10:48:55 pm
A tern fails to feed its young.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Franny Joyce on November 19, 2014, 11:25:51 pm
I opened up my window and there was the whole fucking stupid world. I closed the window and sat down again.

and watched threads




Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hangthebuggers on November 19, 2014, 11:34:32 pm
Ghost of a baby.
Just a carrier bag in the wind.
Thank fuck for that.
Thought it was the ghost of a baby.
But just a carrier bag.
It's not even windy though.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on November 19, 2014, 11:45:13 pm
Adam Woodyatt, lost in Crowborough.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on November 20, 2014, 04:24:58 am
An alphabetized collection of porn VHS-cassettes prominent in your uncle's council house.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: soraya on November 20, 2014, 04:38:00 am
Listening to mid-morning local radio for two hours in the waiting room of an underfunded Citizens Advice Bureau - Try your own version of the two Ronnies mastermind sketch,  a great way to have a laugh with your mates at work, they said.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on November 20, 2014, 05:21:45 am
ISIS scowling at some VHSes of Mike and Angelo that they found.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on November 20, 2014, 05:25:31 am
A 14 year old boy sits cross-legged in the bedroom of his dad's flat, weeping. He's experimented too far this time; his helmet has come right off.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on November 20, 2014, 05:27:10 am
A fire in a BBC storage closet. Cosmo's eye has melted onto Dibs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on November 20, 2014, 05:31:57 am
Nobody remembered to fire Ray. He's still coming in to update all the Ceefax.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on November 20, 2014, 05:36:55 am
A 30 year old man (fat) sits in his studio apartment in America, watching the intro to The Family Ness on repeat as his wife sleeps feet away, and fails to buy a plane ticket to England in 1987 on Expedia.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on November 20, 2014, 05:54:25 am
http://www.wikifeet.com/
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 20, 2014, 09:07:46 am
A well-meaning Simon Weston utterly freaks out a group of nursery children at a summer fayre.

A man in his 50s watches on helplessly as a gaggle of creepers completely obliterate his lifesize replica of Canterbury Cathedral on Minecraft, seconds before the game Autosaves.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: holyzombiejesus on November 20, 2014, 09:33:41 am
Every day,  a hirsute bespectacled lady,  gets up from her seat on the train a full 5 minutes before her stop. She lives alone save for her faithful German Shepherd,  The Major. On returning the dog is keen with hunger,  the same as everyday.  It knows the procedure.  She smears the pouch of dog food into her unkempt twat,  as far in as she dares, and sits on the edge of a soiled armchair. 

The Major needs no invitation and greedily laps up the Winalot Prime,  just as he has done every day of his 12 year life.  That's 84 in dog years.

An Algerian rapist forces his way into some sheltered housing and buggers a 93 year old woman in her own bed. It is the first time a cock has been in her in 85 years.

Looking through the letterbox the aroused teenager spies the prone frame of Linda, a pretty twentysomething who has endured a lifetime of sexual abuse. She is naked and comatosed on valium. He kicks the door, it gives way easily as it has been kicked in each night this week. He and 3 others rape her where she lies. She wakes the next day unaware of what happened.

Fucks sake, why do so many of yours have to be about the degradation/ rape of women?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Birdie on November 20, 2014, 09:36:40 am
They do say 'write what you know.'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on November 20, 2014, 01:05:10 pm
Fucks sake, why do so many of yours have to be about the degradation/ rape of women?

Sorry,  am i not doing The Internet right?  There is no theme or agenda other than Desolation,  as the thread suggests.  Feel free to outline the topics that would be more in line with your pearl clutching mentality.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: soraya on November 20, 2014, 01:17:03 pm
A 13 year old foster child enters a taxi and isn't expected to pay a fare when she leaves it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 21, 2014, 12:05:48 pm
Pam, 38, a ruddy-faced hag with candy floss hair and epic gunt, lies to her work colleagues that she and her imaginery husband Steve have just suffered a miscarriage. Her loving colleagues organise  a whip-round and raise £204.17 for her, which Pam blows in a day on clockwork mice for her 19 cats and big rubber cocks for herself.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on November 21, 2014, 03:13:23 pm
Adam Woodyatt, lost in Crowborough.
Typing in Adam Woodyatt 'net worth' into Google after reading about the man on an internet forum. Being  doubly depressed to find that Danny Facking Dyer gets paid in more monkeys per year than Ian  Beale.

This happened last night. Walking down a foggy and dark country lane to find a local simpleton talking to hedge about the isles Scilly being at war with Holland for over 300 years.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on November 21, 2014, 08:22:43 pm
On a frosty day in County Offaly, a Nigerian taxi driver speeds down a minor road in his battered Volvo while tunelessly singing along to The Best of Bob Marley. He swerves dangerously around a convoy of cattle, scaring a cow.

The lube from a black buttplug stains an antique drawer.

A pebbledashed house.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Birdie on November 21, 2014, 08:29:03 pm
Sorry,  am i not doing The Internet right?  There is no theme or agenda other than Desolation,  as the thread suggests.  Feel free to outline the topics that would be more in line with your pearl clutching mentality.

Maybe steer clear of degradation of women and rape for a start?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on November 21, 2014, 08:31:50 pm
An elderly dementia sufferer runs a bath. Lowering himself into the tub he realises he has forgotten the cold water and withdraws his scalded sagging testes with a whimper.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: soraya on November 21, 2014, 08:32:27 pm
Maybe steer clear of degradation of women and rape for a start?

Yeah, this thread is about horrific, depressing things. The degradation of women and rape are incongruous with that theme.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on November 21, 2014, 08:36:45 pm
Quote from: T.S. Eliot
withdraws his scalded sagging testes with a whimper.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Birdie on November 21, 2014, 08:39:11 pm
Yeah, this thread is about horrific, depressing things. The degradation of women and rape are incongruous with that theme.
It's about making up stories for people to laugh at. 

Maybe the challenge could be to do that without referring to rape?

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 21, 2014, 09:45:25 pm
A well-meaning bald man, 33, new and finding his feet on a comedy forum, possibly oversteps the mark and feels a bit of a bastard about it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on November 21, 2014, 10:52:45 pm
An aging gerontophile has a funny turn and lies, hardly able to move, on the carpet in front of his TV. The Golden Girls is on. He can't reach the phone. He can, however reach inside his button fly. One last time, Betty.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: GentleJoshing on November 21, 2014, 11:12:27 pm
3.38pm on a Tuesday, he alt-tabs back from the forum posts to a PowerPoint presentation he keeps open for when he hears the boss approach. His mind is drawn back to an almost identical moment 10 years ago, could it even have been the same forum that day? A pang of nausea accompanies a moment of awareness of the fleeting flicker of light that is life.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on November 21, 2014, 11:50:14 pm
A man without a neck tries on a hat.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on November 22, 2014, 02:03:51 am
It's about making up stories for people to laugh at. 

Maybe the challenge could be to do that without referring to rape?
Could you also highlight any other subjects that aren't safe to laugh at in the Desolation thread? Because we've established,  by way of your moral barometer,  that incest,  abuse,  horror,  lonileness,  desperation and a myriad of personal hells,  are all there for people to laugh at.

Good clean fun,  obviously.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on November 22, 2014, 02:11:14 am
A man feeds seagulls dozens of paracetmol hidden inside bread from the window of his bedsit.

A child of 6 gives into peer pressure and throws a hamster at a wall.

An obese man collapses and dies of a stroke in chip shop.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Birdie on November 22, 2014, 03:55:12 am
There, i knew you could do it.  Well done.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on November 22, 2014, 09:44:16 am
It's nearly ten at night. Wilf calls 999 and says, "I'm going to bed now. Watch the house for me". The operator chuckles okay, Wilf. Goodnight. Wilf etches a notch on the wooden runner of his bed and awaits the Uprising.


this is a true thing. the names and sexes of the protagonist and the denouement of the situation may have been changed or dramatized.

__________________________________________________________________________________________

A handsome man enters a North Yorkshire greengrocers. He's there for root matter, but the kiwi crate takes his fancy. Only a couple remain, which he scoops up in a competent fashion. On lifting,he notes that one has a dead wasp affixed to its underside. He mentions it to the proprietor, who offers him a ten pence discount on the wasp-soiled fruit. He declines, makes his excuses and exits the store, watching as he does the grocer placing the now merely slightly smeared fuzzy Shrek bollock back into the crate.

this is a true thing, although the discount may not have been so generous

_______________________________________________________________________________________

I came home and walked into the living room, where I witnessed my father watching PlaySchool and pretending to grow into a tree. Go to bed too shocked to speak.

this I have nicked wholesale with several probable misrememberings from an Adrian Mole diary, by S. Townsend
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on November 22, 2014, 11:48:25 am
The worst takeaway ever delivered comes fifteen minutes late from the only Australian restaurant in South Dublin. The chips taste like cardboard and cold oil, the chicken is dry enough to suck all the water out of your body and the burger baps fall apart the second you pick them up. A negative review of the place on JustEat is rejected because of a reference to gangbangs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 22, 2014, 02:29:16 pm
A man with weeks to live wins tickets for Dapper Laughs, during the interval of a Mrs Browns Boy's tribute act at Mansfield Town FC, which he attended alone.

A Camden-based guinea pig dies of boredom, years before it's time.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on November 22, 2014, 11:01:30 pm
On the morning of the first day of school, physics teacher Guy Hughes absent mindedly reads from his bottle of shaving cream..."Patented ultra glide technology." With a faint smile he squirts a dollop into his hand and applies to his flaccid member; alone in the small bathroom of his empty Manchester home he begins to masturbate.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on November 22, 2014, 11:18:16 pm
A rape cries itself to sleep in Wellington
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on November 22, 2014, 11:26:49 pm
Whilst outside an unsuspecting lamppost accepts a bag of sweets from a passing orphan
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on November 22, 2014, 11:34:16 pm
On the morning of the first day of school, physics teacher Guy Hughes absent mindedly reads from his bottle of shaving cream..."Patented ultra glide technology." With a faint smile he squirts a dollop into his hand and applies to his flaccid member; alone in the small bathroom of his empty Manchester home he begins to masturbate.

He loses interest halfway through, timidly washes his hands, and leaves for work.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Indomitable Spirit on November 22, 2014, 11:59:44 pm
A man wins some meat in a raffle but can't find the ticket.

In 1994, a terminally ill boy is visited in hospital by Cobra from Gladiators.

A man ignores a phone call from his pregnant girlfriend whilst masturbating at work.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on November 23, 2014, 12:05:11 am


A man ignores a phone call from his pregnant girlfriend whilst masturbating at work.

One mans desolation is another mans paradise.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on November 23, 2014, 12:07:20 am
An old and lonely man walks scared through a rabble of inebriated students in Carnage t-shirts on his way home from the pub.

He's immediately reminded that he fought a world war for this.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on November 23, 2014, 12:07:42 am
~
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Indomitable Spirit on November 23, 2014, 12:10:12 am
A former Man United academy prospect signs for St Mirren.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on November 23, 2014, 10:37:29 am
Twin sisters telling each other they have no beauty, inside or out.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on November 23, 2014, 10:46:02 am
Realising that the days of his youth are now long behind him, Harry, now Harold, graduates from wanksocks to Huggies
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on November 23, 2014, 01:09:12 pm
After feeling a disturbance in the force, Adam trawls through his fb friends list and finds he has been unfriended by Joe.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on November 23, 2014, 02:46:08 pm
A man names his online dating profile after a Family Guy character.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on November 23, 2014, 03:11:45 pm
A mobile disco DJ's body is discovered slumped over his bed, still nuts-deep in his homemade fleshlight - a liver-lined Pringles can - that was wedged between mattress and bed.

A sadist spends Boxing Day dubbing a best of compilation culled from his You've Been Framed VHS tapes. He uses a label maker to print off the spine label: children's accidents vol. 2
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 23, 2014, 08:56:31 pm
Seconds after finishing off a sadness wank in a dingy Milton Keynes B&B, a down-on-his-luck Timmy Mallett opens the musty curtains and sees a dead cat on the roof of an abandoned prefab.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on November 23, 2014, 09:00:53 pm
A deal is struck in an opulent leather-clad boardroom. Millions of people will be fucked-over. Cigars are lit. Golf is discussed.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on November 23, 2014, 09:03:23 pm

Seconds after finishing off a sadness wank in a dingy Milton Keynes B&B, a down-on-his-luck Timmy Mallett opens the musty curtains and sees a dead cat on the roof of an abandoned prefab.

What's Tommy Boyd up to these days? He was brilliant on TalkSport.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hangthebuggers on November 23, 2014, 09:11:06 pm
A crashed ice cream van. It's been there for years at 'bottom of quarry, nobody went to help. Kids threw stones at it for a while. But soon turned when they realised the partially-paralysed ice cream man still has a functional business operating at the dead of night at 'bottom of quarry.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on November 23, 2014, 10:33:48 pm
9.13pm, Monday. Retired and sciatica stricken Linda Powell wearily irons her 43 year old son's polyester park keeper uniform for the morning, silently resigned to the thundering racket of full volume WWE Survivor Series booming through the papadum thin wall from the adjoining bedroom.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on November 24, 2014, 02:10:21 am
On a roadside verge near Bedford, an advanced horse whisperer softly coos the script of Equus to a perceptive, tethered foal.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Too Many Cochranes on November 24, 2014, 04:21:44 am
An Audience with Alan Titchmarsh.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: mook on November 24, 2014, 04:48:44 am
An Audience with Alan Titchmarsh.

(http://paulhollywood.kililive.com/PH_900x300.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on November 24, 2014, 05:28:41 am
A man lets out a toxic lungful of smoke with a wheeze: "Do you want to play Snakes & Ladders?"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on November 24, 2014, 09:38:40 am
2 nights at the Dublin Olympia
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on November 24, 2014, 09:50:48 am
As he adjusts his nostrils to the smell of dust and old people, Paul Hollywood looks across the vast arena in front of him and realises he is the only person in the entire Venue Cymru. Driving out of Llandudno in the darkness, he chips a tooth on a Greggs sausage roll.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 24, 2014, 10:20:11 am
Ernest Rigby, 93, returns to his hometown for one last sentimental visit. He asks his 71 year old son Gordon to take him to the old railway bridge where they would stand and wave at steam trains on gloriously sunny 1950s days. The Bridge is still there, but seriously delapidated, the railway long gone under the Beeching axe, replaced by a muddy footpath and weeds. A 13 year old crack addict walks past, listening to Dubstep on a stolen mobile phone, then spits onto a rusty coke can. A harsh misty rain starts coming down. 'Let's get you back in the car, dad.' says Gordon.

It is Britain, 2014.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on November 24, 2014, 10:20:37 am
A stray dog barks at a rent boy with learning difficulties, hesitantly the boy replies "£30 to go all the way" they walk off into the night together
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Indomitable Spirit on November 24, 2014, 12:11:39 pm
A woman burns a box of child pornography she found in her dead father's garage.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Indomitable Spirit on November 24, 2014, 12:14:28 pm
Richard Hammond forgets his daughter's name again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Neville Chamberlain on November 24, 2014, 12:17:33 pm
Popping down to your local delicatessen only to find they've run out of avocado and kale hummus. Fiddlesticks!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: mook on November 24, 2014, 12:25:06 pm
^i'm sure you've still got some hanging about in your beard from last week, you filthy dirty unwashed vegan* hipster thingamajig.






*not sure why, i always picture vegans as having very slack/poor personal hygiene.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Neville Chamberlain on November 24, 2014, 12:28:10 pm
I'll have you know I'm neatly cropped of hair, stubbly of beard, clean of skin and I wear a sturdy jean and a good shoe!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: mook on November 24, 2014, 12:34:44 pm
nope, not having that. you've got a full beard containing the remnants of at least four meals, you hacky-sack at every opportunity. your choice of personal transport would be one of those mountain bike looking penny-farthings. you've got at least two manual typewriters in your house. you like to carry a single string kite about, but never fly it. you have mis-matched pleather patches on the elbows of your cardigans, you smoke roth handle ziggeretten, du bist ein berliner...




i'm sorry, i really, really need a sleep.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Too Many Cochranes on November 24, 2014, 03:00:38 pm
Straight man of pop and Deejay Simon Mayo, who dedicated himself to broadcasting mundane radio and always kept a level head on his shoulders, drives around (adhering to speed limits) in his top of the range Lamborghini on his own. No one recognises who he is or cares anymore.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on November 24, 2014, 03:14:47 pm
Calpol reboots itself with only colour, taste and scent free flavour available.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Indomitable Spirit on November 24, 2014, 05:07:25 pm
David Attenborough uses the term "half-caste" during an appearance on the Radio 4's Today programme.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Indomitable Spirit on November 24, 2014, 05:24:56 pm
Comedian Bobby Davro is at the centre of a bizarre divorce row after his friend’s wife flashed her breasts at him during an alcohol-fuelled internet video call.
The comic’s friendship with Marianne Dobson is said to have devastated her husband, former TV magician Wayne Dobson, who is now divorcing his wife of seven years.
 (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2798979/bobby-davro-centre-divorce-row-tv-magician-s-wife-flashed-breasts-online-video-chat.html)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ElTopo on November 24, 2014, 10:01:38 pm
A drunken hen party staggers through Blackburn town centre, flashing their breasts at passing cars. On seeing a bus approaching, one of the group excitedly shouts "Let's do it to them, Mum!".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on November 24, 2014, 10:07:20 pm
A man is handed his stag do team t-shirt, and sighs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Guy on November 24, 2014, 10:29:33 pm
The bowels of a newly-homeless man stage a rebellion, causing him to soil his last pair of clean pants as he stands outside Currys.digital. The tellies in the window show multiple Ian Hislops guffawing at the antics of Silvio Berlusconi.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on November 25, 2014, 05:09:13 pm
A Top Gear runner tweezers out a curlicue hair from her teeth and represses vomit, before telling herself she's only got the Gimp left to fellate before she doesn't ever work for the BBC again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: paolozzi on November 25, 2014, 07:04:15 pm
A recently widowed, drunk, middle-aged man buys a scratch card as the local shop shuts up on a Tuesday night. He uses the dim glow of some overnight lighting coming from inside a nearby Chinese takeaway to help him see if he's won anything. He checks twice, squinting the second time, before burping and giving up.

In the morning, the takeaway owner sweeps the scratch card from his doorstep into the gutter. Three £10,000 are printed onto it, with the third one having two zeros still covered having been left unscratched. It rains around noon and the card sails into the drain.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on November 25, 2014, 07:18:56 pm
Catching Jake Thingray masturbating over a picture of 80's, family entertainer, Billy Pearce. For some strange reason Jake was also wearing flippers.

See I told you I was going to tell!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on November 25, 2014, 07:49:36 pm
Man buys himself a Prefab Sprout CD for Christmas
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on November 25, 2014, 08:27:41 pm
Two young ladies working in Tory campaign planning get all dolled up to see Linkin Park at the O2.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on November 25, 2014, 09:04:38 pm
A grown man with a family gets enraged at a football score and stamps on a single Petit Filous yoghurt causing it to explode all over the fucking place.

A hairlipped man watches excitedly from the public gallery as an innocent stranger is sent to jail for a serious sexual assault that he perpetrated. Later that night he punches fuck out of a camp student in the toilets of Campus after he rejects his sexual advances.

A polar bear develops a taste for used nappies.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Jake Thingray on November 25, 2014, 09:09:00 pm
Catching Jake Thingray masturbating over a picture of 80's, family entertainer, Billy Pearce. For some strange reason Jake was also wearing flippers.

See I told you I was going to tell!

In my defence, this, (NSFW), was the photo.

http://pimpandhost.com/image/show/id/4082317][url]http://pimpandhost.com/image/show/id/4082317 (http://[url)[/url]

Pearce had swapped his George Formby impression for one of Derek Aylward.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on November 25, 2014, 09:11:47 pm
A crow shivers on Newport Transporter Bridge.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on November 25, 2014, 09:54:28 pm
A skink realises that it is inconsequential.

A lonely man sets up a skink appreciation society but dies the following day
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 26, 2014, 11:54:31 am
On a Walsall council estate, an obese toddler pokes a dead sparrow into a dirty puddle with a broken Poundland kite.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on November 26, 2014, 01:11:39 pm
A man pretends to be a racist in order to attract some activity to his match.com profile.

A pensioner who never once found love eats fish fingers from a mug while absent-mindedly weeping during a Blind Date rerun on Challenge.



Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on November 26, 2014, 02:08:31 pm
A widowed, septuagenarian grandfather is refused his money back for an Etch A Sketch he bought his grandson for Christmas in a declining toy shop, after his daughter tells him cheerfully that little Ruskin will be getting an iPad from his 'other grandies' in Jersey this year.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on November 26, 2014, 02:11:09 pm
An ageing Humpty Dumpty pummels a ragged Jemima to smithereens after a 16 hour drinking session, whilst Hamble wanks off Little Ted in the grot box.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 26, 2014, 02:27:32 pm
After a messy divorce, a fat-bottomed Doncaster man in a stained Red Dwarf t-shirt watches Das Boot 5 times in a row whilst drunk on cheap rum, before passing out. As he lies in a sad pile of humanity in his own vomit, his loyal beagle bounds up and sniffs his arse for 3 whole minutes.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on November 27, 2014, 08:46:46 am
(http://news.bbcimg.co.uk/media/images/79306000/jpg/_79306890_459595040.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Indomitable Spirit on November 27, 2014, 11:04:45 am
The grave of Dustin Gee lies untended for over a decade.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: massive bereavement on November 27, 2014, 11:19:58 am
The grave of Dustin Gee lies untended for over a decade.

.... as the last memory of his being fades with Les Dennis' deteriorating condition in Brinsworth House.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on November 27, 2014, 12:18:13 pm
Driven nearly insane by curiosity Claude finally relents and downloads the channel five player app for his tablet. He is found by relatives two days later hanging from the beams in his garage.

A man spins his eyeballs around in their sockets, to censor his thoughts. He ends up falling in love with his hippocampus and elopes with it to Gretna Green. On the wedding night he kills himself by trying to remove his brain through his nose - with his penis.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 27, 2014, 02:23:27 pm
Lonely 87 year old Maude buys a picture frame from Home Bargains and leaves the generic black and white family picture inside it, passing the smiling occupants off as her own family.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on November 27, 2014, 02:28:10 pm
A 34 year old lonely virgin who is a member of the Ford Capri enthusiast club attempts to pass off a framed picture of a glamour model next to his bed as his genuine girlfriend.


I shared a room with this guy back in my navy days.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: copyingdogs on December 02, 2014, 11:48:03 am
A lottery winner, whose wife left him just 2 weeks after they won the jackpot, gets into a compulsive cycle of doing this, daily, in his medium sized paved yard.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUqqWoAWSkI
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 02, 2014, 11:59:57 am
Rod Hull, in a pile of shattered glass, his conscious fading, looks over to a dusty Emu sat forlornly in the corner of the room, next to a TV screen full of white noise. Everything goes black, forever.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on December 02, 2014, 12:16:46 pm
A new mum has emails SuperDry enquiring about clothing discounts should her newborn be stamped with a SD logo. The reply starts with Lol!, middles with a list of incentives and ends with xxx
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on December 02, 2014, 12:39:50 pm
A man physically swoons at the thought of owning a 2008 Vauxhall Vectra.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hound Of The Basketballs on December 02, 2014, 01:13:57 pm
An enthusiastic, pretty and dim porn starlet-in-the-making brings her mother along to a 'POV' blowjob shoot. Ma winces in the background as daughter gags on cock for the camera.

Saw that yesterday, by mistake.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 02, 2014, 01:51:59 pm
A bald Plymouth office worker with teeth like popcorn and a username on Adultwork, invites all of his colleagues for an evening drink on the day of his retirement.

Everyone says they'll go.

No-one actually goes.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on December 02, 2014, 02:46:43 pm
Two postmen fail at making a ham sandwich
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on December 02, 2014, 05:50:08 pm
Beverley leaves her volunteering work at the Dogs Trust to take up a less satisfying unpaid internship at Saatchi & Saatchi
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on December 02, 2014, 07:29:56 pm
Amateur pornographer Mike Angle is warned by police over his latest release "Watersports Wolverhampton"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on December 03, 2014, 12:49:05 am
The faithful are distraught that on returning to earth the first thing Jesus does is get a forehead tattoo, it is a home designed cock and balls motif.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 03, 2014, 11:06:07 am
A greasy, unemployed man, who briefly had a speaking part on Byker Grove in 1994, spends 6 days solid in his Ponteland bedsit, downloading 1,369 soon-to-be-illegal porn images. He saves them onto an external hard drive, and after finishing a cold Cheese Pastie, hides the cyber stash in a secret cubby hole just above his disgusting chain-flush toilet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on December 04, 2014, 05:04:37 pm
A grown man spends a non-negligible portion of his week defending Star Wars: Episode I, The Phantom Menace on an internet webforum.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on December 04, 2014, 06:39:09 pm
A jolly, rotund but extremely pissed doctor in a red bow tie is met with a stoney scowl when he turns to a young mother with a screaming baby in a busy Post Office queue and chuckles "I think we both know what he wants!"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hangthebuggers on December 04, 2014, 07:32:15 pm
You've been a Taxi driver for the last few weeks. Pretty good, you know all the shortcuts, the best times of these wretched streets and junctions. You can take fleet street on a good 40, whatever the hell that means.

You're a bit chirpy, you take interest in your passengers. How's life? Bloody weather eh? You tell your passengers that you wish there were MORE immigrants if anything. You don't like to be typecast. You get a name as being a bit of a maverick. A cool cat amongst the pigeons. Even the rival taxi drivers are wary of you. A silent nod as you pass the ABC fleet street yellow cabs. Lowered eyes amongst the Black cab crew. Not so much of a beep as you pass down King street, as you roll past the 292 rank. You pass the lower district, your foggy headlights shining amongst the dagger-like rain. A thumb, a woman no less. Dressed all in black. Red lipstick. A black rose at her breast.

'You going to Orlean street?', she says in a husky voice (quite loudly to be honest, as all your windows are all up and she's still about thirty feet away down the road), you remain quiet and pull up alongside her. You wind down your window all cool. You then wind down the other window, the one closer to her.

'Wanna ride? I can take you to Orlean street, wherever the hell that is'.

She jumps in. You risk a glance at the rear view window (as is standard practice in all safe driving regulations and you insist she fastens her seatbelt, otherwise you'd be liable in court should anyone injure themselves in your vehicle). The coast is clear, no approaching vehicles who might be closer than they actually look. You take drive North.

'Mind if I smoke?', her cat like eyes flick over yours in the mirror.

'No, I'd rather you put it out, it's a no smoking vehicle'

She licks her lips and winks and lights up the cigarette, blowing out a puff of blue smoke. Her eyes like pools of shadow in the dancing light.

'Oi! I just told you to fucking put that cig out. Do you wanna get out the fucking cab? You'll cost me my job. OI... stop it... Stop smoking in my Cab!'

---


We zoom out. To reveal you've been sat in a cardboard box for two weeks. You're using a frozen pizza as a steering wheel and a banana for a gear stick. The smell of burnt plastic is emanating from the oven in the nearby kitchen. It's the real steering wheel melting in the oven. No sign of any passengers

LOUD KNOCKING AT THE DOOR. IT'S THE POLICE.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on December 06, 2014, 09:32:35 pm
Desolation is so linked to what I feel that it acquires the facility of a reflex.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on December 06, 2014, 09:33:46 pm
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-london-30359012

This headline.

And the event, obviously.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on December 06, 2014, 09:39:46 pm
Bus, rape, derelict pub - that wins I think. Incredibly bleak.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 06, 2014, 09:43:23 pm

Desolation:

A balding man in ill-fitting suit eating a dessert in a deserted, cheap diner. His eyes briefly meet mine and I understand.


I pass the same diner tonight, it is empty.

I enter and take a seat in the same space as the balding man I saw all those weeks ago.

After the main meal, I order a Tiramisu and look out into the night.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 10, 2014, 02:55:23 pm
A bald office worker in a faded Berghaus cagoul, his best years behind him, purchases a '50% off' Rustler's Cheesburger from the Dundee branch of Poundland, on the coldest day of the year so far. He's forgotten it's the 16th Anniversary of his mother's death from a pulmonary embolism.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: The Beached Torpedoes on December 10, 2014, 03:13:26 pm
An Englishman, even if he is alone on board a pirate ship, forms an orderly queue of one to walk the plank.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on December 10, 2014, 03:19:30 pm
http://www.rhylsuncentre.co.uk

Unemployed and running out of options, the first thing I did upon the opening of that webpage was navigate to the 'vacancies' section.

http://www.rhylsuncentre.co.uk/images/Application_form_-_R2b_CLL_Seasonal_Application_form.pdf (http://www.rhylsuncentre.co.uk/images/Application_form_-_R2b_CLL_Seasonal_Application_form.pdf)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on December 10, 2014, 05:45:29 pm
In the absence of a toothpick, a Cardiff 'wide boy' breaks a sliver off a wooden chip fork,  checks his 'bad self' and makes his entrance to a Wetherspoons teeming with office workers on Xmas nights out.

Straight from the office Xmas party,  man stabs the inside of his mouth quite badly with a blue plastic chip fork as he wolfs down a saveloy and chips.

A beloved family dog chokes on a chip fork that has been idly pushed inside a discarded section of saveloy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on December 10, 2014, 05:55:19 pm
A man decides to kill himself after assembling the plastic Christmas tree he bought in 1997.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on December 10, 2014, 05:57:08 pm
A clown's bloated corpse has its perma-rictus face picked apart by three nihilistic perch in a Bedfordshire gravel pit.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on December 10, 2014, 06:13:36 pm
Geoff Hurst is booked as Garth Crooks's This Is My on WILTY?

A lettuce wilts in a greengrocer's fat hands.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Povidone on December 10, 2014, 07:56:56 pm
A desolation thread is started on a comedy forum sometime in 2014. Posts frequently begin with the words 'a bald...'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on December 10, 2014, 09:22:48 pm
The desolation expressed by a gorilla's eyes. A funereal mammal. I am descended from that gaze.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on December 10, 2014, 10:20:51 pm
It's popular and pretty Stephanie's leaving do. In a last ditch attempt to feel vaguely attractive, quiet and nervous never-man Will is wearing a tight plastic biker jacket he found in Cash Converters. It fits neither his torso nor his personality. As the evening unfolds, he sweats profusely over the same fiver's worth of flat piss in a Peroni glass as the bragging, squealing and Desperados chugging intensifies around him. At 23:26, he marches out of the Slug and Lettuce unnoticed and heads straight to the railway station. He has a destination.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: mook on December 11, 2014, 08:58:46 am
there is a section on iplayer called "captain slow and the hamster." go on, have a look.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 11, 2014, 09:13:07 am
alan misses the last bus leaving Kent. He doesn't begrudge the fact that his best mate, thom, managed to jump on board just in time, leaving him at the mercy of the local bumpkins and their pitchforks.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on December 11, 2014, 02:23:48 pm
How long before, Napalm Death becomes piped music in McDonald's?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: mook on December 11, 2014, 02:52:50 pm
~23 minutes.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on December 11, 2014, 03:06:13 pm
A troubled man tries and fails to leave the house. Pretending to himself it was always the plan, he has a sleep in the hallway, still wearing the ripped and dirty orange-lined green parker. In his sleep he hums the theme to Airwolf.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ElTopo on December 11, 2014, 10:31:14 pm
A troubled, balding man leaps through the still-opening doors of a Boris-bus, and dashes down the Strand, weaving in-and-out of cunts squinting at their iPhones. He glances at his Casio watch. He's going to be late. Again.

"Fuck!" goes his brain, as he realises being late twice in one week results in a "sit-down" with HR in a meeting room called "Growth".

In desperation, he throws a grenade at himself, but it bounces off and rolls into "Pret a Manger". It doesn't go off.

The End
by ElTopo
 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on December 11, 2014, 11:39:49 pm
A 14 date Oasis reunion sells out in under 3 minutes.

The first Stone Roses album is sometimes regarded as the finest ever recorded.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Eggs on December 12, 2014, 12:03:48 am
https://twitter.com/fredtalbotitv
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 12, 2014, 07:47:20 am
A troubled, balding man leaps through the still-opening doors of a Boris-bus, and dashes down the Strand, weaving in-and-out of cunts squinting at their iPhones. He glances at his Casio watch. He's going to be late. Again.

"Fuck!" goes his brain, as he realises being late twice in one week results in a "sit-down" with HR in a meeting room called "Growth".

In desperation, he throws a grenade at himself, but it bounces off and rolls into "Pret a Manger". It doesn't go off.

The End
by ElTopo
Four Lions 2?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 12, 2014, 07:48:17 am
https://twitter.com/fredtalbotitv

Oh Christ - this is a gem

Quote
Again tonight
Loads is shooting stars so make a wish ever time as life us special. Now 500 mikes east  of St. Kitts and 25c
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: biggytitbo on December 12, 2014, 08:07:02 am
Settling down in a lonely bedsit on Christmas day with one of these -

(http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2013/12/21/article-0-1A3B1A6900000578-461_634x503.jpg)

Shit, the microwave is broken too, I'll have to suck it cold like a Christmas dinner ice lolly.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 12, 2014, 08:48:26 am
Settling down in a lonely bedsit on Christmas day with one of these -

(http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2013/12/21/article-0-1A3B1A6900000578-461_634x503.jpg)

Shit, the microwave is broken too, I'll have to suck it cold like a Christmas dinner ice lolly.

Scrumptious, and I'm not talking about the turkey dinner.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 12, 2014, 08:54:37 am
54 year old driving instructor Malcolm, a lifelong batchelor and Prog Rock fan, gazes longingly at the exposed thigh of an 18 year old Emo girl whilst explaining the three-point-turn during a midday driving lesson.

Later that day, surrounded by pieces of Hornby trains and a half-finished replica of Whitby Railway Station, he masturbates himself into oblivion in a dank bedroom. The vinyl version of 'Owner of A Lonely Heart' by Yes plays forlornly to itself in an adjoining room.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on December 12, 2014, 11:00:35 am
A fifteen-year-old girl wakes up from a two-year coma.  Though her parents are initially overjoyed, they are told that she has suffered severe brain damage and will likely only live another month or so.  Teary-eyed and full of love for their dying infant, intent on giving her the best last months possible, they approach her bedside and ask what her one greatest wish would be.  Anything, anything at all.  She looks up at them and a small smile spreads across her lips for the first time in over two years:

"I want the singer from my favourite ever band to come and visit me here ... if you could make that dream come true, I think I would die happy ..."

Her parents' faces drop.  They know that their daughter's long-term favourite band is Lostprophets.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on December 12, 2014, 11:47:26 am
In a dentists' waiting room, a man chuckles at the latest immigration cartoon in the Daily Mail. He makes a note of the phone number underneath so he can order a print for himself.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 12, 2014, 02:37:17 pm
A haggard man with unkempt moustache and an overcoat smelling of dead pigeons, sits in a battered Volvo 240 with his faithful, cancer-ridden labrador, ogling a queue of first year student girls outside a Gene concert in 1995.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on December 13, 2014, 02:14:34 am
A 43 year old man digs out an old VHS copy of his fleeting 1991 appearance on ITV's Get Stuffed!! in an attempt to bond with his only child on custody day.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on December 13, 2014, 02:35:26 am
A 68 year old man digs out a VHS copy of his fleeting model effects work on Star Wars in an attempt to bond with his grandson, only to find out it's the 1997 Special Edition and his two-second shot of an X-wing has been replaced with CGI. His grandson doesn't believe he worked on the film and calls him a liar.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on December 13, 2014, 03:24:46 am
A man wearing a cowboy hat is riding the tube. There is complete silence. The man is intensely looking down at the floor. It wasn't supposed to be like this, there were supposed to be banter. It was supposed to be a conversation-starter, an ice-breaker. The man's head, buzzing with all the quips he was ready to produce at any moment, pre-written, proper quality. Nothing but uncomfortable, suffocating, intense silence.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sherringford Hovis on December 13, 2014, 04:28:47 am
Christmas 2015 - the handsome and mellifluous owner of a long-running comedy website reaps his long-overdue fortune from publishing a top-selling, critically acclaimed coffee-table book featuring a 'best of' miscellany from popular threads about supposedly fictional desolate or bleak situations. Co-incidentally, a significant majority of the fancily fonted vignettes he selects to be printed therein are in actuality true accounts of situations suffered by his anchorite forumites.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on December 13, 2014, 07:27:50 am
A hungover man notices he left one of the electric hobs on all night. He rolls his eyes in self-deprecation. He lives alone.

A 28 year old systems analyst finishes a bag of Maltesers on his break. The last one is hollow. He considers contacting the company, but he's already binned the wrapper and doesn't want to google the details at work. Eventually he forgets.

A young woman working in a takeaway in Pontefract answers the phone with a put-on Chinese accent. Mr Lau told her to do it.

A flyfisherman drops his inhaler over the edge of his boat on Loch Rannoch. He stares into the ripples for a moment, then decides to row back, slowly.

A 59 year old barmaid.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 13, 2014, 10:20:44 am
Peter Andre's Christmas album features a cover of Driving Home for Christmas among the usual schlock.

(http://www.hidebux.com/browse.php?u=DW9T0%2BIT2GWwFZLCoHmNGK0KuXydZ%2Bki%2BEtObfnU5lcLHPiO0pbLqDX7FZ3v8jPG&b=5)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on December 13, 2014, 11:47:43 am
A man suffers from phantom penis syndrome.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on December 13, 2014, 11:51:51 am
A one-winged bat farts through the driving rain and night air like an untied balloon before crashing into a wet sandpit full of rusted Coke cans, children's knee blood and eleven spent prophylactics.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: finnquark on December 13, 2014, 11:57:06 am
A 27 year old man in his work suit repeatedly rides a flume at his local leisure centre, holding a briefcase full of admin in one hand and a can of weak lager in another.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 13, 2014, 12:46:24 pm
A 13 year old miscreant tries to write 'Fuck Off' on a wheelie bin outside an old person's home to impress his mates, but runs out of ink after only two letters. In frustration, he goes to kick a 7up can at a seagull, but misses completely.

A three-legged calf gets stuck in a Pennines cattle grid during a thunderstorm.

A pensioner soils himself in the front row of a televised indoor bowls tournament, a few seats away from Alan Titchmarsh.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: shiftwork2 on December 13, 2014, 01:58:02 pm
Too much emphasis on the admittedly fertile ground of older single fellas.  How about:

A 28 year old man drags his three young children into a packed Argos on a Saturday before Christmas.  The two year old is about to erupt into full tantrum mode and there is a 60 minute bus journey home.  The man could have been in the pub with his friends chatting about books, music, films, football, current affairs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 13, 2014, 02:47:56 pm
 Alan Titchmarsh soils himself on a visit to an old peoples home to comfort a recently humiliated war veteran
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on December 13, 2014, 03:43:40 pm
An elderly lady slips and breaks her hip on a stripey corner shop carrier bag that's been used to pick up dogshit then discarded.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 13, 2014, 04:23:53 pm
An elderly lady slips into her final sleep, her last memory is of her maniacally grinning husband buggering their youngest son to death
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on December 13, 2014, 05:18:48 pm
They're not supposed to take Scottish banknotes, but she feels sorry for the old woman. Mr Patel docks a tenner from her wages.

An Irishman in the Emerald Club in Wolverhampton loudly complains about immigrants, then has a sad moment of realisation. He's quiet for the rest of the night.

Dylan isn't sure whether to say jalapenos the fancy way or the normal way, so he doesn't ask for any. He immediately regrets it.

A dad takes his son to the London Eye. He doesn't think it'll be open, but unfortunately it is. It's a bit dear.

I order a KFC Boneless Banquet with beans as the side. I get to the table and notice they forgot to give me a fork. I'm too embarrassed to go back to the counter and ask, so I put the tub of beans in my backpack to take home.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on December 13, 2014, 05:45:43 pm
An elderly lady slips into her final sleep, her last memory is of her maniacally grinning husband buggering their youngest son to death

Stay for me there. I will not fail,
To me thee in that hollow vale.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on December 14, 2014, 06:07:20 am
51 year old Mark from Brockenhurst finds his old leather trousers in a drawer, but can't muster up the courage.

A man in a Fiat 500L asks directions to Cradley Heath. "You're already here" the teen replies.

A student is watching Babestation late one night when one of the girls accidentally flashes her fanny for a second. He has a wank then immediately draughts his complaint to Ofcom. He never sends it.

A company director on a plane does that joke about people looking like ants. His colleague is obliged to laugh.

"You're like the guy from the Big Bang Theory" "Which one?" "All of them really"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on December 14, 2014, 09:28:56 am
A curtain wholesaler is sick.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 14, 2014, 12:43:07 pm



A company director on a plane does that joke about people looking like ants. His colleague is obliged to laugh.


Ants ahoi!!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on December 14, 2014, 04:42:26 pm
After coming back from the loo, a man sees he has six minutes saved up on Sky+ live pause. He hits Channel Down by mistake and all is lost.

Green Party supporter Jenna sees a picture of Nigel Farage's son and is ashamed that he's hot.

POOL CLOSED DUE TO INCEDENT [sic]

Frank is disappointed by the picture quality. He wonders about his priorities then reluctantly unzips.

"Ever seen Fresh Meat? There's a guy in that's just like you." I haven't, but I don't need to ask. I already know.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: clingfilm portent on December 14, 2014, 05:42:49 pm
Someone with no stake in the company vehemently defends McDonald's on an internet comedy messageboard.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on December 14, 2014, 05:54:52 pm
In a last ditch attempt to stay relevant, Keith's Burger Van goes all Argos-y.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on December 14, 2014, 07:03:10 pm
A scarecrow yearns to cry.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on December 14, 2014, 07:12:00 pm
A morbidly obese family waits in Asda to pay for their trolley full of Dr Oetker pizzas and large bottles of full fat coke.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on December 14, 2014, 07:15:15 pm
A reluctant lad feigns mental dereliction to get out of childhood.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 14, 2014, 09:09:41 pm
37 year old Chris from Leeds STILL talks about the time he met Jan Aage Fjortoft at Elland Road in 1994.

Daventry woman Lisa, 47, buys overpriced tampons and a reduced price creme egg at her local off-licence at 9:56 on a Sunday night. The proprietor, Mr Patel, makes no attempt to smile or be friendly - he never does.

A pasty, ugly man in a 1998 England shirt stands gormlessly looking at Sickipedia on his phone whilst his wife struggles to get their two young kids out of a trolley, in a supermarket car park in Lincoln. It's just started raining.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Captain Z on December 14, 2014, 11:17:29 pm
A messageboard devoted to UK comedy invites submisssions to a thread simply titled 'Desolation'. It is the most popular thread for months.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on December 15, 2014, 04:27:08 am
The deputy-head leaves the secretary's office with his zip open. He sees some pupils, and knows that they will turn his innocent mistake into a nasty rumour. They do.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on December 15, 2014, 05:52:29 pm
"Oh fuck it's a diesel isn't it? Oh fuck. Oh fuck!"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: clingfilm portent on December 15, 2014, 06:08:51 pm
An elderly lady slips into her final sleep,

Less of shite like this, ta.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 15, 2014, 07:11:41 pm

Less of shite like this, ta.

Eh? Ta
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: clingfilm portent on December 15, 2014, 07:55:39 pm
Just seems needlessly horrible, I mean I get the gist of the thread but stuff like that just leaves a bad taste. s'all I'm sayin.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on December 15, 2014, 07:59:59 pm
Can we make young people die in our stories?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: clingfilm portent on December 15, 2014, 08:04:20 pm
Four fucking wheels and a seat.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 15, 2014, 08:23:40 pm

Just seems needlessly horrible, I mean I get the gist of the thread but stuff like that just leaves a bad taste. s'all I'm sayin.

Ok, yes it was a bit taut, but a response to the previous post with a plunge
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on December 15, 2014, 08:41:55 pm
Can we make young people die in our stories?
And men... only young men.  Otherwise the sound of pearls being clasped,  noses pinging out of joint and necks being unwound may becoming deafening.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on December 15, 2014, 08:44:14 pm
A comedy forum lurker reads a thread of fictitious 'desolation' scenarios, and, after ten years on the sidelines, decides to sign up and contribute a real gem.

He dies.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 15, 2014, 08:45:51 pm
Thomas comes of age and kills a man gruffly
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on December 15, 2014, 08:51:05 pm
An unemployable housewife buys 2 copies of Take a Break as she REALLY wants to win a prize this week.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on December 15, 2014, 08:51:19 pm
A bus driver has a stroke the very moment he cuts into his bus-shaped bus drivers retirement cake. The party is held on a bus. The bus rushes him to hospital but he dies on the bus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on December 15, 2014, 10:46:05 pm
A stork delivers a parcel containing a miscarriage.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on December 15, 2014, 11:04:38 pm
A lovely thatched cottage near a babbling brook. This idyllic location could be the home of a good witch from a children's story, you feel.

And then, you hear a voice from inside: "I told you not to cum in me fucking gob 'ole you cowson".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on December 15, 2014, 11:33:15 pm
Greg and Anne throw a fancy dress party. Anne's brother shows up in a long wig. Greg never looks at her the same way again. They split up by Christmas.

A 23 stone truck driver watches Storage Hunters UK, but it isn't as good as the American one. There's nothing on, but he watches it anyway. There's still nothing on so he watches it again on Dave ja vu. It would have been his daughter's birthday.

"Howiya Ciaran, the usual?" "Er, sure." I am not Ciaran. The barman is my neighbour. The pint is mediocre.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Crabwalk on December 15, 2014, 11:59:34 pm
Bruce Johnstone slowly puts on the 'I Love Surfing' T-shirt that Mike Love ordered him to wear.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on December 16, 2014, 05:21:49 am
Dessolation - the Krakatoa east of Java levels of pent up anxiety at the realisation you may have to spend an afternoon in the company of someone who's preffered choice of footwear is the sandal.

It's freezing outside you stupid cunt put some shoes on.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Birdie on December 16, 2014, 06:53:45 am
Eh? Ta

I thought that one was a bit much too Blodders - a bit out of character for you.

most everything else in this thread is top notch desolation.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on December 16, 2014, 07:35:18 am
I find a week-old tub of KFC beans in my backpack.

A bearded man in Romsey buys too many gigot chops.

A receptionist called Leah makes that joke about Scotch eggs.

An off-duty ambulance driver is disappointed to find out that Longstanton Spice Museum isn't real.

Jeremy looks so young that the escort asks him for ID.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 16, 2014, 10:06:41 am
It's a desolation thread, not Cliff Richards' greatest tits.

I'm sorry for any harm that the imaginary son of undetermined age may have suffered in my text
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on December 16, 2014, 12:13:24 pm
Heinz spaghetti hashtags in tomato sauce gets greenlit by the committee.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on December 16, 2014, 12:41:55 pm
Eammon Holmes lies in bed, trying to fall sleep. Instead of counting sheep, he imagines placing all his enemies into a giant wicker man constructed in his back garden. While a naked Anthea Turner screams as her hair bursts into flames and a weeping Vernon Kaye begs for his life, Eammon slips into a deep and untroubled slumber.

Nigel Farage borrows a DVD labelled 'best bits' from David Irving.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 16, 2014, 01:12:46 pm
2 days before Christmas, and a wife and her two teenage sons sit in their car in the dark, waiting for the husband to come out of Londis with a jar of stir-in sauce and a loaf of bread. All three have their faces buried in their Smartphones, a ghostly blue hue illuminating them.

There is no conversation.

There is no laughter.

There is no joy.

There is no sense of wonder.

There is no acknowledgement of anything beyond the Tiny. Glowing. Screens.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on December 16, 2014, 01:51:27 pm
A charmless dentist unknowingly describes his wife's tits as "sorry but their looken like fleshy   womble's heads darlin",on RateMyGF

Outside an elderly psychiatric ward, Care Support Worker Stevens scrubs the mince pie, mouse and mucus smear from the Friends' Garden's wildlife corner, whilst damply daydreaming of Joey Essex.

Meanwhile inside, the ruddy-necked day manager berates Mrs Tullet for attempting a jazzy star jump.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 16, 2014, 02:45:22 pm
A 39 year old single Macclesfield woman with five severely autistic kids aged between 4 and 23, accepts that she has absolutely nothing to look forward to, save the 5-hours-a-week respite she gets as a cleaner in a local young offenders institute. Both her parents are dead.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on December 16, 2014, 02:49:20 pm
A 39 year old single Macclesfield woman with five severely autistic kids aged between 4 and 23, accepts that she has absolutely nothing to look forward to, save the 5-hours-a-week respite she gets as a cleaner in a local young offenders institute. Both her parents are dead.
oof
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on December 16, 2014, 03:48:59 pm
Bubbly Tina and Easily Phil are unhappily married but staying together for the sake of the furniture. This Christmas Phil makes an advent calendar with pictures of his wife's miscarriages behind each of the doors. While Tina digs up Phil's recently decapitated Jack Russel and places it in a shoe box under the tree. It's their turn to have Grandma Silv this year. Silv likes to open her wrists after the Queens speech.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on December 16, 2014, 04:55:19 pm
A boy gets his first erection while shooting a cat with his air rifle.

A 57 year old Mylene Klass stalker takes a sickie and spends an entire Tuesday watching her on YouTube while sobbing and masturbating with a rubber-glove-lined kitchen roll tube.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on December 16, 2014, 05:04:31 pm
A fat pigeon shivers in the drizzle.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on December 16, 2014, 05:06:04 pm
East London. A 34 year old lower middle class bollock with a beard in lieu of a brain purchases a retro Accrington Stanley football shirt with the intention of wearing it ironically to impress his mates. Not a single one of them gets the reference.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on December 16, 2014, 08:16:40 pm
Stella beats Graham at University Challenge. He went to university. She didn't. They don't speak for the rest of the evening.

A Munich schoolboy gets caught short at Dachau. He has no choice.

44 year old Tony watches Atoll K with his arms crossed. The man never called him back about the shed.

A tourist takes a photo of a blue pillar box in Guernsey. It has made his day. His wife is nonplussed.

Out of work plumber Amir nears completion of his Peppa Pig fleshlight.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 16, 2014, 08:32:46 pm
An unemployable man with learning difficulties and poor personal hygiene brings a bunch of Aldi flowers to the Jobcentre for Rebecca, 22, his favourite member of staff. She pretends not to be horrified.

A spastic vole tumbles into a ravine.

A live-broadcasted reunion of former QVC presenters is watched by 76 people. It's as cringeworthy as you imagine it to be, especially the bit where they dance ironically under a cheap glitterball.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on December 16, 2014, 09:11:46 pm
Sick of the endless storms of desiccated skin billowing through his life, Dr Holmes storms out of his dermatology clinic, returning minutes later with double sided sticky tape spooled around his hands, which he rubs into the scattered piles of skin bits and gallops around the hospital gaily before squaring up to a wiry porter. "I'M A COCONUT BOXER, TANG TANG TANG TANG TING TONG CLACK!", yells the showboating Holmes to the bemused factotum, before being subdued by three concerned anaesthetists and a heavyset volunteer.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on December 16, 2014, 09:15:59 pm
A married man masturbates into a sock every night.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on December 16, 2014, 09:40:56 pm
A bald prince watches Eastenders.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Eggs on December 16, 2014, 09:48:33 pm
On Christmas morning a knackered and slightly pissed mother has a go on the flying drone.

She watches the funeral of the dachshund puppy from the kitchen window.
 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on December 16, 2014, 09:51:39 pm
While at a Wrestling Extravaganza,  an overweight Downs Syndrome sufferer misguidedly grabs the crotch of a Geoff,  a fellow WWF fan,  in the toilets of the Birmingham NEC.  Seeing the opportunity to fulfill a fantasy,  Geoff motions towards a cubicle.  The Downs Syndrome performs sloppy oral on the fellow fan,  his fat lolling tongue working wonders.   Immediately after shooting his bolt Geoff is overwhelmed with self loathing and punches the spunk faced retard unconscious and returns to his wife and kids in row H.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on December 16, 2014, 09:55:49 pm
ALL of the old ones pass away, especially Nan.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on December 16, 2014, 09:56:27 pm
Oh dear.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on December 16, 2014, 10:15:06 pm
15 minutes from the end of a Sunday afternoon ITV2 showing of "Back to the Future", Roy Higgs, 39, bites down hard onto an unpopped Kernel of microwavable popcorn.

His new bridge was only fitted two weeks prior.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 17, 2014, 07:30:50 am
A short, fat, middle aged man and his pale, anorexic wife look really out of place at a Kings of Leon concert. They make their way home early after hearing 'Sex on Fire.' Pulling into the street they realise they forgot to leave any lights on. There are no children.

Trevor and Simon fail to be recognised by anyone anymore. It is both a blessing and a curse.

A morbidly obese foster child finishes stone last in an egg and spoon race in Loughborough.

Keith Harris goes to withdraw money at an ATM, but has insufficient funds. Later that day he stuffs Orville into a wheelie bin and writes angry, frightening words on Twitter.

 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 17, 2014, 08:10:06 am
Keith Harris goes to withdraw money at an ATM, but has sufficient funds. Reluctantly he replies to the e-mail request from a Bangor University student society and brings the Orville suitcase down from the loft.

A Bangor University drinking society sign up Orville the Duck and a Ricky Gervais tribute act to honour the untimely death of legendary member, Raff.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 17, 2014, 09:37:11 am
Rummaging around his kitchen drawers for a light bulb, Bruno Brookes finds the spare key for a Saab he owned in the early 90s. He stares blankly out of the window and recalls a sad memory.

A stuntman finds a lump.

A badger with a limp crawls into a hole near a Nursery School, and dies.

Eddie 'The Eagle' Edwards wakes up in a B&B in Goole with a raging hangover and no trousers. He has no idea how he got there, or how he's going to get home.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 17, 2014, 10:32:23 am
A Day Today fan, working in his first week as a pool attendant witnesses the death of 35 primary school children in a freak pool-electric heater accident at the only public pool remaining in Paignton.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on December 17, 2014, 10:52:54 am
Sue Pollard verbally abuses a traffic warden on a Derby side street.

A middle aged BNP member is on a day out at the zoo and calls a enclosure of Black Panthers,  'black bastards'  under his breath.

On a works night out,  a married woman deepthroats a saveloy outside a funeral parlour in Barnsley.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on December 17, 2014, 11:19:39 am
A rotund male nurse with pronounced moobs requests a transfer to the mastectomy ward of the general hospital. The cause of his hatred of women, not passing the pencil test.

A balding Liverpudlian saves up all the scars from his self harming and puts them in a jar on the bedside cabinet. In three years time he will have enough tissue to braid himself a  mersey beat leather wig.

A compulsive masturbator grouts the tiles in his bathroom with his brothers smegma.

A tragic individual confesses on an internet forum that he is too depressed to make cheese on toast for himself.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 17, 2014, 11:31:11 am
An earthworm slowly dries out in the back garden of a Mansfield council estate. A curious Jack Russell has a brief sniff, before coiling out a really messy turd near a moss-covered 'Little Tikes' car.

Christopher Biggins starts to forget things.

An avid Star Wars fan in his 60s misses out on a signed Boba Fett trading card on Ebay by 7 pence, and stamps on his plastic Millenium Falcon replica in a pique of rage.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ZoyzaSorris on December 17, 2014, 01:44:41 pm
A Russian wildlife officer, forced into unemployment, alcoholism and krokodil abuse by the collapse of the rouble, shoots the last wild Siberian tiger.

Six months later, its dried penis fails to cure a repressed homosexual Chinese paper magnate's impotence as he vainly grinds away against a 15 year old girl prostitute (from a persecuted minority) in a Burmese fuck dungeon.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ZoyzaSorris on December 17, 2014, 01:45:32 pm
Also, catford.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Povidone on December 17, 2014, 02:17:52 pm
Huddersfield, yesterday. A stack of CDs entitled Ronan Keating: Songs For Mother lie unsold on an otherwise empty shelf in a Sainsburys Local.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 17, 2014, 03:41:29 pm
Recently divorced bus driver Mike sits in a dark stuffy room watching old episodes of 'Scrapheap Challenge' on fuzzy VHS. There is a rampant erection in his pants, and it's not for Lisa Rogers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on December 17, 2014, 04:48:28 pm
A man desperately searches his favourite comedy forum for a short post that made him laugh about six months ago.  He pretty much recalls exactly what it was, but Google searching any combination of the words he remembers proves unfruitful.  After two days of searching, he eventually finds it.  It wasn't even that funny, really.

Loosely based on a true story.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Joy Nktonga on December 17, 2014, 04:56:16 pm
Jack Whitehall crowned "King of Comedy".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Joy Nktonga on December 17, 2014, 04:56:30 pm
For the third year in a row.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on December 17, 2014, 05:59:39 pm
In the grey hours of dawn, Eamonn Holmes trawls the Internet in search of misspellings of his name.  It is his one pleasure in life.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on December 17, 2014, 06:52:11 pm
After an hour of sporadic success,  Eammon changes his search term to John Holmes and unzips.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on December 17, 2014, 07:02:46 pm
Upon unzipping, Eamonn discovers that his penis has been replaced by an aged jalapeño pepper.  He fondles it morosely, before rubbing his eyes in sorrow.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on December 17, 2014, 07:15:13 pm
Unfortunately the fondling caused the pepper to discuss discharge a single tear of spunky capsicum which is now rubbed into both eyes.  The shrieking causes his wife to investigate.  What she sees haunts her for the rest of her days.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on December 17, 2014, 07:16:33 pm
Geoff Capes stands in the fruit section at Asda, holding a grapefruit under his chin and extending his other arm. He looks around for a sign of recognition in the faces of the other customers. 10 minutes pass. No one says anything. No one makes eye contact. Head down, he drops the grapefruit into his hand basket and walks off towards the alcohol aisle.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 17, 2014, 08:38:24 pm
A Fred West lookalike saved up to have plastic surgery in order to resemble Jeff Brazier
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on December 17, 2014, 08:39:29 pm
A leper wastes his last breath on a tin whistle.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 17, 2014, 09:23:01 pm
A chimpanzee carcass is hailed as the best and brightest by Runcorn town mayor, Godfrey Fruup
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: GentleJoshing on December 17, 2014, 10:58:20 pm
An angsty teenager visits an elderly grand-aunt in her small one bed flat. She offers him a biscuit, a Garibaldi, from a yellowing Tupperware. The thought of her transferring the biscuits from the Co-op own brand wrapper is almost enough to break the young man's heart; he yearns for the innocence of childhood, which is slipping away for ever.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on December 17, 2014, 11:05:19 pm
An angsty teenager visits an elderly grand-aunt in her small one bed flat. She offers him a biscuit, a Garibaldi, from a yellowing Tupperware. The thought of her transferring the biscuits from the Co-op own brand wrapper is almost enough to break the young man's heart; he yearns for the innocence of childhood, which is slipping away for ever.

Wow, GentleJoshing, I actually felt a pang in my own heart there. Good work.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: soraya on December 18, 2014, 05:45:12 am
A man lies in bed a 5:40 AM browsing the MySpace (yes, fucking myspace) pages of former schoolmates that he hasn't viewed for at least five years. He is still able to remember who had set their profiles to private before he clicks on them again. 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bored of Canada on December 18, 2014, 12:57:33 pm
Yikes.
Nah, can't write about that. Grim. Grim. Fucking Grim.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on December 18, 2014, 02:38:55 pm

Harwich's Samantha Jones regurgitates Oreo and banana pellets for her young, slapping her arse vis-à-vis the Asda money-saving physical slogan as the knelt brood silently feast.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on December 18, 2014, 03:13:06 pm
Harwich's Samantha Jones regurgitates Oreo and banana pellets for her young, slapping her arse vis-à-vis the Asda money-saving physical slogan as the knelt brood silently feast.

Is that a forgotten verse from The Fall's New Face In Hell?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on December 18, 2014, 03:25:07 pm
A wizened old man desperately scans Rush-Hour Crush in the Metro for any mentions that could feasibly allude to him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on December 18, 2014, 03:31:26 pm
A housewife seasons her husbands 30th anniversary dinner with pepper. She knows he hates pepper.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on December 18, 2014, 04:12:06 pm
It's Parma Violets for dinner.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on December 18, 2014, 04:18:08 pm
Is that a forgotten verse from The Fall's New Face In Hell?

Naw, nicked from U2's The Sweetest Thing
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 18, 2014, 06:37:53 pm
A fat man on a mobility scooter soils himself in the freezer aisle of Lidl, but carries on shopping anyway. The smell lingers around him around like a hideous turd spectre. Fellow customers complain about the stench, but the true source will always remain a mystery to them.

A Phillipa Forrester fan forum which once boasted 13 members, closes without fanfare after 11 whole years of inactivity.

Brian Sewell baulks at a shivering tramp on Christmas Eve.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on December 18, 2014, 07:26:27 pm
An elderly man looks at the slight incline in front of him and wishes he was dead. Later he trips on some bark, bumps his head and dies of internal bleeding.

IN A FIELD FULL OF TURDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 18, 2014, 08:52:01 pm
I think I was a member of the phillipa forester Internet fan club but found cab and revoked my membership
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: soraya on December 18, 2014, 08:57:24 pm
Brian Sewell baulks at a shivering tramp on Christmas Eve.

Brian Sewell is nice. (http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1M9ipiZfPk)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on December 18, 2014, 09:11:33 pm
A self hating autopedorast teaches himself to cry in morse code. The dots and dashes of his tears transmit his incompetencies down his cheek and out into the wider world. Daft cunt and even my nasal hair is fat waft into the cosmos. In the distance the poetry of Pam Ayers can be heard on a poorly received A.M  frequency or is it Countdown on the portable in the bedroom? In the kitchen he positions himself for entry for the seventh time this afternoon. It's spaghetti hoops cold out of the tin for supper tonight.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 18, 2014, 09:23:28 pm
The bit about the distant radio is poignant
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 19, 2014, 08:33:44 am
34-year old Call Centre worker Martin gets dropped off at work by his dad every morning. His mam made his packed lunch for him, ham sandwiches and  pickled onion Monster munch, with a Dairylea dunker and carton of Um Bongo.

 His favourite band is Coldplay.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Clatty McCutcheon on December 19, 2014, 10:09:03 am
Having spent all day drinking, Brian Gulch stands in the ALDI car park where the old greyhound stadium used to be, his gut spilling out over his 1995/96 Scunthorpe United away shirt.  An imaginary race meeting is taking place in his head.  He hands a baffled trolley attendant his last tenner and asks him to put it on the greyhound in Trap 4.   Despite loud shouts of encouragement from Brian, this imaginary dog still comes last.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on December 19, 2014, 10:14:57 am
A bloke called Gary goes carp fishing.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 19, 2014, 11:18:48 am
A portly school-leaver over-does it with the punch on his Prom Night, and declares his undying love for a fellow male pupil, loudly over a DJ's microphone. The feeling is not mutual. Sniggers are heard through the awkward silence. Videos are taken and go viral within minutes. The youth quietly puts the microphone down and waddles off into the unforgiving night.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on December 19, 2014, 02:00:03 pm
Pitcher & Piano, Friday, 19:04. A circle of corpulent 40-something husbands and fathers in untucked XXL check shirts block access to a large section of the bar as they trade incredibly loud sexual remarks about a crying teenage girl sat just a few feet away.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on December 19, 2014, 05:56:11 pm
A window cleaner has his lunch break in a Skoda, reading The Sun and eating tinned luncheon meat sandwiches.

(A real one I observed, there.)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on December 19, 2014, 06:08:23 pm
That sounds nice. You can't fault them for their choice of paper, not everybody is middle class.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on December 19, 2014, 06:08:47 pm
BTW, I've never met one but I think the working classes call it "Spam".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on December 19, 2014, 06:08:52 pm
A town cryer moves to ring his bell only to find that some prankster has removed the clapper and pulled his trousers down to reveal his buttocks and balls.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on December 19, 2014, 07:03:44 pm
Emz is awarded the freedom of Yarm.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 19, 2014, 08:01:41 pm
On Channel 4 in the near future, a scene from 'I'm a celebrity..' featuring Joey Essex eating a kangaroo's anus is voted funnier than the Two Ronnies 'Mastermind' sketch AND Del Boy falling through a bar.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on December 20, 2014, 01:33:03 am
A Yorkshire puddding is left uneaten.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on December 20, 2014, 04:23:35 am
Well, I could have that. Glass half full.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on December 20, 2014, 04:24:19 am
A shit man's happiest thought of the day is finding an unwanted Yorkshire pudding to eat.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 20, 2014, 09:17:46 am
Paul Ross eats out of date Pez in a broken down train at Penrith, reading an interview with Dappy from Ndubz in a free, shit, glossy magazine.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: biggytitbo on December 20, 2014, 09:29:00 am
Paul Ross bends over some bollards in a service station car park at 1am and has his anus violated by a passing truck driver whilst a crouching man wanks in a nearby bush.


Afterwards he buys an overpriced scotch egg and cries.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on December 20, 2014, 11:12:19 am
Christmas 1996.  A woman sporting a swathe of facial tumours invites a passerby in for a Yuletine drink.  The passerby, on the way to her shift at the Samaritans, sorrowfully declines.

True.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on December 20, 2014, 11:17:18 am
Paul Ross bends over some bollards in a service station car park at 1am and has his anus violated by a passing truck driver whilst a crouching man wanks in a nearby bush.


Afterwards he buys an overpriced scotch egg and cries.

A demented forum user cowers near a poplar spectating on the sexual satisfactions of middle aged men.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 20, 2014, 11:42:27 am
Severely autistic teen Kevin, 17 -  who refuses to eat anything other than tinned spaghetti and Space Raiders - embarrasses his exhausted, terminally-single mother by shouting sexual swear-words as she chats to a handsome stranger in Home Bargains.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on December 20, 2014, 01:38:36 pm
This little blind creature, only a few days old, turning its head every which way in search of something or other, this naked skull, this initial baldness, this tiny monkey that has sojourned for months in a latrine and that soon, forgetting its origins, will spit on the galaxies...
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 20, 2014, 03:53:21 pm
Mark Oaten sitting on a frosty park bench in Llandudno eating a Topic when a seagull passes over and shits on his cagool.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on December 20, 2014, 05:25:15 pm
An associate professor of philosophy with no remaining leave wakes up on the morning of the year's first lecture with a severe case of strep throat. He exclusively owns black wool turtlenecks.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 20, 2014, 06:14:20 pm
An overweight media studies student with a blond wispy beard camps out for 3 days in the rain for the newest iPhone in a failed attempt to get out the friend zone.

A fox pisses on him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on December 20, 2014, 06:18:59 pm
A school boy tries to impress his friends by kicking a seagull. He misses and jumps with fright when it flies towards him.

His friends call him a poof.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on December 20, 2014, 07:03:22 pm
An 11 year old boy can't be arsed to pretend to like the knitted football scarf his 78 year old gran spent 5 months making for Christmas.

A tramp trips over anti-sleep spikes and breaks his two front teeth.

A chip disintegrates in a puddle over the course of 3 days.

A 47 year old man smugly posts a "witty" tweet and sniggers to himself, he is alone.








Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 20, 2014, 07:06:09 pm
A Romanian chainsmoker from Telford with high blood pressure fishing by the canal side snags himself a discarded moss covered VHS copy of 'Stopit and Tidyup'.

A tramp regains consciousness on a Wednesday afternoon and wipes cat sick of his 5 o'clock shadow.

A 57yr old one eyed welder from Acocks Green gets a Russell Brand sticker book at work from a secret Santa a week after his mom dies from pneumonia.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on December 20, 2014, 07:53:03 pm
This (http://www.lookalikes.info/our-lookalikes/hollywood/bill-cosby-(patrick-jackson)) bloke's bookings.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 20, 2014, 08:27:37 pm
A bald man with a smoker's cough shopping in Drayton Bassett wearing a David Icke T-shirt shouts at some schoolkids laughing and kicking a moldy copy of 'Fiesta' outside an old people's home.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on December 20, 2014, 08:30:42 pm
An ageing former professional Rolf Harris lookalike opens another rejection letter from KFC and wearily googles 'voluntary bankruptcy'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 20, 2014, 08:42:39 pm
A 47-year old Basingstoke man spends the evening of his 25th wedding anniversary playing Call of Duty Modern Warfare. His alopecia- suffering wife went to bed hours ago, with a copy of 'Take A Break' and a jumbo bag of mint imperials.

A weary father of three spends his first hour after returning from work dealing with their Haribo and CBeebies meltdowns. His bitter, exhausted partner berates him for something he didn't do earlier, as he clings onto the thought that in about 4 hours time, he'll get to have that wank he's yearned for all day.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 20, 2014, 09:47:02 pm
A spotty teenage sales assistant at Carpet Right get's run over by a Ford Orion with BNP on the number plate in Walsall.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on December 20, 2014, 10:01:52 pm
A twenty-one year old man reads the entire 'Desolation' thread.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 20, 2014, 10:13:57 pm
A twenty-one year old man reads the entire 'Desolation' thread.

35
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on December 20, 2014, 10:24:18 pm
I lonely old man harks back to his glory days when he was featured in the "One for the ladies" section of Razzle draped over the bonnet of a brown Ford Granada with his bellend out.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hangthebuggers on December 20, 2014, 10:29:05 pm
A mind magnified by ABBA.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on December 21, 2014, 12:48:48 am
A 32-year-old man with autism who in exactly three weeks will be arrested for stalking quietly browses Amazon for a bracelet to buy for Taylor Swift.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on December 21, 2014, 02:58:58 am
A 19-year-old progressive rock fan with an unfortunate face attends a King Crimson concert alone. During a drum solo, he strikes up a conversation with a 47 year old bald man with gout. They leave the venue together, both heterosexual but desperate for the fleeting possibility of physical intimacy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on December 21, 2014, 04:12:42 am
An autistic Autistic autistics his way through some other autistics and finds the Grand Palace of Autistic. He gets the code right (cos he's like well autistic) and then enters the Chamber of Autistic. He autistics his way to the end of level autistic guardian and he wins. But being like all autistic and shit, he does not smile or signify any emotion.

Autistic autistic autistic.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: The Region Legion on December 21, 2014, 05:13:19 am
Leon Jackson looks at himself in the bathroom mirror. He is 54 years old.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: The Region Legion on December 21, 2014, 06:26:36 am
A 31 year old man plays Mario Kart 8 at 11:30pm. There is a pretty Mii girl in the game and he wonders what she looks like in real life. He spams the Hello! button in a futile attempt to make contact. She leaves the server.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on December 21, 2014, 07:03:27 am
Your blind date for the evening  brings a large jar of pickled eggs to your first meeting. She eats them all at one sitting talking loudly about, 'only kiddies with diseases (meaning herself) should be allowed to win the lottery and how her previous boyfriend cured her sore throat by putting a throat lozenge on the end of his penis and asking her to suck it off'. She cackles loudly at her own anecdote before questioning you about how many strepsils can you fit under your foreskin. She cackles again. Towards the end of the evening she proudly states, " it's all right love I take it up the ass" in the taxi on the way home. To give her point emphasis she let's out a rather loud sulphurous smelling  fart. A sentimental song from the seventies starts playing on the cab radio. She starts crying and tells you this was the song that played on her walkman when she drowned her first kittens in the village horse trough. She pulls you forward and starts kissing you passionately in the area of your mouth.

Reader I married her.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on December 21, 2014, 10:03:27 am
A 32-year-old man with autism who in exactly three weeks will be arrested for stalking quietly browses Amazon for a bracelet to buy for Taylor Swift.

u ok hun? x
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on December 21, 2014, 10:11:09 am
Three hundred people with colds enter a large department store for the 10am browsing hour on a Sunday, their growls supressed by the fear of punitive measures and familial disappointment. The ambient temperature is set at 28 celsiums. Their viruses collaborate and mutate. Their reward is a gout-heavy cardboard tumbler of gingerbread toffee mocha locker fudge slush, with sprinkles.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 21, 2014, 10:12:03 am
A newspaper hoarder from Wolverhampton self diagnoses himself with Amnesia when he can't recall a mental image of Taylor Swift midway through the vinegar strokes.

A pigeon chokes on a pencil rubber outside Rumbelows in 1992.

44yr old Dr Who fan from Wigan with learning difficulties cries himself to sleep when he sees an angry Peter Capaldi using naughty words in another program he doesn't understand.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 21, 2014, 12:41:50 pm
A man with stumps for arms is attacked by angry hornets at a garden party in Plymouth.

Someone calls John Noakes a cunt on Twitter on his birthday.

A 67-year old fat man attends a Sonic the Hedgehog comic-con in Vancouver, dressed as Doctor Robotnik. 7 miles away, his terminally ill wife lies in a hospital bed watching Pimp my Ride, on the only channel available to her.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 21, 2014, 02:44:28 pm
A middle aged bald man in Birmingham wearing an ill fitting hi-viz jacket, inhaling lighter gas, and standing on the canal side in the rain.[1]
 1. This is an actual event I witnessed when biking home from work.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on December 21, 2014, 02:55:44 pm
Another one recently witnessed: A pasty ugly fat man on disability benefits pulling up outside Wetherspoons in his mobility scooter at 8 in the morning to begin the day the same way he as he has done for the last god knows how many years.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on December 21, 2014, 03:24:30 pm
u ok hun? x

A 32-year-old man with autism who in exactly three weeks will be arrested for stalking quietly browses Amazon for a bracelet to buy for Seth Rogen.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 21, 2014, 03:49:14 pm
A divorced father of 3 from Portishead wets himself after spending 48hrs pissed up and falling asleep in front of his telly watching 'The Good Life' collection on VHS.

89yr old Peter from Bournemouth still refuses to talk to his Japanese care worker after decades of flashbacks.

A tramp shitting on a sun faded mega monster munch packet in Swansea.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on December 21, 2014, 04:04:47 pm
An overweight northern magician somehow finagles a consultant position with a TV production company, unable to add much in the way of imagination to proceedings he uses it to blag various mail-order tricks at expense under the umbrella of 'research' and insisting on also having his nearby hotel paid for including the short taxi journeys to and from the development location, he spends his nights fiddling dejectedly with disappointing cheap gimmicks that arrive in the post that are not all the blurb cracked them up to be, and wanking lots.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 21, 2014, 05:01:59 pm
A charmless, unemployed Solihull man shouts 'Enoch Powell was right!' in his local pub during a harmless debate with his friends. He is too uneducated and clueless to back his statement up, so drinks up and retreats back to his cold, unlit, empty house.

The comments section on a Youtube video of a cute hamster descends into a homophobic, anti-semitic rant between a Hispanic wannabe gangster and an Austrian man in his 40s.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on December 21, 2014, 05:47:46 pm
A tramp sits on a bus.

A bus runs over a tramp.

A tramp shits in a bus.

A bus roars past a tramp at 40 mph and splashes him with grey dirty snow slush.

A tramp roars at a bus.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on December 21, 2014, 05:50:07 pm
I should have only posted "A tramp roars at a bus". It took me those other ones to get there though. Oh well.

A shifty bloke spends his Sunday evening worrying about a post on uk comedy forum.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on December 21, 2014, 05:53:20 pm
A serial killer fills a leatherette purse,  a trophy from his first victim,  with kneecaps.

A mildly retarded single mother lights another cigarette and microwaves a greggs sausage roll,  still in its bag,  for her 2 year old daughter. It's the sixth this week.

A man breaks his dogs ribs after it eats a pork chop from his plate that he put down to answer the door to a bald man offering  free cavity wall insulation.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on December 21, 2014, 05:58:05 pm
A bus roars at a tramp.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on December 21, 2014, 06:04:54 pm
A lion eats a tramp. On a bus. Then roars.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 21, 2014, 06:07:47 pm
A redundant Bulgarian lion-tamer with no teeth eats scrambled egg, with a comb, from a shoe. On a bus.

A tramp laughs at him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 21, 2014, 06:09:48 pm
A tramp in a shopping centre eats the Sunday Sport for a bet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: checkoutgirl on December 21, 2014, 06:13:31 pm
Tramps lol.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: alan nagsworth on December 21, 2014, 06:17:51 pm
heroin addict grandson fidgets and squirms as he tries to find the end on a roll of sellotape because his nan has promised him a tenner if he helps her wrap the xmas prezzies he just wants to cry in desperation but he's too far gone even his emotions are lost now
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on December 21, 2014, 06:35:41 pm
An "extremely physically attractive" Tesco checkoutgirl laughs out loud at a group of tramps, just days after being terrorized by a CaB poster (http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/extremely-physically-attractive-tesco-checkout-4775494).
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on December 21, 2014, 06:50:40 pm
A guillemot returns from hunting to see its nest and young dashed on the rocks below.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 21, 2014, 07:01:29 pm
A divorcee smashes his TV when he saw an Ethiopian child wearing the donated Millwall away top his ex wife donated to charity in spite.

A Polish beggar wins the 'Home to Roost' collection on VHS at a YMCA raffle.

A roofer from Chipping Norton rolls over in bed to pull the pants out his arse crack while his Mrs next to him updates her adultwork profile on her sons iPad.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on December 21, 2014, 07:28:26 pm
A man's childhood cassette tapes of pretend radio shows are thrown in the bin.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on December 21, 2014, 07:29:41 pm
A small stuffed bear, hugged by its owner every day for years, is thrown into a binbag with some crockery and donated to Scope.  It sits on the shelf, priced at 10p, for over two years.  It is then thrown into an incinerator.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 21, 2014, 08:06:52 pm
A gay vicar from Hereford gets told to "fuck off" by carol singers on his doorstep.

A schoolboy gets a thick ear from his obese mum when he comes home early from school and accidentally catches her in the bathroom halfway through her vinegar flicks.



Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 21, 2014, 08:15:27 pm
A former tramp sneerily posts vile anecdotes about other (continuing) tramps on an outdated comedy forum and gets negative karma from a bald man in Leeds.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 21, 2014, 08:19:41 pm
A former Hillsborough survivor gets trampled in a black Friday sale.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 21, 2014, 08:58:03 pm
A 76 year old Teddy Boy with tubes coming out of his nostrils, stands purchasing reduced-price whelks and full strength Regals from a frowning Bangladeshi man in a musky Glamorgan cornershop.



Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Eggs on December 21, 2014, 09:00:36 pm
(http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2014/12/20/2431895C00000578-0-image-m-5_1419109001675.jpg)

"It can smell fish....Rotting fish...."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ZoyzaSorris on December 21, 2014, 09:51:12 pm
An extremely attractive girl with a lovely personality very publically shits herself for some reason
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on December 22, 2014, 01:48:41 am
(http://i1320.photobucket.com/albums/u525/VoddyM/0822f233-dec0-4a54-8f37-120a49839222_zps4eb34fd2.jpg)

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sony Walkman Prophecies on December 22, 2014, 10:01:29 am
Winston Churchill crying due to old age and confusion alongside a 6 year old and future Archbishop of Canterbury crying with him out of youth and sympathy. All the more desolate for this scenario having actually happened, apparently sometime in the 1960s.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 22, 2014, 03:52:19 pm
Leicester, 1989. A neurotic, pretty alt-girl sits for 11 hours solid listening to Transition Vamp's 'Baby I Don't Care,' on cassette, whilst writing bizarre, disturbing love letters to Gary Numan with a malfunctioning fountain pen.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on December 22, 2014, 04:03:52 pm
Gary Numan takes to the stage on the first stop of his new tour. During the third song his wig falls off and his balding middle aged audience laugh wildly.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: kittens on December 22, 2014, 06:31:17 pm
a man sits drinking alone in a pub garden in gloucester at 6.30pm, a few short days before christmas. then he dies or whatever. true story
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on December 22, 2014, 07:05:29 pm
(http://news.bbcimg.co.uk/media/images/79882000/jpg/_79882865_79882863.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 22, 2014, 07:05:36 pm
Kirsty Allsop gets called 'fat' on Twitter by a single mom from Cheadle.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on December 22, 2014, 08:14:34 pm
A hearse stalls on Tesco roundabout.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on December 22, 2014, 08:17:53 pm
Blackpool.





No explanation needed, just the place name is enough.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on December 22, 2014, 08:35:13 pm
A man with a harelip is unsuccessful in every interview he has ever attended.

A Prader Willi sufferer succumbs to a BOGOF deal and buys 8 tins of Goblin hamburgers and three loaves of economy white bread. Total cost,  £3.45. He makes 32 hamburger sandwiches and eats them in one sitting,  drinking the spare onion gravy from the pot,  whilst watching episodes of Holby City.

A woman in her early 20's has her life controlled by soap operas, including omnibus editions.



Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 22, 2014, 08:48:04 pm
Krokodil Dundee
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 22, 2014, 09:47:03 pm
A 35 year old woman buys all of her grandkids' toys at Poundland in a mad rush on Christmas Eve.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on December 22, 2014, 09:59:57 pm
A man in Rhyl puts up issue one of Amiga Power featuring a Bombuzal cover disk on Ebay for £14.99, a similar man in St Helens messages him in regard the condition of the cover disk and bids on assurance that it is in working order, it isn't but he prevaricates in some intangible abstract externalisation there will be no lengthy and ultimately tedious consequences to this.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on December 22, 2014, 10:07:25 pm
On christmas day two strangers, both men, unbeknownst to each other, argue bitterly on an internet discussion board about abortion rights. 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 22, 2014, 10:08:10 pm
An unemployed WWE fan from Swanage with a cleft pallet still has no messages in his OKCupid inbox.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on December 22, 2014, 10:17:10 pm
(http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2013/12/15/1387134697156/Cristiano-Ronaldo-poses-w-001.jpg)
(http://static.goal.com/751600/751662_heroa.jpg)
(http://i.huffpost.com/gen/1439331/thumbs/o-CRISTIANO-RONALDO-900.jpg?15)
(http://i.huffpost.com/gen/1803440/thumbs/o-CRISTIANO-RONALDO-570.jpg)
(http://i3.tinypic.com/82y2phi.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 22, 2014, 10:33:07 pm
A woman with acute dwarfism falls asleep on a train and ends up 129 miles from home.

A middle-aged man who should know better, sings along to his 'Best of The Cure' CD whilst assembling an Airfix Messerschmidt in Carlisle.

A paedophile with cerebral palsy sits covertly outside a Suffolk Junior school. A passing abbatoir van full of sad cattle briefly diverts his attention.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Clatty McCutcheon on December 23, 2014, 12:10:22 am
A woman with acute dwarfism falls asleep on a train and ends up 129 miles from home.

A middle-aged man who should know better, sings along to his 'Best of The Cure' CD whilst assembling an Airfix Messerschmidt in Carlisle.

A paedophile with cerebral palsy sits covertly outside a Suffolk Junior school. A passing abbatoir van full of sad cattle briefly diverts his attention.

*piano break plays*

Going over to Susan's House.  I can't be alone tonight.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on December 23, 2014, 12:35:06 am
All morning, I did nothing but repeat: ''Man is an abyss, man is an abyss''.  - I could not, alas, find anything better.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ZoyzaSorris on December 23, 2014, 12:36:49 am
After a failure to rear a brood in its global-warming ravaged breeding ground north of Lake Baikal, a woodcock flies tirelessly, night after night for five thousand miles to its winter refuge near Hemel Hempstead. 

As it passes over London it is distracted by the lights of a newly opened 24 hour betamax video library and pop tart restaurant in Dalston and breaks almost every bone in its body, before bouncing to rest under the wheels of a fixed gear bike.

true story.

(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/Touchmaster/IMG_0745_zpsb71dcd8c.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: copyingdogs on December 23, 2014, 02:33:46 am
A 65 year old Economics teacher discovers the charms of 3D CGI asian tentacle porn.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on December 23, 2014, 08:27:45 am
A 65 year old Economics teacher discovers the charms of 3D CGI asian tentacle porn.

That's not bleak; it's a heartwarming tale for Christmas. Lonely man funds fulfillment. Lovely.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on December 23, 2014, 08:33:00 am
A secondary school teacher is diagnosed with cancer a day after taking early retirement.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: biggytitbo on December 23, 2014, 08:42:27 am
A bookies. Any bookies.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on December 23, 2014, 08:45:29 am
Gary's friends swap the last two letters of his name for a more colloquial z in an attempt to airlift the lifelong veil of prosiness from his dry and flaking scalp.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on December 23, 2014, 09:08:37 am

That's not bleak; it's a heartwarming tale for Christmas. Lonely man funds fulfillment. Lovely.

I would Google that if I wasn't sat next to my mother in a church.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on December 23, 2014, 09:09:13 am
I meant Asian tentacle porn.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 23, 2014, 09:26:30 am
A 53-year old lady with a slight moustache and no ambition - working in the complaints department of a British Gas call centre - is denied any annual leave in the week leading up to Christmas by her overly-camp, 21-year old team leader. Her double-amputee war-hero son and bells-palsy suffering grand-daughter will now have to wait until December 29th to see her.

A lonely cross-dresser kills himself in a pique of desperation after being ridiculed on Twitter. The story makes page 19 of The Mirror, directly on the other side of some money-off vouchers for Aldi.

A Divine Comedy fan orders a second-hand penis pump from Amazon.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on December 23, 2014, 10:55:09 am
3am, Christmas Day. Alone in bed, Les Dennis stares into the abyss. Dustin Gee stares back.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 23, 2014, 11:00:30 am
A 53-year old lady with a slight moustache and no ambition - working in the complaints department of a British Gas call centre - is denied any annual leave in the week leading up to Christmas by her overly-camp, 21-year old team leader. Her double-amputee war-hero son and bells-palsy suffering grand-daughter will now have to wait until December 29th to see her.


British Gas: Explore our exciting new tariffs
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: biggytitbo on December 23, 2014, 11:00:34 am
Dustin may no longer be able to tell the police, but he knows. He knows.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 23, 2014, 11:08:46 am
True:

Opposite a derelict former sex shop, which is situated beside a dilapidated haberdashery with crappy children's toys stuffed in the windows, stands a "games centrum" on Georgestrasse in Bremerhaven, Germany.

One drizzly grey afternoon i wandered past the building and peered inside the dust covered windows - almost black. As I passed the door, it opened and I saw inside a woman behind a kiosk whose face was a sickly green, staring silently and grimly into the murkiness beyond. She looked a bit like the woman who says "Silencio" at the end of Mulholland Drive, but more skeletal.

Grim as fuck.

Desolation.

Before:

(http://www.schwiebert.lima-city.de/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/1920-bremerhaven-georgstr-geestemuende.jpg)

After:
(http://www.standort-geestemuende.de/uploads/pics/Georgstr68_b._S_01.jpg)

(http://www.schwiebert.lima-city.de/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/2014_georgstr.43_geestemuende.jpg)

(http://imganuncios.mitula.net/2_zimmer_wohnung_in_geestemunde_100584578923416678.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 23, 2014, 12:02:55 pm
A young lady with weak hair and severe yeast infection is dumped by her boyfriend via a cruel text message on New Year's Day 2003.

A jovial, curly-haired man in a faded lumberjack shirt, clutching a Netto carrier bag full of meat, asks Daley Thompson for his autograph, but is told to go away.

An ex-Joke Shop in a forgotten part of town, stands boarded up for the 23rd year in a row. No-one knows who owns it, or the source of the tormented 3am wails from within.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on December 23, 2014, 02:27:44 pm
A Yates' Wine Lodge in Swansea advertises a fancy dress night on Boxing Day.

A 22 year old man sets Paradise by Coldplay as his ringtone.  It is the only decision he makes of his free will that week.

A 44 year old receptionist receives the bad news that her favourite tit is to be cut off on Valentines day.  Who will love me now,  she thinks as she scarfs down a packet of Tangfastics.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 23, 2014, 04:50:24 pm
A mild-mannered choirmaster is too shy to hold a door open for a quadroplegic man in his local Co-op, and just lets the door shut on him instead.

Mumbling First year economics student Carl pretends to do something on his phone to avoid speaking to cute redhead Emily, despite their being huge mutual attraction between them.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on December 23, 2014, 04:52:10 pm
A man fails to make a stitch in time, incurring the necessity for nine further stitches.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on December 23, 2014, 05:36:46 pm
New years eve in 'the biggest and bestest' nightclub in Rugby,  a bald man with a fake pink Le Shark shirt asks a rough looking 52 year old grandmother if she has a baldy fanny.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on December 23, 2014, 05:46:35 pm
A scared kid on his first day at a new school fumbles nervously under the the top of his desk only to find half a dozen ancient chewing gums stuck there. He smells his fingers and gets a whiff of stale spearmint.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on December 23, 2014, 06:56:15 pm
A man with no eyes is tricked by his racist friends to walk into a Chinese restaurant with ping pong balls in his empty sockets and ask for a number thirteen. He later chokes to death on a glass eye he failed to notice in his boil in the bag curry.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 23, 2014, 07:06:50 pm
A single father from Derby dressed as Batman climbs up the local town hall in a CSA protest. He gets shat upon by a passing Robin.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on December 23, 2014, 07:38:11 pm
Darren fucks himself up the shitter in a Travelodge.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Birdie on December 23, 2014, 07:44:33 pm
^ Not. A. Blog.

Darren
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 23, 2014, 08:02:21 pm
A fucking welder from Birmingham doesn't get a Xmas bonus this year and knows he'll get a spooning rejection from Svetlana the morning after for fuck sake.....

.......cunts.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 23, 2014, 08:23:09 pm
An African man stationed in the toilets of a Middlesbrough Working Men's Club asks a happily married husband in an XXL Matalan polo shirt if he wants a £1 spray of Lynx Java, 'for da punani'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 23, 2014, 08:49:42 pm
Geoff Capes, sporting a permed mullet and beige loafers, comes last in a bucking bronco competition
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 23, 2014, 09:22:04 pm
A lovely man with a severe stutter and lisp struggles to order a bottle of Budweiser and a bacon bagel for table seventy-seven at a packed branch of Wetherspoons.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on December 23, 2014, 09:29:11 pm
He mops up his semen from the forest of light ginger hairs on his chest with a desultory square of toilet proffered from the wheezing prostitute, who is leant against an airing cupboard, haggling on the phone with her next client as a fart escapes and dies from her once efficient anus. He silently cursing her last minute aim of cock direction and prepares to brave the Doncastrian night.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on December 23, 2014, 09:41:54 pm
Guy Fieri stands alone inside his new restaurant, due to open the next day. He sincerely hopes everyone likes it.

A shy man finally confesses his true feelings to a close female friend, who kindly but pointedly turns him down. He walks through the rainy night with no particular destination. He finds himself at a closed, almost empty food court, where he sits, wanting to cry but unable to do so. At the next table, a tramp farts.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 23, 2014, 10:14:13 pm
A West Bromwich Albion fan wakes from his hangover on a Thursday afternoon to find his ferret has escaped and drowned in the toilet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on December 23, 2014, 11:22:17 pm
A man waits alone at a bus stop for the number 27 into town. He is joined by a woman with child. There is silence. Eventually, the child speaks:

"Mum, why don't you go to work anymore?"

Without time for thought the woman responds:

"Shut up Sean."

The silence returns. The child never speaks again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on December 23, 2014, 11:31:53 pm
A heron gets trapped in a collapsed shed in County Kildare during a fierce storm. It dies of starvation a week later.

A man solemnly masturbates in the dark while watching a YouTube compilation of the lapdancing sequences from I'm Alan Partridge.

A drunk man with suspected borderline personality disorder tries to vomit on a towel but misses.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 23, 2014, 11:37:35 pm
Terry Waite bursts into tears near a Wrexham foodbank, whilst filming a documentary for Channel 5.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ZoyzaSorris on December 23, 2014, 11:39:09 pm
A

bald/unemployed/congenitally disabled/mentally ill/homeless

man/woman/pansexual/child
nursing an

agonisingly painful / extremely disfiguring terminal illness / phimosis

shit themselves / noisily eats a Rustlers Turkey Burger

in a

Crawley/Plumstead/Worksop/Macclesfield/Lancing

Bus station/ferry port/abandoned bingo hall/storm drain
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Eggs on December 23, 2014, 11:57:22 pm
The Queen does her speech GANGNAM STYLE.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Clatty McCutcheon on December 24, 2014, 12:59:33 am
It is the year 1567.  A peasant farmer, Archibald de Bauldie, has a premonition that his master's land will one day become a settlement known as East Kilbride.  He becomes manic and draws sketches of strange, futuristic tunnels and ramps and great circles around which chariots and wagons perambulate.   He jabbers on about a man with a strange bowl-shaped haircut pounding ineffectually on a set of drums, flanked by two ragged-haired brothers bawling incoherently.  The village elders declare him possessed by a demon and stone him to death.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Povidone on December 24, 2014, 10:58:20 am
(http://i1077.photobucket.com/albums/w469/Povidone_Colquhoun/c8151b59-da3e-4da5-9265-1b75409b7e4e.jpg)

Which door you ask? Why, that of the Motherwell Orange Hall.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 24, 2014, 12:39:33 pm
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrU4Rzy_Zu4 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrU4Rzy_Zu4)

Sweaty and fatty went to bed, fatty rolled over and sweaty was dead
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 24, 2014, 12:47:51 pm
White D gets an MBE
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on December 24, 2014, 02:39:30 pm
Bryan Ferry releases a new solo album.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on December 24, 2014, 02:48:05 pm
- scrapped. Not desolate enough.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 24, 2014, 03:52:33 pm
A young Tweeded gent composes a very long post about desolation intended for a comedy forum, scraps it and misses Christmas.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on December 24, 2014, 04:21:35 pm
A man chucks bottles of old speckled hen that he bought on offer down his gullet on Christmas Eve.

Wait, actually that's alright innit. Fucking christmas eve I'll do what I like!


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on December 24, 2014, 04:49:12 pm
Mentally handicapped man told MGM lion probably dead now.[1]
 1. I think I stole half this from somewhere but I can't remember where.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on December 24, 2014, 04:53:21 pm
A man chucks bottles of old speckled hen that he bought on offer down his gullet on Christmas Eve.

Wait, actually that's alright innit. Fucking christmas eve I'll do what I like!

How about
Quote
Old Speckled Hen not on offer so man steals a child's pet chicken from next door and liquidises it with a pint of vodka before chugging it, feathers and all, and choking to death as revellers sing their way home from Midnight Mass

?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on December 24, 2014, 04:55:02 pm
Or doesn't die but tears his arsehole shitting out a beak on Christmas morning.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on December 24, 2014, 05:02:19 pm
Boxing Day, shurely.

Quote
The size of your Boxing Day anal fissure
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on December 24, 2014, 05:03:24 pm
A rich old man prowls the supermarket, elbowing a loving and poverty stricken single mother out of the way as she reaches for some reduced Santa Claus chocolates.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dex Sawash on December 24, 2014, 07:40:27 pm
Midnight Mass biopsy returned; malignant.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 24, 2014, 09:16:33 pm
Boozy priest overdosed on communion wine and stale bread found in icy pond on Christmas Day
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Too Many Cochranes on December 25, 2014, 04:14:12 am
Man gets a "Merry Christmas" email from Meridian Business Support. Man has been deleting useless emails from Meridian Business Support all year. Man sets fire to Meridian Business Support on Christmas Day.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on December 25, 2014, 05:16:04 am
Mentally handicapped man told MGM lion probably dead now.[1]
 1. I think I stole half this from somewhere but I can't remember where.
Derek Kind Magic Christmas Special
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on December 25, 2014, 09:36:46 am
A youth on LSD is tasered into another dimension while scaling a drainpipe outside Greggs in Derby town centre. 

A child wakes on Xmas morning to its parents arguing over fuck all.

A malnourished cat chows down on a saucer full of delicious tuna,  laced with anti-freeze.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on December 25, 2014, 01:34:02 pm
A group of chronic arthritis sufferers decide on a painful drawn out suicide pact by playing a game of twister
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 25, 2014, 04:26:20 pm
A Scottish woman, 38, tells her flu-ridden partner on christmas day that she has had a really shit Christmas, and asks 'why are we even together?' in front of their 1 and 3 year old kids. The man posts the story on an internet forum whilst sat in a darkened bedroom. For fuck's sake.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on December 26, 2014, 03:10:57 pm
(http://ichef.bbci.co.uk/live-experience/cps/512/mcs/media/images/79938000/jpg/_79938477_swansea_fan_getty.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Too Many Cochranes on December 26, 2014, 06:22:22 pm
I'd like to think the back of that scarf is embroidered with the word "FUCK".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on December 27, 2014, 07:50:52 am
(http://i59.tinypic.com/jkaz2w.png)

Our desolation we bring, pa rum pa pum pum.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 27, 2014, 10:38:42 am
A man called Alan, who possesses a droopy moustache and a pronounced limp from a bizarre gardening accident in 1994, visits his elderly mother at a nursing home on Boxing Day, his only living relative. Her senile dementia has progressively worsened over the year and she no longer recognises him, instead just reclining in her chair, talking to imaginery mice. The Emmerdale omnibus plays extremely loudly on a small beige TV with a dodgy aerial, whilst Alan sits on the corner of her bed, flicking through the Radio Times. There is literally nothing worth watching at all over Christmas.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on December 27, 2014, 10:57:02 am
A time delay-afflicted Christmas Skype ends in tears across four nations when aunt Fiona  Miranda-related cackles fill the void intended for Matty's causing death by dangerous driving charge to permeate the festive jolliness. Dad rates the call as 'ok'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 27, 2014, 11:23:44 am
A dwarf from Wolverhampton gets the shits on boxing day after his cat sneezed on the pork crackling.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 27, 2014, 11:26:03 am
BBC breakfast features a half hour piece about selfie sticks.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 27, 2014, 11:29:59 am
A bereaving man sits in his darkened kitchen, watching Little & Large episodes on Youtube on his phone, to try and cheer himself up.

Paul Daniels falls over in the snow in a wooded area near his house, and breaks a leg, but no-one hears his faint cries for help. His mobile phone is back at his house, charging on a marble worktop. Dusk arrives and the blizzard worsens.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 27, 2014, 12:23:12 pm
A mouse crawls inside a discarded cob outside Dungeness power station to keep warm.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on December 27, 2014, 12:41:42 pm
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9KEW5w-k9d8
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on December 27, 2014, 12:46:21 pm
After receiving a phonecall in the early hours of Christmas morning from his brother's mate to come collect his brother from the pub after having a fight, the 20-something man gets called a cunt by his drunken and incomprehensible brother who then falls asleep on the kitchen floor.

It was two years ago, though.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on December 27, 2014, 01:40:25 pm
Arcs of semen fly in slow motion into a skip.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on December 27, 2014, 01:44:44 pm
John throws milk onto his mother's grave. The cemetery orderlies shall have at it later.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on December 27, 2014, 01:48:36 pm
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9KEW5w-k9d8

Ah, nature, truly thou art a cruel mistress.

The really desolate thing there is all the idiotic comments about the fact that the camera operator should have intervened.  Morons.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Clatty McCutcheon on December 27, 2014, 01:55:25 pm
A disgraced former BNP area secretary gets into a fist fight with a timeshare tout in the bar of a half-finished holiday complex in Torremolinos.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on December 27, 2014, 01:55:30 pm
On his death bed,  Dustin Gee tells Les Dennis that his signature Mavis impression is 'a fucking embarrassment'.

A Bicester prostitute does her weekly shop in Poundland.

Dappy returns an unwashed anal fleshlight to Love Honey after it snaps his banjo string.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on December 27, 2014, 02:03:05 pm
http://notalwaysrelated.com/lamb-chopping-and-editing/32498
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on December 27, 2014, 03:34:47 pm
SOMEWHERE NEAR LEEDS, West Yorkshire. In a talkless blue Jeep on gridlocked stretch of the A1, a CaBer writes 'Knowhow r shit' in the window condensation in a bid to enrage the driver of a lorry he is estimated to inch past in the coming weeks and add some much needed spice to the drizzly standstill.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on December 27, 2014, 03:49:36 pm
A 44yr old alcoholic from west Bromwich forgot where the bathroom was. He stumbled into one of the bedrooms in the dark and urinated on his son's max power collection.


A divorcee from Strood films himself on youtube eating his own bodyweight in toast in an attempt to get recognised by a comedian called Russell.

A Muslim gets a Xmas card in the post made by moon pig.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on December 27, 2014, 10:55:09 pm
A spotty minimum wage adolescent is forced to clean a child's shite from a ball pool, ball by ball.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Too Many Cochranes on December 28, 2014, 12:25:52 am
Faced with the stark message of "lose weight or die" that her doctor thinks will finally hit home to permanently talkative and seldom listening Elsie, she leaves the surgery with an twofold outcome rather than advice embedded in her mind and flops herself from a multistorey onto the roof of a Hyundai i10.

The car is flattened on its return journey from post Christmas sales and the rear passengers, six and eight year old sisters Samantha and Hazel, are killed instantly.

Elsie's GP becomes involved in the investigation and is struck off practicing medicine for eight years.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Joy Nktonga on December 28, 2014, 09:36:03 am
...forced to clean a child's shite from a ball pool, ball by ball.

My step-daughter told us that this was one of the last jobs she and a colleague had to complete before the Christmas break. The joys of working in a "special" school.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 28, 2014, 09:52:42 am
A 15 year old Droitwich lad with a cleft palate is always the last one picked in football during PE lessons. He has never finished on the winning side. In the changing room, his defeated team-mates take it in turns to ruthlessly pummel him with their bags.

A pensioner has a seizure at a party, and collapses with enormous devastation onto his great-grandson's remote control hovercraft. The child is more upset about the hovercraft.

The actor who played Sgt. Cryer in the bill is landed with a huge, unreasonable parking fine, a day after turning down a minor role in 'Aladdin' at Sunderland Empire.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on December 28, 2014, 11:04:19 am
Quote
ONE of the biggest stars of former television drama The Bill agreed to help two South Derbyshire friends make a short film as he thought their script was 'excellent'.

Eric Richard, who portrayed Sergeant Bob Cryer in the ITV police series for 17 years, said he helped Paul Syrstad, 22, and Saul Matlock, 23, as he saw potential in them.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on December 28, 2014, 12:10:41 pm
Quote
...forced to clean a child's shite from a ball pool, ball by ball.
My step-daughter told us that this was one of the last jobs she and a colleague had to complete before the Christmas break. The joys of working in a "special" school.

Should have put them in the washing machine.  The balls.  Not the kids.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Joy Nktonga on December 28, 2014, 12:16:30 pm
Schools aren't known for having the brightest people in charge. Sadly.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on December 29, 2014, 04:23:59 pm
December 29th. A man is put on hold. Staring into the middle distance, he mimes blankly along to 'Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on December 29, 2014, 04:47:03 pm
The next day, he is still on hold.  The music has changed to Cliff Richard's Summer Holiday.  The man ceased miming several hours ago.  His eyelid twitches uncontrollably.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on December 29, 2014, 05:14:40 pm
A man paid to walk back and forth with a sign advertising a pub on the A303 is hit on the head by a Sunny D bottle filled with truckers urine.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on December 29, 2014, 05:28:32 pm
A worm gets cleaved in half by a chubby 45 year old manager of a nandos as he rides the brand new £2000 road bike he got himself for christmas. The two halves still alive slowly freeze to death as the the coldest night of the year draws in. A fox scoffs them at 2:57am.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on December 29, 2014, 07:40:17 pm
A hairy loner thinks 'ahh, what the hell' and has sexual relations with a Jar Jar Binks doll that he purchased from Dr Barnardo's in 2004 for £1.76
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Goodsoup on January 02, 2015, 12:57:24 pm
15-year-old aspiring actor Gary tries out for the lead part in his school's play. He fails to get it and is instead cast as a tree. At the final rehearsal, he is the only person that the director shouts out for messing up. Gary resolves to never give up his dream of becoming a professional actor.

45-year-old professional actor Gary, who has just got his first lines in The Bill, tries out for a middling part in his local community's Christmas pantomine, just for a bit of fun. He fails to get it and is instead cast as a Christmas tree. His wife, who has never acted in her life, is cast in the part he auditioned for. His children ask him what the point of his life is.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Too Many Cochranes on January 02, 2015, 02:18:14 pm
A man paid to walk back and forth with a sign advertising a pub on the A303 is hit on the head by a Sunny D bottle filled with truckers urine.
The George?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on January 02, 2015, 02:28:27 pm
A man receives as his only Christmas present a novelty mug wrapped in a tiny christmas jumper.  He does not enjoy hot drinks.  The mug is broken in the packaging.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 02, 2015, 02:49:31 pm
He uses the tiny Christmas jumper as a wank sock.  It doesn't work.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 02, 2015, 05:13:00 pm
He resorts to using the broken mug with dire and terminal consequences
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 02, 2015, 07:49:05 pm
It's the same mug that his mum used to fill with tea and leave for him during the onanistic sessions of younger, happier days.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on January 02, 2015, 08:10:52 pm
The George?

Yep. Used to depress the hell out of me seeing that guy over the years. Don't think he's there any more.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ElTopo on January 02, 2015, 08:38:28 pm
A balding, middle-aged care-home worker becomes aroused whilst performing the Heimlich Maneuver on an elderley lady who is choking on a Quaver. He is unsuccessful in saving her, but continues until "completion", and no longer considers himself to be a virgin.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on January 02, 2015, 08:55:29 pm
15 years from now Daniel Kitson suddenly develops a desire to earn a load of cash and writes a musical called "Gigantic!" in partnership with Black Francis utilising only Pixies songs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 02, 2015, 09:07:00 pm
Through an unexpected course of events, it wins him the Nobel Peace Prize.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on January 02, 2015, 10:32:04 pm
A troglodyte with a desire to return to womb paints the walls of his cavern with Shipmans sardine and tomato flavoured fish paste. He is eaten by a grizzly bear while trying to justify his actions to a blind scorpion
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 03, 2015, 12:24:17 am
Faced with the stark message of "lose weight or die" Elsie loses weight then dies in a car crash.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: phes on January 03, 2015, 12:58:39 am
You receive a Christmas card to the deceased previous tenant of your flat. Inside are some used bus tickets with McDonalds discount vouchers on the reverse. The message in the card reads 'get yourself something hot to eat'.

A cat squats on your small, bare patio garden and has a shit. It climbs back over the fence without noticing you watching. You haven't been out for weeks.

 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 03, 2015, 02:17:22 am
With their resolve strengthened by various supportive friends and family members, The Inbetweeners song band Morning Runner reform. After several days of bewildering silence, they finally get a call back from a community centre in Rugby. It's a no.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Replies From View on January 03, 2015, 04:31:07 pm
"Hello sir!" the waitress chirrups.  "Have you ever eaten in a Harvester before?"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on January 03, 2015, 04:39:59 pm
"Hello sir!" the waitress chirrups.  "Have you ever eaten in a Harvester before?"

"No" he lies, because he secretly enjoys the introductory spiel and the rare instance of female contact.

And he has phimosis and all.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Replies From View on January 03, 2015, 04:51:15 pm
After winning the 2015 general election outright, David Cameron finds himself espying his old nemesis Gordon Brown at 2am through the windows of a night bus.  He decides to board the same bus despite having nowhere to go himself, then spends the entire journey sitting in the old Labour leader's blind spot and chucking balls of chewed up tissue at his glass eye, some of which bounce off and some of which stick.  For the entire 70 minute journey Brown doesn't even flinch.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on January 03, 2015, 05:25:34 pm
"No" he lies, because he secretly enjoys the introductory spiel and the rare instance of female contact.

And he has phimosis and all.

His awkward gaze immediately makes the waitress uncomfortable and she nervously lies that she forgot something and will be right back. Moments later a male waiter appears to give the introductory spiel.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 03, 2015, 05:53:36 pm
A 27 year old cleaner finds a pair of ever so slightly soiled ladies knickers on the dance floor after new years eve. After giving them a cursory sniff he decides to take them home with him.

He keeps them in his bedroom for a few weeks, using them occasionally as a masturbatory aid, imagining what sort of woman they might previously have belonged to. At no point does the reality -that they belonged to a hairy 40 something white van man, who wore them after losing a bet - ever cross his mind.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on January 03, 2015, 06:09:12 pm
His awkward gaze immediately makes the waitress uncomfortable and she nervously lies that she forgot something and will be right back. Moments later a male waiter appears to give the introductory spiel.

Having been reacquainted with the Harvester ordering policy, he places his order in much the same way you would in any other restaurant.  A hamburger with pickles instead of tomatoes.  He goes "medium-well" instead of his usual "well-done-and-you-shouldn't-serve-ground-beef-any-less-than-that".  He even orders half a pint of cider.  This is his very passive cry for help.

The same waitress from before strolls by his table, keeping her distance.  He takes the plunge,
"Have you seen Under The Skin?"
"No" she replies immediately, without breaking her stride. 
His hamburger arrives.  They got the pickles right, but instead of the bun they've simply squashed the contents of his burger between two halved tomatoes.  They never did bring him his half pint of cider.

He later experiences mild diarrhea.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on January 03, 2015, 07:26:19 pm
A boring scientist loses all his slug research on a miniature steam train and eats a poor quality takeaway rice dish for his tea.
Title: Desolation
Post by: poo on January 03, 2015, 07:29:56 pm
Tim completes a 20 hour stint on Warcraft, knocks one out, eats his cum, and falls asleep.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on January 03, 2015, 07:39:12 pm
The general public is informed that Bono is facing a life without playing guitar only to be told later the diagnosis was wrong and he CAN strum along to all his favourite U2 songs at stadium gigs after all.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on January 03, 2015, 09:10:38 pm
1985, still wearing the condom from a failed posh wank a drunken Derek (the self proclaimed voice of  young Herefordshire) goes for a piss in the local pub lavs. Unaware that his exposed and swelling cock makes him look like he has a midget glassblower working in his trousers he nods a friendly nod to the local knuckle dragger who is pissing besides him... A mixture of shredded latex, blood, brain matter and urine play sink the dog end as the freshly soaked knuckle dragger walks back to the  bar where he stays for the rest of the evening. Derek now works as a singer in a Brotherhood of Man tribute act.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 04, 2015, 02:16:55 am
Saturday evening. A group of well heeled senior Freemasons celebrate a birthday in a highly regarded local Indian restaurant. They all order omelette and chips.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on January 04, 2015, 07:06:55 am
A grown man makes himself eggs with this.

(http://www.e-glue.fr/now/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/bento.jpg)

He is alone.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nowhere Man on January 04, 2015, 07:27:47 am
A half hearted wank while Louis Armstrong plays in the background.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: billyandthecloneasaurus on January 04, 2015, 07:25:57 pm
A bloke called Gary goes carp fishing.

Brilliant, I added my flamboyantly gay mate's dad on facebook years ago because I thought it would be funny.  We have no mutual friends, including my friend - they don't get on.  He is called Gary and all he ever posts is incoherent racism and stuff about fishing too.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on January 04, 2015, 08:17:47 pm
In an abandoned Irish resort in midwinter, the women's toilets of a pub are unusable beyond repair. The only alternative is the disabled toilet, which has no soap, a knee-level sink and is flooded.

A lost tourist in Dublin eats in a Vietnamese restaurant while reading a newspaper, which catches the edge of a candle and bursts into flames, drawing the attention of the other diners. He is alone.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on January 04, 2015, 09:24:49 pm

Brilliant, I added my flamboyantly gay mate's dad on facebook years ago because I thought it would be funny.  We have no mutual friends, including my friend - they don't get on.  He is called Gary and all he ever posts is incoherent racism and stuff about fishing too.

My post was based on a FB acquaintance (not called Gary) who's into carp fishing and racism. All very bleak.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on January 04, 2015, 09:41:37 pm
A sad man moves 3000 miles away from Essex. His wife then discovers 13 seasons of TOWIE available to watch on Hulu Plus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 05, 2015, 11:10:58 am
New Year's Day, and 41-year old divorcee Kevin Ditch vows that 2015 is going to be 'His Year.' Minutes later, he shuts the curtains of his dank flat, and takes a few sips of badly-stirred Cup-a-Soup from his 'Port Vale's No.1 Fan' mug. Then, in a ritual he's enjoyed for years, he settles down in front of his standard-definition TV for a massive Babestation wank.

After the deed, and panged with guilt, he plays FIFA 15 on his PS4 for 9 hours solid, occasionally swearing angrily down the headset at the 12-year old online rivals who keep beating him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on January 05, 2015, 11:43:13 am
A sad man moves 3000 miles away from Essex. His wife then discovers 13 seasons of TOWIE available to watch on Hulu Plus.


Even though I know Essex has many beautiful areas and villages the name of the place just conjures up images of chavdom and BNP support. It's like I'm imagining Essex to be basically a giant version of Romford and nothing else.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Replies From View on January 05, 2015, 11:44:05 am
The unknown Attenborough Brother.

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John Michael Attenborough (1 January 1928 – 9 November 2012) was an English executive in the motor industry and then a financial advisor.

He was the youngest brother of Richard, Lord Attenborough, an English director and actor, and Sir David Attenborough, an English naturalist. After National Service, he studied modern languages at the University of Cambridge.

He worked in the motor trade and became a managing director of Mann Egerton, heading their Rolls-Royce division in Berkeley Street. He then became the head of the British operations of Italian car manufacturer, Alfa Romeo. He finally ran a distribution business for motor cars in Dorset before retiring from the motor trade and becoming a financial advisor.

He had progressive supranuclear palsy and died at home in November 2012.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Replies From View on January 05, 2015, 11:54:23 am
As Jenna Coleman's cack acting promises to sabotage another series, Peter Capaldi tells himself that lifelong dream jobs are always an anti-climax anyway.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Replies From View on January 05, 2015, 12:02:22 pm
A weak, bony man holding coins in his mouth in an otherwise empty roadside cafe at night.  From the slurping sounds and the way his lips keep folding over themselves you can tell he lacks teeth.

There is no heating and the cafe smells weird.  And there is a blandly lit dead bus just outside the cafe with its door open.  And it is raining a bit.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Replies From View on January 05, 2015, 12:12:10 pm
Queen perform with just some random gay bloke, who strips all meaning out of the songs as he strops petulantly around the stage.

(http://images.bwwstatic.com/columnpic6/B74D4325-EDDB-D886-8346C392368545AA.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: paolozzi on January 05, 2015, 02:59:43 pm
My post was based on a FB acquaintance (not called Gary) who's into carp fishing and racism. All very bleak.

I also used to know a carp fishing fella (called Gary actually) and he was into the racism too. I once found his facebook page and the only stuff he had made viewable to the public were photos of his carp fishing trips and status updates regarding his views on pakis. The photos all indicated he was alone on these trips: lopsided snaps of him holding carp, his face being that of a man waiting 10 seconds for the timer to go off, kneeling low enough to get in the frame as the camera is resting on the nearest rock.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on January 05, 2015, 09:39:58 pm
A drag queen realises that gayness was just a phase after all, but it's too late to change his image now.

A 44 year old Asian American is unceremoniously let go from his job on a formerly popular science entertainment show and ends up doing adverts for McDonald's in between playing Mr Sulu in Star Trek fan films.

A Neo-Nazi tries and fails to spray paint a swastika so many times that it starts to resembles the Star of David.

A 29 year old woman looks about 35.

A Nigerian man votes for the BNP by mistake. He cannot read.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on January 05, 2015, 11:49:54 pm
I'm volunteering at a charity shop, and we're getting a lot of donations - probably unwanted Christmas gifts. I found this tucked inside a donated DVD of Airplane!:
(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u146/Cheese_maniac/imagejpg1_zps94b0dd20.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Birdie on January 06, 2015, 09:16:27 am
It's the smiley face with the munted eye that gives it true poignancy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 06, 2015, 09:20:14 am
A fat racist from Cowdenbeath burps loudly near a cemetery, on his way to a sexual encounter with a bi-polar grandmother whom he met through Adultwork.

An elderly hamster chokes to death on a rogue tic-tac during the night, it's sleeping owner completely oblivious.

A terminally-single 44-year old woman - who would have loved kids of her own - sits cramming her face with Flumps and Fangtastics in front of endless repeats of 'How Clean is Your House?,' and realises that she really shouldn't have been that fussy in her younger years.

A hernia-suffering Grandad hurls a full packet of humbugs at his pet beagle, after said dog chewed the wheels off his Airfix Fokke.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Replies From View on January 06, 2015, 09:35:56 am
A "drinking game" takes place.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on January 06, 2015, 12:50:00 pm
A drinking game takes place at a fancy dress party to a Black Eyed Peas soundtrack.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Indomitable Spirit on January 06, 2015, 12:59:10 pm
A man paid to walk back and forth with a sign advertising a pub on the A303 is hit on the head by a Sunny D bottle filled with truckers urine.

This reminds me of an actual desolate incident that befell me a couple of years ago.

I was leaving a late night showing of the appalling, joyless remake of A Nightmare on Elm Street when a Vauxhall Corsa full of guffawing, teenage pricks pelted a McDonald's cup of steaming piss at my head. It hit me directly on the chin, causing the cup to spin downwards and jettison it's entire contents all over my coat and jumper. I couldn't catch the bus as the tangy stench of urine was so pungent that it would have drawn attention and caused further humiliation. So I walked the nine miles home.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Replies From View on January 06, 2015, 01:02:53 pm
I can see why they were guffawing in anticipation though.  A McDonald's cup!!  You must have been fuming at the classlessness and they knew it!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Indomitable Spirit on January 06, 2015, 01:14:22 pm
I know, I can hardly blame them. The collective rapture they must have been experiencing as they zeroed in on their prey must have be intoxicating.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Indomitable Spirit on January 06, 2015, 01:16:06 pm
A Google search informs a man that the A Nightmare on Elm Street remake he thought he saw "a couple of years ago" was released nearly 5 years ago, reminding him of his ever accelerating journey toward the grave.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on January 06, 2015, 01:23:50 pm
The Groutlock family comes to, in a field. The estranged father pulls stained paper bags from their heads, yells "bon ami, mon petit famile et pain au j'taime... WELCOME TO PAREEEES!", in a cracked, screech, before pointing out the Eiffel Tower (an electricity pylon), the hunchback of Notre Dame (his dementia-suffering, kyphotic mother with a dirty mophead Prittstuck to her head and filthy floursack wound around her) before juggling a set of garlic bulbs and onions badly, whilst singing an improvised Groutlock family anthem in a jingoistic French accent. Even through the haze of stapler-to-the-head-begat concussion, mum knows a single spilt item of French fare will likely end in disproportionate blame and Gallic-themed retribution.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Replies From View on January 06, 2015, 01:31:01 pm
Miss Bronson, a morbidly obese female from way back (and known by the local kids as "the human waterbed"), sighs defeatedly as she discovers within her folds of unrelenting flesh a rotting, half-eaten chicken leg that she must have dropped on herself weeks ago.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 06, 2015, 02:31:43 pm
A screaming toddler is rushed to hospital after a Steiner school kid goes completely mental with a pump action water pistol he found lying on the ground at a summer fete.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on January 06, 2015, 02:44:39 pm
Outside the Theatre Royal on a drizzly Friday afternoon noted Murray Melvin fan Richard walks right past Murray Melvin without noticing him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Replies From View on January 06, 2015, 02:50:42 pm
A screaming toddler is rushed to hospital after a Steiner school kid goes completely mental with a pump action water pistol he found lying on the ground at a summer fete.

At the same summer fete, a three year old boy accidentally lets go of his helium balloon which immediately shoots up into the sky and gets smaller and a smaller, so desperate to escape his ownership.  His mother doesn't notice and never works out why he is crying. The day moves on and he continues to feel wretched inside but cannot vocalise why.  Later, as the memory itself fades, that feeling of wretchedness lasts within him as potential.  Sometimes he recalls the specific experience with the balloon and pangs of loss inexplicably flood over him, but he never mentions it to anyone, because as a grown adult he knows a helium balloon doesn't matter.  If he really wants one, he can buy one.  But he doesn't fucking want one.

It wasn't the balloon that mattered.  He has worked it out.  It was that he was three years old, and something hated him so much that it wanted to flee from him as far as physically possible whilst sadistically remaining visible to him the entire time, shrinking smaller and smaller until it seemed gone.  It seemed gone, but he knew it was still there, just too small to see.

Where it remains to this day.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 07, 2015, 03:18:17 pm
I just called Obama a monkey in front of some french scientists
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 07, 2015, 03:18:53 pm
Trying to retrieve the situation - I say "always messing about in other peoples affairs"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 07, 2015, 04:13:17 pm
A happy hardcore version of Eric Clapton's Tears In Heaven goes to number one in eleven European countries.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Blinder Data on January 07, 2015, 06:06:51 pm
A sodden man sans hoodie strives to push his wheelchair-bound brother up onto the kerb as the showers batter down, his sibling focussing his efforts on keeping an enormous empty birdcage steady on his knees, leaving his bald mole-speckled head open to the wild rain.

(The relationships are imagined, but I witnessed this only half an hour ago. Perhaps not exactly desolation and the lyricism makes it rather quaint actually but FUCK YOU I just saw it and it was bleak)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 07, 2015, 07:27:01 pm
An aged mere sits forlornly in a side street pizza takeaway in Narbonne waiting for her first customer of the new year.

After several days a portly Englishman tentatively enters and orders a Hawaiian in broken French.

The old woman dials up Dominoes in Bezier and tells the man that the pizza will take about 45 minutes to an hour as she plugs the large microwave into the wall socket in the box room at the back
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 07, 2015, 09:15:56 pm
A man resembling a young Patrick Marber in a cheap Officer's Club jacket, trips over a loose canteen floor tile on front of a woman he really likes.  He eats his economy sausages and dry chips alone.

A recently-widowed scrapyard worker loses his wedding ring in the mangled engine bay of a car that was involved in a fatal head on collision.

A 27 year old loner spends his weekends watching Tintin cartoons, but on Monday tells his work colleagues that he had a 'mad time' with his girlfriend and two young kids.



Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on January 07, 2015, 09:29:09 pm
A 27 year old loner spends his weekends watching Tintin cartoons, but on Monday tells his work colleagues that he had a 'mad time' with his girlfriend and two young kids.
That sounds wonderful. I'm sure you had a much better time doing that.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on January 07, 2015, 09:39:09 pm
A wrongly identified man in a coma is accused of being racist by Rav Wilding on crimewatch.

A balding man with learning difficulties walks into Tony&Guy. When asked what he wanted he points to a magazine photo on the table of Jamie Cullum and grunts in excitement......It's his 48th birthday.

Two school kids from Loughborough play truant and spray paints a swastika on a goose's back by the canalside.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 08, 2015, 05:58:17 pm
From rising women's darts star Fallon Sherrock's wiki

All of Fallon's family play darts, including her twin sister Felicia. Who also stared in the groundbreaking movie first ever Dart based porno.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 08, 2015, 06:15:20 pm
From rising women's darts star Fallon Sherrock's wiki

All of Fallon's family play darts, including her twin sister Felicia. Who also stared in the groundbreaking movie first ever Dart based porno.

Goodness gracious:

Is this the woman:
https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=felicia+fallon+porno&biw=1440&bih=799&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ei=78iuVK34DerR7Aby14CgDg&ved=0CAYQ_AUoAQ

If you don't want to see a naked cunt being fingered or rogering a giant dildo then yeah probably don't click on the above link.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on January 08, 2015, 06:59:33 pm
A Scotsman with rhotacism.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 08, 2015, 08:06:49 pm
A man vomits into a rain gauge.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on January 09, 2015, 05:08:35 am
An infinite number of monkeys banging away at an infinite number of typewriters in an infinite amount of time come up with a theorem that may cure cancer. The paper is put in the bin because it is not KIng Lear.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: soraya on January 09, 2015, 05:42:11 am
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Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Birdie on January 09, 2015, 06:49:14 am
Why did I Google?

(http://www.doereport.com/imagescooked/133W.jpg)

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 09, 2015, 11:49:32 am
Maybe it'll happen to [Insert name here].  She/He [Delete as applicable] is full of shit, after all.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 09, 2015, 12:14:54 pm
A man from Woking watches comic relief. He chuckles and calls a starving African child a "little pot bellied git" this is the only time he laughs during the programme.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 09, 2015, 12:29:12 pm
Partially-deaf office worker Felix Windass, 37, finally plucks up the courage, and subtly leaves a crumbly 'Be Mine' Love Heart on the desk of a much younger female colleague.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 09, 2015, 12:31:58 pm
An embarrassed teenager stuffs a rucksack full of cumstained socks and pants into a clothes bank.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 09, 2015, 12:48:53 pm
A skeletal, sleep deprived and dead eyed 24 year old man slowly chews a tomato ketchup sandwich and just about achieves a spongey quarter-erection as he listlessly tugs over badly animated Scooby Doo porn on his phone. He pauses only to increase the volume so he can't hear his heavily pregnant girlfriend going into painful and agonising labour in the neighbouring room.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on January 09, 2015, 06:29:03 pm
Two Muslim terrorists in France raided a printing factory and halted the production of the qur'an.

A Muslim terrorist in France thought that raiding a supermarket would be kosher.



Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 09, 2015, 06:34:01 pm
A skeletal, sleep deprived and dead eyed 24 year old man slowly chews a tomato ketchup sandwich and just about achieves a spongey quarter-erection as he listlessly tugs over badly animated Scooby Doo porn on his phone. He pauses only to increase the volume so he can't hear his heavily pregnant girlfriend going into painful and agonising labour in the neighbouring room.

Twice now I've clicked on this page and read that as 'a skeletal sheep'.  Twice.




Twice.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on January 09, 2015, 06:45:04 pm
A CHINATOWN, THE FROZEN FUTURE: A leopard seal-savaged penguin lies facedown in a wok of icy lumps, flapping its one remaining flapper against frozen shallots and peas and nuggets of egg, like a dysthymic pinball thing. As asteroids unfurl the wIzardLORD, a cackling robotramp urinates synthesised timepiss onto the fallen fowl's tattered, putrid back.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 09, 2015, 06:48:37 pm
... and I've just come.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 09, 2015, 07:35:45 pm
A partially bionic goth woman and a skeletal sheep go on an amazing crime solving adventure together. The sheep collapses before it reaches the Budgens at the end of the street. The adventure ends.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on January 09, 2015, 07:37:15 pm
George Lamb is born.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on January 09, 2015, 07:44:03 pm
A scrawny, dirty-faced boy eats some roadkill, his first meal of the week. Midway through the meal, the boy realises that the dead animal is his beloved pet cat. It starts raining. Welcome to Blaenau Ffestiniog.

Paul Ross waits all night at a now-defunct glory hole. Nobody comes.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on January 09, 2015, 07:55:11 pm
Blaenau Ffestiniog.

Some good mountain biking up there
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 09, 2015, 09:29:48 pm

An infinite number of monkeys banging away at an infinite number of typewriters in an infinite amount of time come up with a theorem that may cure cancer. The paper is put in the bin because it is not KIng Lear.
Don't worry, they'll come up with it infinite more times
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on January 09, 2015, 10:06:16 pm
A convicted child molester grumbles about unused frequent flyer miles to his reflection.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on January 10, 2015, 12:13:40 am
A hare lipped 4 year old torments a budgie with a knitting needle while her parents watch 3-2-1.

From a greasy window,  an unemployable rapist watches two magpies torment and kill a starling.  He wanks immediately thereafter.

After years of torment and endless abuse a 68 year old Asian woman stabs her husband to death. Consumed with guilt and never thinking that her side of the story would be believed,  she takes lots of tablets.  An episode of Boon is the soundtrack to her demise.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 10, 2015, 12:33:08 pm
Saturday night in Luton: a good joke fails to land.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 10, 2015, 12:35:48 pm
Quote
Welcome to Blaenau Ffestiniog

That would've done fine.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 10, 2015, 12:40:57 pm
... says the man who's never been there.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 10, 2015, 01:19:14 pm
I went on the railway and down the slate mine in 1995 so fuck you.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 10, 2015, 01:49:15 pm
... says the man who has been there, then, but who has no soul.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 10, 2015, 02:03:56 pm
I didn't find it any more than OK (I was 9) but it would be hard to argue that it wasn't breathtakingly wet and desolate. Terraces, exposed rock and rain. I'm sorry if that offends you.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 10, 2015, 02:06:48 pm
Blaenau Ffestiniog finds itself at the centre of a heated slanging match between two internet loons in early 2015. It is the last time it will be mentioned on the world wide web.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 10, 2015, 02:09:36 pm
I think it probably boils[1] down to the fact that I like geology, and have lived in Wales for so long that I see beauty in its sogginess.
 1. See what I did there?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on January 11, 2015, 01:10:41 pm
A 42 year old bachelor spends his week transferring his This Morning collection from VHS to DVD, occasionally breaking off to tend to his dying mother. 7 days of Richard, Judy, Holly, Phil, bloody stools, gentle weeping and 7 nights of insomnia and desperate escapist wanks ending in weak, rubbery orgasms.

A clown has a bad Tuesday.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 11, 2015, 01:12:46 pm
In my mind the clown and the 42 year old bachelor are one and the same.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on January 11, 2015, 01:33:33 pm
Tuesday was when he had to get the bus into town to buy a VHS head cleaner.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Replies From View on January 11, 2015, 01:46:42 pm
a VHS head cleaner.

For clearing up the rubbery orgasms?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on January 11, 2015, 03:51:58 pm
A 36-year-old virgin from Telford seeks counselling for his phobia of the Scotch VHS head cleaner skeleton.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 11, 2015, 03:57:29 pm
A man receives a talking bass plaque from his senile father.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 11, 2015, 04:12:33 pm
He puts it in the shed with all the rest.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 11, 2015, 04:13:56 pm
A dog with two front legs and wheels on the rear gets stuck in an exposed manhole, after the metal cover was stolen the previous night by gypsies.

An amateur astronomer spends his nights on a windy hill watching a farmer's hairy wife getting changed underneath a dusty lightbulb, in a room with peeling 70s wallpaper and dead spiders everywhere.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on January 11, 2015, 04:21:43 pm
A severly deranged man in Woking takes his empty shopping bag for a walk and waves at the dog shit bins in the park.

Simon Weston has the the gas on too high when making a fried egg. He gets spat on by the frying pan.

A millionaire playboy with a villa in Monte Carlo, Ford Mustang and a buxom blond on his arm still wakes up with tears on his pillow in memory of being aggressively fingered at the YMCA when he was 19.
 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 11, 2015, 04:24:13 pm
An obnoxious lottery winner hires Heston Blumenthal to make him a conventional dinner. He posts about it on twitter.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 11, 2015, 04:25:59 pm
Metrosexual Ben enthusiastically extends his arms for an embrace with his new girlfriend's rugby shirt wearing father. He is met with the stiff and frosty offer of a hand.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 11, 2015, 04:42:52 pm
A piece of graph paper finds its way down the back of a cupboard drawer and is never used, or found.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on January 11, 2015, 04:55:27 pm
A mountain biker from Birmingham shits his shorts and saddle after riding over a pothole on a full stomach. He tries to find a muddy puddle to splash through to cover the evidence and fails on the driest day of winter.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 11, 2015, 06:10:20 pm
The singer from Viva Brother buys some value marrowfat peas and a Fray Bentos pie.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: billyandthecloneasaurus on January 11, 2015, 09:16:28 pm
(http://share.gifyoutube.com/Kzq43l.gif)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on January 11, 2015, 09:22:45 pm
A steroidal bicep recounts the extremist tattoos, fruity sweat and countless prolapses it's endured since '93 to a visibly distraught, kneeless hurdler.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on January 11, 2015, 09:54:05 pm
Solomon Grundy hears the Beatles song, 'eight days a week'  for the first time and becomes resigned to his fate.

An octopuss witch gives a mermaid the legs of President Roosevelt

A couple come third in a Pontins fancy dress competition without even entering.

Superman takes a tarts card out of a phonebox
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on January 11, 2015, 11:59:37 pm
A tin of Apple Fanta keels over and fizzes replica urine along an embittered kerb, in Keighley
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on January 12, 2015, 12:52:14 am
Jim Davidson refuses to eat bacon because the rashers look like Argentina.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 12, 2015, 10:21:05 am
A 13 year old lad with curly-hair and chronic shyness, stares at a slightly older girl in a 'Blur' crop top and Doc Martens at Poole Ferry Port, on an overcast August day in 1994. He knows she's the one. She'll never know he existed, and not only will he never speak to her or know her name, he'll never see her - ever again.

(Autobiographical ^)

A hamster dies in it's little plastic ball behind the sofa, after it's 6-year old owner suffers a fit and is rushed to hospital.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: imitationleather on January 12, 2015, 10:28:43 am
Last night I was having a wank and I kept having the thought of getting my girlfriend pregnant and having to take her to the abortion clinic because we're too poor and unreliable to raise a child in my head and how upset we both were but I still somehow came. Lying there covered in my own jizz after having climaxed over that thought felt pretty desolate.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 12, 2015, 10:30:43 am
we're too poor and unreliable to raise a child in my head

Damn right.  There'd be bugger all room for it to stretch.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: imitationleather on January 12, 2015, 10:34:18 am
You know full well I meant a Croydon bedsit I'd have to move in to after falling out with my family and getting kicked out of my flat by my mum over keeping it and not my literal head.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 12, 2015, 12:30:50 pm
A man struggles to remove an itchy label from a cheap pair of pants, he is pulling so hard that when it does finally rip off his hand flies up and smacks him in the eye.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on January 12, 2015, 12:44:03 pm
A conceptual artist wears a hula skirt made of foraged used condoms on a magazine style programme on a remote satellite station.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 12, 2015, 12:50:10 pm
Matthew Pinsent pulls into a layby to follow through.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Replies From View on January 12, 2015, 12:55:19 pm
Some spent semen in a web of pubic hair gradually becomes caked overnight.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 12, 2015, 01:00:12 pm
Previously unheralded quantities of sludgey turd masses in the undercarriage beneath Matthew Pinsent's soiled arse.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 12, 2015, 01:11:05 pm
A bus driver transporting deaf teenagers to a day centre, crashes into the central reservation after trying to take a picture of Matthew Pinsent crouching behind his car with his pants round his ankles. A fire breaks out.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 12, 2015, 01:21:39 pm
A teenage girl makes a necklace by stringing together a week's worth of her used tampons.  Wearing it to the school disco, she doesn't understand why Darren won't kiss her.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 12, 2015, 01:30:50 pm
A pound and a half of turd sticks to the destroyed jeans and legs of Matthew Pinsent.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on January 12, 2015, 02:31:55 pm
Elvis 2000 and Cliff As-If appearing at Chesterton Indoor Bowls Club
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 12, 2015, 05:25:30 pm
ELP stage a reunion tour.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on January 12, 2015, 05:45:53 pm
Darren finishes his night shift at the warehouse, on his way home through the park at dawn he boots a squirrel half way across the football pitch and smirks to himself.

An obese 6 year old girl lobs a mcflurry in her grandads face because it's not the smarties one.

A piece of chewing gum that's been underneath a bench for for 29 years falls off a day before it's 30th anniversary, a magpie swallows it then regurgitates it for it's young chick who subsequently chokes and dies.

A bloke gags at the smell of his own fart.



Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on January 12, 2015, 05:53:26 pm
A fat man hides in the men's toilets during a fancy dress party, failing to meet anyone during the evening he stares depressingly at himself in the mirror, he is dressed as a polar bear. He draws a picture of himself on the wall in disgust, writing 'VULGAR' underneath.[1]
 1. The fat man is me... it's always been me......
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 12, 2015, 06:16:18 pm
A message board user confuses threads when posting.  No-one notices.  She hopes.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 12, 2015, 06:45:27 pm
A depressed nun makes a terrible cake.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 12, 2015, 08:10:52 pm
A depressed bun makes a terrible cake.

FTFY
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hangthebuggers on January 12, 2015, 08:35:59 pm
Modern Science has pinpointed the ressurection gene.

A mostly dessicated Queen Mother rots happily in the background of the Christmas speech.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 12, 2015, 09:32:09 pm
Shake 'n' Vac Executives drag the brand kicking and screaming into the modern day with an unironic advert featuring the dulcet tones of Daniel Bedingfield (a cut-price Barlow, apparently).
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on January 12, 2015, 09:55:50 pm
A used condom is found on a half eaten bag of chips in Truro.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 12, 2015, 10:37:54 pm
The lid of a pen is lost, never to sheath its master again.

It throws itself off Flamborough Head, and is retrieved by a crab, to no avail.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on January 12, 2015, 10:51:25 pm
A serial killer targets the fans of extreme piercings. He uses the ear lobes if his victims to make belts and belt loops for his kilt made of piss flaps.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 13, 2015, 11:19:13 am
A blob fish becomes self aware
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 13, 2015, 11:29:37 am
A barrel of blob fish land on a man in a vegetable state killing him instantly.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 13, 2015, 11:30:24 am
A barrel of blob fish land on a man in a vegetable state killing him instantly.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on January 13, 2015, 11:46:03 am
2am. Carrying a bulging canvas bag, Jimmy stops in at the coma ward.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on January 13, 2015, 05:39:31 pm
A man with a micropenis dances in a camp manner at Daddy Cool's Disco Inferno in Runcorn.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 13, 2015, 08:24:15 pm
A media studies graduate tucks into a Rustler's microwave burger and a can of supermarket coca cola as a birthday treat.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 13, 2015, 09:28:13 pm
Herbert asks his wife if she feels amorous.  Taking silence for consent, he rolls on to her and allows his semi-tumescent penis to be enfolded by rolls of her flabby skin.  He hasn't been able to find her vagina since the day she died last month.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on January 13, 2015, 09:54:03 pm
Albert smokes a snout through the whole in his throat that's a result of the surgery. Not even a party trick, just loves fags.

Terrence drops a piece of buttered toast, lands butter side down. Picks it up. Cat hair, snail shit and egg shell come up with it. Oh well. Crunch.

A tall slightly gangly lady called Rebecca decides not to tell Gav her supervisor at River Island that she has feelings for him. They both go home and wank furiously to the thought of each other, then cry. 10 years.

Outside a rundown cornershop in Feltham that specialises in cheap Polish lager and counterfeit cigs a wind powered spinny sign makes a mournful creaking sound and gradually comes to a permanent stop.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 13, 2015, 10:34:34 pm
Oof.,,, the return of classic desolation 101
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hymenoptera on January 14, 2015, 12:25:27 am
A student listens the neighbour she's never spoken to enter their room and sneeze twice. She says "bless you" aloud to nobody. Twice.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 14, 2015, 01:54:29 pm
On 'Yahoo! Answers' in 2006, a desperate single mum asks 'How can I feel less suicidal?' In 2015, someone finally replies.

Unattached lecturer Colin Ottershaw (56) tells a Lada / Arfur Daley joke to a group of first year Media Students, and waits for a penny that never drops.

A dying fat man makes a racist comment to a pretty black nurse in a Telford hospital.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 14, 2015, 02:02:24 pm
A man in Hastings says "flicking the bean" in earnest.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 14, 2015, 02:25:27 pm
A 97 year old woman still sets the table for the husband she lost in Normandy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on January 14, 2015, 04:27:07 pm
A dementia sufferer gets confused and eventually lost while visiting Normandy.  He is lured into a transit van by a gang of gypsies who force him into a slavery until he dies of a stroke in a meat rendering factory.  His remains are never found.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on January 14, 2015, 04:39:05 pm
Eight year old Colz returns to school for the first day after the christmas holidays, having saved up all his pocket money to buy eight year old Bryony, the one object of his true love and affection, a christmas present (which is promptly donated to a BHF shop). On the playground, Bryony loudly tells him that he smells of dog wee, and all his friends hear and laugh at him. Attempting to shake off the psychological wounds of his first, viscerally negative experience of love and courtship, he pretends to be unshaken by it.

Fifteen years later, Colz is a sporadic poster on sluthate.com, where he is branded a "betafag manlet", and "two Plancks short of a Chad-grade rasmus".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Goodsoup on January 14, 2015, 05:09:33 pm
The latest round of Israel-Palestine negotiations are declared a disaster after an Israeli official begins laughing uncontrollably when he realises that the Gaza strip looks a bit like a side profile of a testicle and an erect penis with phimosis.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: black_betty on January 14, 2015, 05:29:23 pm
Unrecognised other than for 'being brown,' Ahmed Merabet's grieving widow is the victim of a tragically ironic backlash attack.

The only physical difference between Dick and his identical twin, Mike, is that Mike has a larger penis than him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on January 14, 2015, 06:21:55 pm
A human turns up for another day at work and doesn't want to exist. Outside the sun is fierce through fragile trees, and the fields stretch off in beckoning possibility. But they must stay inside, instead of going out and following the sunlight, to drudge the bills away for the best part of their life, the same four yellow painted walls blocking out the sun in cheap mimicry and defiance. The end for them feels as distant as the star itself, the time of a thought to drift through all that space, or until that final collapse.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 14, 2015, 06:24:54 pm
A GP turns the searing focus of a desk-mounted light on a gentleman's weeping scrotal sores.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 14, 2015, 06:49:15 pm
An earthworm, pulled from its tenuous hold on life in the freezing soil and exposed to the January air, is passed from child to child before being placed in a pencil-sharpenings container and entrusted to one of the classmates, who takes it home to look after it for the night.  It is removed from its container and placed gently in a plastic takeaway container with some leaves and a dribble of water.  The child's mother, looking at the worm and noticing its semi-crushed state, doesn't think the creature will make it through the night.  Nevertheless she finds herself periodically checking on it, hoping that she is wrong.  When she leans over it, she notices that the warmth of her breath seems to stimulate a slight positive reaction from the worm.  Only the worm itself knows that this reaction is really a silent, screaming plea for death.

Based on a true story.  Today.  Going to check on it again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 14, 2015, 07:06:36 pm
A dying earthworm in a plastic takeaway container reckons it could well be in.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 14, 2015, 07:13:27 pm
Only if the mother in the story is into necrophilia.  I think it's carked it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 15, 2015, 10:15:33 am
A can of kestrel super strength rusts in a thin grey copse that was once part of a large ancient woodland. A mangled pigeon protrudes from the ripped metal.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 15, 2015, 10:16:32 am
When I see those desolate tufts of barren trees, I want to tear developers and human society in general to shreds
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on January 15, 2015, 10:34:10 am
A woman quietly sobs to herself as she leaves HMV after finding out that there was never a DVD release for Don't Scare The Hare.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on January 15, 2015, 05:27:03 pm
A slug encounters it's inevitable doom as it slides into a half descarded pack of ready salted crisps in Deptford.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on January 15, 2015, 07:55:06 pm
A bulldyke lesbian wishes she could grow her hair,  put on make up,  wear high heels and do all the things that hetrosexual women take for granted.  Her desire to know the love of a man and her inability to achieve this manifests itself as violent episodes and extreme insertions.

A gormless students eats Bernard Mathews Turkey Sausages,  Crispy Pancakes or Koka Noodles every single day,  without fail,  of his 4 year Economics degree.

A reality tv star removes a perfectly good set of teeth in order to install an outrageous set of veneers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on January 15, 2015, 09:41:30 pm
A bus station pigeon is ostracised because of going to the chiropodist .

A tesco metro security guard develops the thousand yard stare.

A rotund woman has the plaque on her teeth permed.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on January 16, 2015, 06:42:22 pm
A bus driver and a pigeon fancier kick each other in the glans on a Tuesday over who was first in the queue at the Dixy Chicken in Burnley.

A fox does a runny shit outside the 'Scope' charity shop in Solihull at 3:22am.

Gary Numan does zumba class lessons.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 16, 2015, 07:59:28 pm
A forty-seven-year-old man uses his best calligraphy to inscribe the lyrics of all his favourite Leonard Cohen songs on his bedroom wall.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on January 16, 2015, 08:08:56 pm
A young urban professional relaxes in his overpriced apartment in the Manchester Hacienda new-build development only dimly aware of the pivotal, global role the club that was its inspiration and namesake played in the history of music and culture.

He isn't immediately consumed by fire.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 16, 2015, 08:13:38 pm
A deceased worm's funeral is described as 'kind of boring' by one of its eight-year-old accidental killers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 16, 2015, 08:37:49 pm
A ghoulish Nuneaton man pretends he is trained in First Aid, just so he can get a close-up look at the broken body of a crashed motorcyclist.

A greasy gamer in an Iron Maiden t-shirt and Matalan jeans, pauses World of Warcraft so he can rub germoline in that area between the arse and the bollocks.

A man trapped in a sexless marriage spends hours on Google images trawling through naked pictures of women in their 40s, until he finds one that roughly resembles his wife. He struggles to maintain a full erection, but does eventually reach something approaching an orgasm.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 16, 2015, 09:33:54 pm
A worm has a funeral. None of its relatives or friends attend.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on January 16, 2015, 09:40:57 pm
A distraught woman from Staffordshire is in bed with her husband and takes off her wedding ring while he's asleep. She manages to carefully slide it over his cock and starts nibbling his ear and whispering sweet nothings to him.

He get's hard and is rushed to A+E with internal bleeding in the morning.

His hospital bed is located in the car park.

She get's the best night's sleep in 7 years.
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Two old women in a park in Boston chatting and one of them calls the other "fam".
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In 1994, a 20 something Rumbelows store owner in Wolverhampton does overtime to buy that Porsche 911GT.
He's 35 and now drives a Mondeo and works for Cosco 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 16, 2015, 10:38:13 pm
An earthworm is buried in an unmarked grave, and eaten by his unwitting family.

A tramp hurls a winnit at the Rainbow Bus.

A pervert wearing only a string vest and pink wellies rubs himself against a post box during a thunderstorm.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on January 16, 2015, 11:02:30 pm
An internet fatty declines every offer of real life human interaction in favour of wotsits,  ginger beer and wanking.

A rapist realises the error of his ways after he is sausaged in the showers by 6 prison poofs.

A budgie experiences the elation of freedom for approximately 28 seconds before being savaged by an alert Maine Coon.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Kane Jones on January 16, 2015, 11:15:28 pm
A man kicks a dog.  For no reason other than because he can.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on January 16, 2015, 11:20:20 pm
A 43yr old hobbit fan with high cholesterol rubs his willy against his anime duvet cover until he pre-cums.

An abandoned Xbox controller lays on the floor covered in wotsit crumbs waiting for his benefits lay about owner, Dean to wake up sometime this afternoon to play FIFA 2012 as Blackpool FC.

An ET fanatic from Cannock with Jaw-Jut gets a reminder letter from the local council to have his hair cut.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 16, 2015, 11:40:40 pm
A lot of this stuff needs trimming.

Quote
A 43yr old hobbit fan with high cholesterol rubs his willy against his anime duvet cover until he pre-cums.

An abandoned Xbox controller lays on the floor covered in wotsit crumbs waiting for his benefits lay about owner, Dean to wake up sometime this afternoon to plays FIFA 2012 as Blackpool FC.

An ET fanatic from Cannock with Jaw-Jut gets a reminder letter from the local council to have his hair cut.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on January 16, 2015, 11:48:26 pm
A lot of this stuff needs trimming.

Aww c'mon man. Desolation is the only time I get to laugh at my own jokes.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on January 16, 2015, 11:50:46 pm
At the same summer fete, a three year old boy accidentally lets go of his helium balloon which immediately shoots up into the sky and gets smaller and a smaller, so desperate to escape his ownership.  His mother doesn't notice and never works out why he is crying. The day moves on and he continues to feel wretched inside but cannot vocalise why.  Later, as the memory itself fades, that feeling of wretchedness lasts within him as potential.  Sometimes he recalls the specific experience with the balloon and pangs of loss inexplicably flood over him, but he never mentions it to anyone, because as a grown adult he knows a helium balloon doesn't matter.  If he really wants one, he can buy one.  But he doesn't fucking want one.

It wasn't the balloon that mattered.  He has worked it out.  It was that he was three years old, and something hated him so much that it wanted to flee from him as far as physically possible whilst sadistically remaining visible to him the entire time, shrinking smaller and smaller until it seemed gone.  It seemed gone, but he knew it was still there, just too small to see.

Alternate ending: Like dad.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 17, 2015, 08:20:27 am
A 67 year old snooker fan spends 8 hours writing fan mail to Judd Trump, whilst his pet chaffinch starves.

A lost beagle pisses onto a bin in Salford, then rolls around on a weasle's corpse in front of a boarded-up house.

A Welshman runs to catch a ferry, but misses it.



Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on January 17, 2015, 09:08:48 am
THE GREAT WINDS OF BRITAIN. JANUARY 2015. A YORKSHIRE VILLAGE. Gladys chases gust-strewn recycling along her unlit, potholed lane, her swollen ankles always a step behind the spent, bouncing tins of long expired pork aggregate.

The morning-after breeze ripples a village pond's algaed surface, distracting Joy from her daybreak catharsis of feeding tidbits to rapacious, arrogant moorhens and allowing her a brief glimpse of her drowned sister's bloated, eel-gnawed corpse.

Poorly rinsed tins of budget spam are collected by a trainee paramedic and dispassionately flung into a cosmetic surgeon's landfill wheelie bin.

Joy expires.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on January 17, 2015, 06:31:21 pm
A club footed pigeon pecks at moist vomit.

A severe acne sufferer enjoys an episode of Friends.

An Oasis fan does a Liam Gallagher 'walk' as he enters the dole office to sign on.
 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 17, 2015, 06:36:20 pm
A man walks into a bar.  He says, 'does anybody here own a six foot penguin?'  Everybody says, 'no'.  He says, 'ah, shit, that means I've just run over a nun.'  He is telling the truth.  He's been parked near the convent for a week, waiting for the right candidate.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 17, 2015, 08:36:55 pm
A 31 year old Cannock woman with poor hygiene buys a 'How to give up smoking' book for her 4 year old grand-daughter.

A hedgehog eats some leftover crack in a hedge then falls off a viaduct.

A man with hideous facial boils gets an unwanted erection in the 'reduced' section of his local Iceland. His cheap dreylon trousers do nothing to conceal it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on January 17, 2015, 10:37:36 pm
An obese woman eats 4 raw Halls skinless sausages as the other 6 cook.

A pensioner wanks furiously over a woman showing a centimetre of cleavage in a Betterware catalogue.

A man captures a series of cats,  tapes their legs together and inserts an empty cigar tube up their arseholes.  (true story,  the offender was re-housed in my town and was subsequently battered)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 17, 2015, 10:42:12 pm
A horny teenager uses a crisp packet as a condom. In the heat of the moment his brain barely registers the slow burn of the Frazzle powder down his japseye, but it's a sensation that will, in time, become a lifelong friend.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on January 17, 2015, 10:46:00 pm
A deaf woman watches saturday kitchen with subtitles on. Italian cuisine is incorrectly transcribed as taliban cuisine. She never eats pasta again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 17, 2015, 11:05:41 pm
A fruit machine commits suicide.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on January 18, 2015, 05:28:57 am
Shangri la is put on a three day week

A henpecked husband snaps and throws his own faeces at the in-laws.

A child with a cleft palate drowns in raw sewage. A woman in a wolf fleece cries at the news.

A mild mannered man from the South west of England is considered, by his peers, as a connoisseur of necrophila.

A condemned mans last thoughts are of Giles Brandreth.

A cure for jovial Scoucers is supressed by big corporations


 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 18, 2015, 05:31:03 am
Jovial Scousers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: paolozzi on January 18, 2015, 09:37:51 am
A old widowed man unknowingly traipes dog shit around his entire house.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ZoyzaSorris on January 18, 2015, 11:18:48 am
A fruit machine commits suicide.

One for the black mirror thread, shorely?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 18, 2015, 12:37:15 pm
20  years after the great nuclear war, the last surviving evidence of mankind's long reign over the earth, a cd copy of Uriah Heap's Greatest Hits, succumbs to disc rot in what was once known as Barnsley.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 18, 2015, 01:32:26 pm
A socially awkward man called Peter Fyle starts to live up to his name.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 18, 2015, 04:56:11 pm
A privileged student goes to a fancy dress party as a 2004 Morecambe Bay cockling disaster victim.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on January 18, 2015, 05:23:45 pm
Martin downs six cans of cheap polish lager at 6:30am before climbing up the ladder into the crane operators booth.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on January 18, 2015, 05:24:06 pm
Breeze Blocks made from the cinders of Birkenau build a Wendy house for a spoilt child.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on January 18, 2015, 06:26:27 pm
A man has a cerebral hemorrhage during the first guest segment on Mel and Sue's ITV chat show. He dies in the cooking segment, as Mel makes a joke about stuffing a bird. Sue...

After a motorcycle accident, a man becomes able to feel time actually passing - a dreadful sensation that doesn't stop until he takes his own life.

A sweaty nutter with astonishing BO sits next to you on the train and gleefully announces that you are his chosen one.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 18, 2015, 09:31:49 pm
A professional Ricky Gervais impersonator downs an entire packet of Polo mints, then rubs a Hugo Boss sample from a 1997 copy of GQ onto his crotch, prior to a midweek Tinder date with a 31 year old grandmother ('I'm bubbly and keep ferrets lol').
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on January 18, 2015, 09:40:24 pm
An assistant manager of a 99p shop pisses up its side alley.

A lonely fishmonger has a conversation with a sprat.

A wheelbarrow is filled with slop by a man whose name is spelled Garry.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on January 18, 2015, 10:48:01 pm
After an apopleptic-with-rugby West Yorkshire man hurls it against a necrotic summerhouse, a pretty, undernourished sugar glider braces herself for trouble when it staggers into a gang of rowdy squirrels.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 18, 2015, 10:59:18 pm
A professional Ricky Gervais impersonator...... In 2015
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: non capisco on January 18, 2015, 11:00:56 pm
A lonely man in a park attempts to coax a squirrel with a handful of seed. The squirrel darts up a tree. A watching child that the lonely man was unaware of says "I don't think it likes you, mate."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Banlon on January 18, 2015, 11:03:00 pm
Missing diabetic woman found face-down in the canal very close to where she was last sighted over two weeks before.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on January 18, 2015, 11:07:14 pm
A snivelling witch eating a black egg in the dark.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: non capisco on January 18, 2015, 11:11:07 pm
A snivelling witch eating a black egg in the dark.

Their early stuff was actually really good.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on January 18, 2015, 11:34:28 pm
A snivelling witch eating a black egg in the dark.

It's not a black egg, it's a new American Creme Egg, and it's not a witch, it's Cerys.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 19, 2015, 09:05:50 am
An elderly chap with bowel cancer receives a witless fart-themed birthday card in the post - 3 days late - from his family who live 2 miles away.

"Man found dead with frozen carp up anus 'had history of mental problems,' report reveals."

Gary Numan sings along to Maroon 5 in a borrowed Citroen.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on January 19, 2015, 10:49:25 am
Robert Smith, stubbornly-fashioned Cure front man, wanders around a dimly-lit multi-storey car park, trying to remember where he parked his car. He frightens a child in a stair well.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 19, 2015, 11:52:06 am
A cockerel-eyed batchelor eats a packet of stale quavers on an Islington park bench, before kicking a hungry pigeon into a ditch.

A young Irish lady called Siobhan moves to England, and spends the rest of her natural life correcting literally everyone on the proper pronunciation of her name. Eventually, she starts to suffer panic attacks in public.

An indifferent cat steps over it's owner's frozen corpse to get to it's food bowl.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on January 19, 2015, 07:12:07 pm
A 38yr old Terrahawks fan with aspergers cries for his mom when a picture of a wet vuvla pops up in his Firefox browser.

A pervert with tobacco stained fingers logs on to a chatroom and grooms a Simon Calder look-a-like posing as a 14yr old.

A Labour back bencher pre-cums while sitting on his washing machine on full spin and eating a topic.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 20, 2015, 12:28:15 pm
It's not a black egg, it's a new American Creme Egg, and it's not a witch, it's Cerys.

Not a witch?  Have you seen my chin?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on January 20, 2015, 01:32:56 pm
An emaciated, trembling lurcher painstakingly hoists itself up onto a rusted, largely shredded trampoline in its fallen master's back yard, before crawling like a hydraulic press-crushed Terminator to gorge on a necrotic squirrel that is macerating in a bed of fallen winter leaves.


Alan enthusiastically saws his granddaughter diagonally, right shoulder to left heel. His son watches on from the sidelines, nodding.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 20, 2015, 02:03:17 pm
In 1916, a freckled-faced simpleton expires with consumption whilst sodomising a sow in a Hereford barn.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on January 20, 2015, 08:16:33 pm
A bored man in Tottenham idly logs onto Netflix and fails to notice 'Schindlers List' in the Fiction category. The IT error goes unnoticed and he continues browsing.

A poacher from Hereford watches WinterWatch while making notes.

Michaela Strachan struggles to contain herself when Chris Packham gets excited about a "Wobin".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 20, 2015, 09:57:02 pm
A man from leeds catches a UTI after wearing a pair of skiddy pants back to front. He visits his GP and his frankly honest about what he thinks caused it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 20, 2015, 10:23:51 pm
A moose can't even be arsed.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 20, 2015, 10:26:22 pm
A man uploads a video called "Wigan Fatty Fuck" to the internet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 20, 2015, 10:44:47 pm
A mother tells her child to finish his chips or get a smack.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on January 21, 2015, 06:50:35 am
A tourettes sufferer in a quarry cries on hearing his own echo.

A lost ant dies of hypothermia under a solar panel.

A man lose's an eye after a UN sponsored belching contest turns violent.

A dog end in the foetal position becomes sentient it immediately commits suicide.

A self conscious man with no eyebrows superglues a woodland found wank sock to his forehead in a futile attempt to get a wife.

An obese man warms up a cheese and onion pasty between two of his chins.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on January 21, 2015, 07:59:50 am
Whilst losing his battle to brush the heady mixture of snowballed,  tobacco-infused semen out of his mouth, Peter realises that he has just paid around £8.50 to develop a life-long personality disorder. Her cackles shall be his wind voices now.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bored of Canada on January 21, 2015, 11:13:57 am
The beauty life can offer only gets stronger through so much desolation.
Be good to one another.
Be in love. If you like each other, kiss, hold, taste each other. Never let that person go.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 21, 2015, 11:22:54 am
A 20 year old man discovers he has grown an inch long nose hair and begins to panic about growing old.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on January 21, 2015, 11:23:55 am
A loss adjuster scrapes a dead badger off the road for later use.

A Tory Mayor places a VHS tape labelled "camp highlights" back into the porn stash under his  floorboards.

A burglar shits in a wardrobe. and is asked to leave IKEA
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 21, 2015, 12:28:50 pm
The beauty life can offer only gets stronger through so much desolation.
Be good to one another.
Be in love. If you like each other, kiss, hold, taste each other. Never let that person go. More so after death. Hold the corpse tight. Caress the rotting body until it merges with your own. Absorb it!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on January 21, 2015, 08:30:12 pm
A letter arrives addressed to someone who doesn't live here. Inside are a train ticket and a note: 'Here's your ticket. Can't wait to see you, Mum. Hope it's not for the last time.'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: paolozzi on January 21, 2015, 08:58:56 pm
A recently fired woman spends an hour every evening trying to get Wigan Fatty Fuck removed from porn streaming websites.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on January 21, 2015, 11:02:43 pm
With nothing else to do, a man in his fifties visits every Toby Carvary outlet in the UK. He is accompanied by a blind friend, who photographs the endeavour.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on January 21, 2015, 11:04:43 pm
(http://i62.tinypic.com/24flmhu.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on January 22, 2015, 02:49:16 pm
A man sits down to read his copy of the Sun. Upon turning over the front page to see an absence of exposed mammaries, he falls into a deep heartbreaking despair. The tits are back the next day, but it's an entire month until the neighbours notice the smell of decayed loan manager emanating from his flat.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 22, 2015, 04:43:23 pm
Quote
Eric Cantona's kung-fu kick: The moment that shocked football

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In a special show from 19:30-21:00 GMT on Thursday, 22 January, BBC Radio 5 live will explore in detail arguably the most shocking episode in Premier League history.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 22, 2015, 05:28:39 pm
The disillusioned owner of a neglected seaside gift shop with yellow artex walls smashes his windows and shits all over the carpet in the hope of getting a free advert in the local paper. 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on January 22, 2015, 06:52:24 pm
In a dank Tooting attic, a once-glorious tuba marks its fifth consecutive decade of going unparped by raising to its tuning slide and sighing half a century's dust over a heavily-mildewed photo album filled with joyless, forgotten family memories.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on January 22, 2015, 07:10:29 pm
Jihadi John drafts his TripAdvisor review.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 22, 2015, 07:12:28 pm
A virginal man gives his vajankle a good seeing too. He is so tired after the event he falls asleep on top of it, severing the two left-most toes. 
His dementia stricken mother finds them in the bin as she confusedly attempts to post a letter.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on January 22, 2015, 08:41:03 pm
The game show Catchphrase, but every cartoon contains a blatant advert for a product owned by Monsanto
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 22, 2015, 08:49:32 pm
A bleary-eyed 30 year old gamer in a 'Shit Happens' t-shirt, takes a testicle selfie at 3am in his dank, spunk-fugged bedroom.

On a Stockport sink estate, a pallid crack dealer wallops his pet greyhound with a rolled up Daily Star, after it gets shit on the seat of his nearly-new Mercedes.

A depressed transexual fails to smile at 3 successive Youtube videos featuring funny hedgehogs, set to the type of Dubstep music that even Poundland would baulk at.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on January 22, 2015, 09:24:46 pm
A group of children with Down's Syndrome are taken on their first school trip in three years. The bus breaks down in Crumlin, where a heroin addict shits in an alley in full view of the children.

Acne-ridden permavirgin Abdul sits in his mother's basement, alternately watching IS training videos and violent pornography, masturbating vigorously to both. He knows that his only chance of sex is via martyrdom and that he will never have the balls to die for a cause he half-heartedly pretends to believe in.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hangthebuggers on January 22, 2015, 09:32:04 pm
A man sits alone in his flat. Nary amount of any semblance of furniture. A poster. It's a poster of Eminems. His hero.

The chocolate.

'Rappitty doooo wack wa - my name are?

Ribbittty wick wick waaaa

wick wick wick wick wickety whaaa?

your name are?

*By this point you're spreading radiator softened chocolate all over your big fat fucking moistened face. You look BLACK.*

I've got a peanut in my nasal passage
I carry the final massage
My name is super cabbage
My name is something habitat
Yo

'Rappitty doooo wack wa - my name are?

Ribbittty wick wick waaaa

wick wick wick wick wickety whaaa?

your name are?

Ricketty rick rick rick

Eminems Dickhead!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 22, 2015, 10:01:39 pm
A woman walks around the Louvre and feels nothing. She returns home to rape her husband at knifepoint.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on January 22, 2015, 11:02:18 pm
Man rape?  That's fine,  please carry on.

A stressed commuter snaps and punches a man blind in one eye after he scrapes the bottom of an empty trifle pot with a spoon,  one time too many.

A greedy dog bolts down a whole box of Lindt chocolates and pays for it with a violent asault resulting in a punctured lung,  five broken ribs and 6 days of painful stomach cramps. It learns nothing from this incident and is throttled to death less than a month later after it wolfs down 24 Kit Kats,  wrappers and all,  and squirts orange shit all over a new hall carpet.

A Gary Glitter fan uses headphones to hide his shame.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 23, 2015, 12:40:48 pm

A greedy dog bolts down a whole box of Lindt chocolates and pays for it with a violent asault resulting in a punctured lung,  five broken ribs and 6 days of painful stomach cramps. It learns nothing from this incident and is throttled to death less than a month later after it wolfs down 24 Kit Kats,  wrappers and all,  and squirts orange shit all over a new hall carpet.

I once killed a dog by feeding it a kit kat. Saddest day of my life.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 23, 2015, 04:55:13 pm
A man slides a vcr of Dragonheart into his tape player while concurrently shitting his pants.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: black_betty on January 23, 2015, 05:31:27 pm
Bob the field mouse shivers through a slow death in the exhaust pipe of a Toyota Yarris, absent of the knowledge that his un-met soulmate Otis is enjoying a dreamless sleep atop the air box.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Big Jack McBastard on January 23, 2015, 06:12:45 pm
A beautiful but naive girl joins a poxy back-alley theatre troupe in a small grim town hoping to be a star some day. The run-down playhouse runs glorified children's plays and pantos in perpetuity, no agents or talent scouts deign to visit, fame does not come.

She ages horribly within the space of 5 years and gets pregnant via a closeted gay waiter at the end of a blackout drinking session. Living with her now elderly Mum, she thinks back to the time when a man she admired told her he loved her and how she turned away in hubris. She sighs as the baby squeals, unbeknownst to her an undiagnosed bout of whooping cough ravages its nervous system.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on January 23, 2015, 08:12:00 pm
A school kid throws a french fry at a dead pigeon outside Paddy Power.

A school kid throws a dead pigeon at a french fry outside Paddy Power.

A pigeon throws a french fry at a dead school kid outside Paddy Power.

A french school kid power throws a dead pigeon at a paddy outside

Fry a pigeon outside Paddy Power.

Throw a dead school kid.


FRY....PADDY.....POWER.....




Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 23, 2015, 08:27:06 pm
Thom Yorke's teenage son Björk takes the lyrics of Fitter, Happier verbatim and enters them into a school poetry competition. Nobody is fooled and he becomes a laughing stock. He discovers Muse and starts writing lyrics that lean heavily on themes of alienation and rejection....
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 23, 2015, 08:47:33 pm
A grown man learns a new word and uses it too much the next day. On his lunch break his workmate asks patronisingly "learned a new word have ya???" making him blush in front of everybody.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 23, 2015, 08:51:08 pm
A stapler becomes anthropomorphic.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 23, 2015, 08:54:14 pm
A fried slice declines.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on January 23, 2015, 08:56:21 pm
A student becomes anthropomorphic.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 23, 2015, 09:05:29 pm
The owner of a lonely heart flicks the vees at the owner of a broken heart.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 23, 2015, 09:13:51 pm
A Basingstoke wage slave with an unemployed wife and severely disabled son, starts taking secret days off work, spent within the sanctuary of his retired friend's semi-detached house. Hornby train sets are played with, Sky Sports News is never off, and racist jokes are guffawed at over cheap rum and Doritos.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on January 23, 2015, 09:26:30 pm
In 2043 a young man spends most of his teenage years plucking up the courage to confess to his parents he is not gay.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Big Jack McBastard on January 23, 2015, 10:38:06 pm
2045 a person of indeterminate sex finally decides to just be who and what they are, no surgery, no hormone therapy or gender specific clothes required. They live an entirely drama-free humdrum existence where nothing of particular note occurs, they die of boredom in a grey tower-block on an overcast afternoon.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 24, 2015, 08:55:06 am
A grubby pensioner in khaki shorts exchanges handjobs for tobacco in a Milton Keynes layby.

An over-fed toddler powerslams a Guinea pig into a hearth whilst his parents watch Jeremy Kyle.

A closet-nonce in a 'Sex God' T-shirt purchases reduced-price bacon from a frowning Pakistani woman, using only 5-pence pieces.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on January 24, 2015, 04:58:31 pm
A stubbed toe leads to a judge racially abusing his own shadow.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on January 24, 2015, 06:32:36 pm
A schoolkid gets a selfie stick for his birthday, he takes it outside and gets struck by lightning.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: weekender on January 24, 2015, 07:25:51 pm
I've just had an unexpected sneezing fit, and I resorted to sneezing into my hand because I couldn't get to the tissues or any toilet roll in time[1]

My first thought was to observe that the mess in my hand looked somewhat like jism.

My second thought was to note that it was unlikely that I could produce such a volume of jism nowadays, let alone project it at the speed of a sneeze (like I used to be able to).

Third thought was to post the hilarious jism/phlegm problem CaB, but I couldn't think of a decent post title.

I feel very, very, old today.

#Desolation

 1. I didn't want to sneeze onto the floor because then I'd have to clean it up and that could mean bending down.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on January 24, 2015, 08:54:16 pm
A staunchly left wing barman is forced by his employer to serve Nigel Farage a pint of Doombar and hand it to him smiling in a photo op.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 24, 2015, 09:38:51 pm
Six men go to a charming little freehold pub with its own microbrewery. There are several tasty, diverse and unique ales on offer. It's lager all round.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on January 24, 2015, 11:25:43 pm
A delightful librarian- a dead ringer for Dad's Army's Private Godfrey- with severe COPD passes away after a neophyte 999 operator mistakes his desperate gasps for help for an obscene phone call.

An out-of-work racist spends her hours skewing a hamlet's moral compass.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 25, 2015, 12:03:53 am
A nearly blind pensioner runs herself a nice hot sink.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on January 25, 2015, 12:59:11 am
A broken Cornish man considers the benefits of existence after losing 5-1 to himself at Subbuteo in his elderly parents' garage.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 25, 2015, 01:12:58 am
A man is informed the dog shit stain in his Ferrari will 'never come out'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 25, 2015, 01:30:53 am
A lacklustre goldfish chokes and drowns on a teddy bear shaped vitamin tablet well meaningly donated by a child undergoing tests.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on January 25, 2015, 05:46:36 am
"Because I love you!", blurts out Mark to his frankly repulsive newsagent.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on January 25, 2015, 07:13:25 am
A book on how to win arguments by referencing the bible sits in a Walmart, cheap enough for a stupid prick to buy it.

(http://i.imgur.com/OOD4mzi.png)

(bonus material) (http://i.imgur.com/jnH8qQN.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 25, 2015, 09:16:39 am
A nearly blind pigeon spies a lovely bird bath to wash its feathers.

A corpulent haulier scoops a dead pigeon from his septic tank with 'the pigeon scooper'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 25, 2015, 09:34:51 am
A man unwraps a dvd boxset to discover he has actually bought a bootleg of the series, the front cover actually reading Toffee Friends.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on January 25, 2015, 11:32:17 am
"Because I love you!", blurts out Mark to his frankly repulsive newsagent.

Maybe she's the one.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 25, 2015, 12:03:10 pm
The death of his mother and only carer provokes an American man with severe learning difficulties into realising his life long dream of visiting Wimbledon to see the Wombles.


Nobody is there to tell him just why the single tickets are cheaper than a return.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on January 25, 2015, 01:13:09 pm
A teacher overhears a camp 8 year old being called a 'poofy prick' by a boss eyed 6 year old girl. She stifles a laugh and tweets about it later that night.

A kitten is served as a starter at a Korean cafe.

A youth 'frisbees' a shard of broken glass at a herd of cows.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 25, 2015, 02:46:47 pm
A lost dog, startled by a helicopter hired by her owner to find her, tumbles off a promontory and drowns in the sea..
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on January 25, 2015, 05:39:01 pm
Maybe she's the one.
I forgot to mention- SHE HAD A STRING OF ASSAULT CHARGES AND WAS KNOWN AS An ACCESSORY TO PIGEON THEFT
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 25, 2015, 05:47:42 pm
It's Friday evening at last. 51 year old care assistant Pippa lies on her bed and administers an almighty fannygasm thinking about all the naked men's bottoms she'd seen throughout the week.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on January 25, 2015, 06:05:51 pm
 A muddy colt's whinnied application to switch fields receives short thrift from a farmer who is too busy hammering UKIP voting slogans into his land.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: burned crumpet on January 25, 2015, 08:04:42 pm
A council binman has his daily high cholesterol breakfast at the local cafe ready for a had day at the picket line.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on January 26, 2015, 01:50:07 am
An obese man with an eating disorder vomits into his own lap because he doesn't want to miss the end of a daytime rerun of a Friends episode he's seen three times before.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on January 26, 2015, 01:53:25 am
A strapping young lad wakes up outside of a Benidorm tattoo parlour after a night out. Annoyed with missing his mobile phone and both shoes, he looks in the shop window for some pointers for his hotel, and spends thirty seconds realizing the severity of having the words CHEMICAL TOILET tattooed along his jawline.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 26, 2015, 10:21:41 am
A man with learning difficulties eats a KitKat Chunky on a low wall outside an Esso garage. He stares forlornly at a burnt patch in the nearby grass, containing broken glass, a used novelty condom and yellow dog shit.

An Ed Sheerin fan has a wank in the bath and hits himself in the face with a spunk exocet.

A mean-lipped Surrey woman called Karen has a rich husband and no need to work for a living. She has a big house, a 4x4 with personal plates, her own personal trainer, and all the spare time in the world.

- None of this replaces the yawning, dark chasm that is her soul.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 26, 2015, 12:20:46 pm
"Ah, Coleen, you have that certain jerr ne say quwar" says Phil from Hastings before commencing his second Loose Women vhs compilation inspired wank of the day. He's not even old enough to know why Coleen Nolan is famous.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 26, 2015, 12:43:15 pm
A lonely but obsessed man orders a 200000 Yen Kaye Adams skin suit after hearing her voice on a radio in the movie "Under the Skin"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Jobey on January 26, 2015, 01:38:28 pm
http://www.funhousetwins.co.uk/
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 26, 2015, 01:46:47 pm
June 2015, and smiling, chubby Barry, 29, purchases some charcoal and a pack of sausages from a garage, totally unaware that the man who will kill him 27 years from now in a mugging-gone-wrong, has just been born in the adjoining hospital.

In 1987 at Port Talbot's Trebor Mint Museum, a geriatric in orthopedic Hush Puppies and dreylon trousers has an epileptic fit and shits himself inside out, whilst a family from Carlisle looks on helplessly.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on January 26, 2015, 01:51:11 pm
Dear CaB: some of these are brilliant. We should do a Desolation Twitter. Either tweet the best (determined by karma) or just make the username and password.for the account public on this thread and let people go at it. Thoughts?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on January 26, 2015, 02:09:02 pm
A waitress goes around a restaurant on an industrial estate in West Dublin solemnly telling the diners "you know yer woman Deirdre from Coronation Street? She's only gone and died like" while Dario G plays in the background.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 26, 2015, 02:38:42 pm
A 49-year old great-grandfather from Llandudno succumbs to heart failure at the checkout of his local Lidl, after a near half-century of excessive pork intake finally catches up with him.

In 1983, a pimply Wexford youth sends a Joy Division mix tape to a girl he fancies.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 26, 2015, 05:19:01 pm
A man with a dodgy cock cums on a prozzie. She has a go at him thinking he's wilfully pissed on her face after it shoots out dark and yellow.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on January 26, 2015, 05:31:30 pm
In the middle of the North Sea,  cold and depressed,  a recently divorced Arbroath fisherman stamps a cod to death.

A junkie attempts to break free of her tragic trajectory and fails within 20 minutes.  She is found dead behind some bins the next morning.

Bryan Ferry wakes up,  looks in the mirror and realises his best years are long gone. He goes back to bed.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pancake on January 26, 2015, 05:32:04 pm
umad?_44 frantically taps out another hate-message to fellow Xbox Live user in his dark, orange streetlight-bathed rental flat in Folkestone
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on January 26, 2015, 05:43:35 pm
A slightly dishevelled carpet fitter from Croydon called Tony has a swift wank in a cupboard under the stairs at a job he's on in an attempt to quell the feeling of deep existential dread that starts in his stomach and slowly crawls up to his throat every time he has a minute to himself. He spaffs on a broken beige hoover.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pancake on January 26, 2015, 05:44:38 pm
A charity shop volunteer prices up CD singles in Sea Palling
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on January 26, 2015, 05:46:18 pm
A goldfish develops an opinion, but is unable to voice it and nobody ever knows.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 26, 2015, 05:48:40 pm
Overweight Ted dons his best silk shirt and dances the night away at a deserted deep house club in Dumbarton. The melancholic, moody beats coarse through his veins sending him into euphoria as he tears up the dancefloor under the black light and strobes. He imagines himself caressed by pure bliss.

At 3am he chokes on a battered sausage and is found without a shoe in a nearby storm drain the next morning.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on January 26, 2015, 05:59:38 pm
A forest uproots and walks away, fed up with the constant bickering.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on January 26, 2015, 06:06:14 pm
Birnam Wood socially distances itself from a dunce, inane.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 26, 2015, 06:07:04 pm
A shy young man in an Aberystwyth bar asks a girl to dance.  He does this every weekend, and the girl never accepts - but the fact that she is always nice about it convinces him that one day she will.  One cold, windy night he approaches her again and asks his usual question.  The girl, preoccupied with complications in her own life, yells at him to fuck off.  He leaves the bar and stands on the seafront, shivering, wondering if he will have the courage to wade into the water and never return.  Just as he decides to give life a chance, a windblown gannet smashes into his face and knocks him into the path of an oncoming BMW.  The driver, having a phobia of birds, floors the accelerator, pulverising both man and gannet under the wheels.  A thin, chilly rain begins to fall.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Replies From View on January 26, 2015, 06:16:59 pm
The buttocks of a man with leprosy fall clean off.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on January 26, 2015, 06:21:46 pm
You come home and your little cat's beautiful ears are just sitting there in front of her. She stands there with her pretty paws together, looking up up at you. There's no blood; she just seems to have shed her ears.

"Meaaaooowwwwwwwww?"

You didn't know cats could produce tears, but she's managing it. You try to fix it with all the cuddles in the world, but she'll never be the same.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on January 26, 2015, 09:02:59 pm
Looking down the back of the sofa for his lost youth Ernst gets a paper cut from a 30 year old Woman's Weekly.

A gobshite in a bar loudly boasts of once being a cameraman on a regional current affairs program.

1992, the American rap group, The Nonce, get the wrong impression from the large crowds gathering outside their first U.K. gig.

A disused railway tunnel hosts an asthmatics convention. The concentrated wheezing make the locals consult a witch finder.

 A travel agent opens her front door and lifts her head, eyes closed,  to feel the freshness of the morning air. A gull shits on her tits.

A man feels a strange momentary emptiness after finally picking off that dangly, dust filled cobweb from the lampshade on the landing.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on January 26, 2015, 10:21:33 pm
A man obsessed with Carol Smillie develops a hobby whereby he views cars advertised in Gumtree,  he can't drive.

Six poofs spend a humid Saturday in Derby watching musicals.

A young couple are trapped inside a tent for four days of their honeymoon on Skye by a heady mix of midgies,  rain and a yeast infection.
 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 27, 2015, 01:38:28 pm
An old man in a cheap Teflon suit vigorously fiddles with his testicles during a child's christening in 1991. The whole thing is captured on camcorder, but is rejected by 'You've Been Framed' for being too blue.

A lone gypsy in a filthy cagoul parks in the last available Parent & Child space at ASDA, then coughs up a hideous phlegm omelette within earshot of a respected gay Parson.

A hermaphrodite from Dundee nearly wins £10 on a scratchcard.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: RDRR on January 27, 2015, 03:00:36 pm
An LGBT member purchases a Tesco Value loaf of bread in, er, Swindon.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 27, 2015, 03:02:36 pm
A Tesco Value loaf of bread goes unnoticed for 17 years behind an array of cheap Taiwanese made dumper truck transformers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 27, 2015, 03:05:37 pm
A Heather Small nightclub appearance in Runcorn is cancelled after she throws a hissy fit upon observing the poster announcing "Tonight at Lacey's Nightclub - Hether Smalls of of N People"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on January 27, 2015, 03:34:29 pm
A young polar bear undergoes an existential crisis when it realises that it is fucking freezing.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 27, 2015, 04:24:01 pm
Barry Manilow is folded in half and stuffed into a box after a thirty stone stagehand mistakes him for a ventriloquist's dummy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on January 27, 2015, 04:38:42 pm
A heavily-eyebrowed plumber is explained how his enuresis is akin to "the pipes you try to stop dripping with your ickle wickle spanner" in caustically sarcastic terms, by his miming git of an urologist.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on January 29, 2015, 11:54:11 pm
A worm's protracted, writhing death throes as it drowns in a puddle backlit by flickering, paroxysmal reflections of broken street lighting on some piss-filled winter's morning.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: soraya on January 30, 2015, 12:31:40 am
Two frozen crocodile burgers, £1.50 in Iceland.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Ryan Gosling on January 30, 2015, 12:44:06 am
A charity shop volunteer prices up CD singles in Sea Palling
Corr! Your a looker!

http://youtu.be/WpmILPAcRQo
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: DrunkCountry on January 30, 2015, 02:10:09 am
(https://fbcdn-sphotos-h-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xpf1/v/t1.0-9/s720x720/10303801_10152961805033211_4067385857894958181_n.jpg?oh=05397542c6b87a3b2dc2c9959516dd19&oe=5563BAA2&__gda__=1432101300_b7eef806a12ff67cc53f8df44727ac76)

281 likes.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on January 30, 2015, 02:30:59 am
The comment shouldn't be taken at face value, it's an instance of the "thanks Obama!" meme, where you blame Obama for petty unrelated stuff like a Republican. The fact that people still find that brilliant is a little depressing though.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: DrunkCountry on January 30, 2015, 02:37:20 am
The comment shouldn't be taken at face value, it's an instance of the "thanks Obama!" meme, where you blame Obama for petty unrelated stuff like a Republican. The fact that people still find that brilliant is a little depressing though.

I didn't circle the comment btw. It comes from this page: https://www.facebook.com/MoronsWithSigns (https://www.facebook.com/MoronsWithSigns)

e.g.

(https://fbcdn-sphotos-f-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xpa1/v/t1.0-9/487915_10151046576028211_707047969_n.jpg?oh=ca2f2e7e48f87081aa6522f8a4dbbc76&oe=556B9C9A&__gda__=1432163966_bb861ea442d6c2b832249bd9bcf9ed82)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on January 30, 2015, 02:49:50 am
They should probably be more careful about besmirching people by name if they're going to make mistakes like that.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 30, 2015, 10:47:32 am
A fed up, redundant Minidisk salesman hangs himself in a lonely belfry. His phone rings incessantly, the tune from 'Rhubarb and Custard' echoes loudly into the crisp, winter night.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on January 30, 2015, 12:23:29 pm
A man is forced to put the Brighthouse TV he paid £30 a month for 5 years up on Gumtree. It's priced at £30.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 30, 2015, 12:31:29 pm
A man is forced to put the Brighthouse TV he paid £30 a month for 5 years up on Gumtree. It's priced at £30.

After a week of no phone calls, he drops the price to £20 - finally, a local crack dealer offers him £17 for it via a poorly-written text message, and he accepts. The payment is made with a grubby five pound note and sticky pound coins.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hound Of The Basketballs on January 30, 2015, 01:10:31 pm
...which are promptly spent on...
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on January 30, 2015, 01:24:47 pm
A man buys a very cheap ground floor flat just round the corner from a tube station in an outer zone. After the first weekend he realises that his doorstep is right next to the alleyway that all inebriated travellers use to empty their bladders after a heavy nights drinking and that the rest of his tenure there will be tinged with the smell of piss.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Beagle 2 on January 30, 2015, 01:47:17 pm
A teenager in a Leeds United away top does a Keith Lemon impression.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 30, 2015, 02:31:37 pm
A 49 year old spinster takes 6 months off work and visits a Psychic Medium, after one of her 17 cats goes missing.

A drunken idiot in a 'Duck my Sick' T-shirt, photobombs a quadroplegic youth getting his photo taken with Fred Dineage in Lincoln.

A randy traffic warden has sex with a dot matrix printer in a skip.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on January 30, 2015, 03:11:04 pm
A retired stock broker buys a packet of prawn skips to remind him of those golden days in the red light district oh so long ago.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 30, 2015, 04:15:53 pm
A man flogs his CPAP machine to a breath-fetishist in order to fund his LOTR figurine collection. He suffocates on an afghan rug in a seedy Brighton hotel the very next week.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on January 30, 2015, 04:19:41 pm
A Fray Bentos pie.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on January 30, 2015, 05:13:15 pm
A Fray Bentos pie features heavily in one of J M W Turner's last landscapes entitled "The End of Nobility"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on January 30, 2015, 06:24:22 pm
Leave the Fray Bentos pies alone. You will be having a go at tinned potatoes and marrowfat peas next.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on January 30, 2015, 08:31:45 pm
A Fray Bentos pie is needlessly mocked.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on January 30, 2015, 09:22:49 pm
Dismayed by the meagre pickings of his packed lunch, an angler pours himself into his keepnet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on January 30, 2015, 11:26:03 pm
A cancer-riddled pensioner is kicked out of a taxi for doing a fart that triggers the driver's PTSD.

Felixstowe: As hail pounds on the roof of his caravan,  a retired loss-adjuster watches The Road and casually masturbates.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on January 30, 2015, 11:33:42 pm
Felixstowe.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on January 30, 2015, 11:50:49 pm
A six year old boy has his photo taken with his arm around a life-size Michael Jackson cutout in a dingy cellar shop on Rhyl promenade in 1987, he shows the Polaroid to his friend explaining he met Jackson on his 'holiday in America' desperately hoping he buys the scam. He does.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on January 31, 2015, 12:17:35 am
A timid woman with a dishevelled 'The Scream' face queefs loudly during clumsy and noncomittal coitus with a gormless caretaker's son. She rolls off in embarrassment and sobs herself to sleep.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Eggs on January 31, 2015, 12:24:44 am
A Fray Bentos pie.

(http://www.britstore.co.uk/photos/Goblin_Meat_Pudding_155G.jpg)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0U6sWqfrnTs
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dex Sawash on January 31, 2015, 03:06:45 am
I see Terry Nutkins being forced to suck a cock.
On the thorax of a moth.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 31, 2015, 08:36:15 am
A retired 96 year old Colonel with a prosthetic leg falls over in the snow on a Bristol side-street, fracturing his collarbone. As he lies in the snow beckoning for someone to call an ambulance, a small group of young people quickly grab their phones...and start filming.

It is Britain, 2015.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on January 31, 2015, 08:53:08 am
An attendant switches on the ultraviolet lights in the toilets of Hull train station.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on January 31, 2015, 01:00:42 pm
(http://www.britstore.co.uk/photos/Goblin_Meat_Pudding_155G.jpg)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0U6sWqfrnTs
(http://groceries.morrisons.com/productImages/229/229578011_0_640x640.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on January 31, 2015, 01:44:16 pm
Despite multiple attempts with multiple tin openers a former Blue Peter presenter fails to open a Fray Bentos, Chicken Balti tinned pie. He opens his veins with the jagged lid of one he made earlier.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on January 31, 2015, 02:07:22 pm
For the first time in human history a Frey Bentos pie cooks perfectly. The pastry all nice and crisp, with plenty of meat with no gristles. Unfortunately this pie will not be eaten as the woman who put it in the oven suffered a  massive heart attack afterwards as she was taking a dump in the toilet. The pie will burn and set fire to the house in which the women will burn to death along with her cat and her Budgie. A fireman will die whilst trying to rescue her, that fireman's wife will go on to kill herself by throwing herself in front of a bus whilst her screaming toddler watches. The driver of the bus will suffer trauma and as a result will lose his job. After 2 years on the dole the bus driver is a nervous wreck. Short of money he wanders around the streets searching for a job and food. Then one day he wins a food hamper in a local raffle. He opens the hamper to find a chicken Frey Bentos pie inside. He carefully opens the pie tin and puts it in the oven. "Finally some half decent food" he thinks to himself as he smiles. Suddenly he feels the urge to take a dump..
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on January 31, 2015, 03:17:25 pm
Fractal Desolation

Pi(e) = 3.14bentos
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Replies From View on January 31, 2015, 04:40:24 pm
Ben Elton chuckles and nods to himself as he completes page after page of The Wright Way.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on January 31, 2015, 07:58:42 pm
A lonely hoarder who lost his right ear in a house fire, listens to 'The B-Sides of The Wurzels - In Stereo' on a Sony Walkman he bought in Scope for 79p. A lonely Fray Bentos pie sits forlornly on his hearth, as he falls into a sleep he'll never wake from.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on January 31, 2015, 08:59:18 pm
And all the singing is in the left channel, which corresponds to his deaf ear.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on January 31, 2015, 09:36:49 pm
Quote
Kenji Goto converted to Christianity in 1997, and is a member of a United Church of Christ in Japan and a member of a parish in Den-en-chōfu, Tokyo.

In October 2014, Goto's wife Rinko Jogo had a baby. He also has an older daughter from a previous marriage.

On Saturday, the 31st of January 2015, Goto was beheaded.

- credit to Wikipedia for that one.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 01, 2015, 12:08:05 pm
An eloquent but desperately lonely man deliberately uses malapropisms wherever possible just so that strangers can correct him, thus prolonging what few conversations he has.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on February 01, 2015, 01:01:47 pm
A young girl is enjoying herself whilst dancing in the disco to the latest Boney M hit. Out of nowhere she suffers from a sudden massive malapropism prolapse and drops down onto the dance floor dead. The line "Oh those Russians" bursts from the speakers as the blood oozes from her lifeless eyeballs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: black_betty on February 01, 2015, 03:18:32 pm
Felixstowe.

A nine year old boy who was supposed to be watching the Felixtowe carnival out of his Grandma's bedroom window, turns around to see her naked during the 'quick change' she thought she could get a away with. This would never have happened in Southend.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 01, 2015, 05:25:30 pm
A man with a young family reads Adrian Chiles' wikipedia entry instead of spending quality time with his kids.

After a night out in Lowestoft, a drunken 29 year old man with a curtain fringe, staggers up a back lane, vomits up cheap lager into his greasy cheeseburger, then eats it. He wakes up at 6:39am next to a pigeon's corpse, beneath a filthy transit van.

An unmarried man who lives for Morris Dancing, loses both of his legs in a bizarre gardening accident.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on February 01, 2015, 05:54:28 pm
A rotund middle-aged bachelor resorts to increasingly harder pornography in an attempt to counter the colossal loneliness that dominates his life. One Tuesday morning his 80 year old mother walks in on him joylessly wanking to a video called Brazillian Ape Gape. She's into it...
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on February 01, 2015, 06:19:31 pm
A boisterous but dim dog slurps a slug off a stinging nettle leaf, stings the fuck out it's tongue. Never slurps a slug again.


New fucking page cunt again.

A mildly tipsy and dishevelled man worries about starting a new page on a thread on a comedy forum on a Sunday night for no discernible reason. He edits his post. Probably an attempt to fit in. Slurps down some more ale and tries not to think too much about it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 01, 2015, 08:02:01 pm
A mildly tipsy and dishevelled man slurps a slug off a stinging nettle leaf on a Sunday night for no discernible reason. He stings the fuck out of his tongue. Probably an attempt to fit in.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on February 01, 2015, 08:04:47 pm
A pot bellied 42 year old man decked out in Cons, skinny jeans and a Strokes T shirt dances and sings passionately along to 'Mr Brightside' as the sole attendee in an ill fated indie club night situated in the upstairs of a dwindling pub. The depressed and recently divorced 43 year old DJ tries his best not to make eye contact as his thoughts turn to how many packets of over priced paracetamol he can get hold of in the 24 hour store on his way home.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on February 01, 2015, 08:15:37 pm
The owners of a  shed based homemade sex doll brothel is celebrating 50 years in business at a local Harvester. Back at the shed a rival Madam breaks in and superglues all the rolled up marigold gloves together. Six miles away a regular client of the brothel known to the owners as, Unwelcome Malcolm wakes from his uneasy sleep and shouts, Vera, No! into the darkness of his caravan.

A former convert girl in an army surplus jumper uses the heat from a paraffin heater to make toast.

A couple of gullible middle class teenagers experience an hashish like high from smoking the potting compost they bought from a man in a jesters hat.

An habitual liar is caught out and begins to weep genuine tears. The next day he is the  inventor of Soda Stream again.

An environmentally aware pervert nails his penis to a piece of unsustainably sourced Ebony.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 01, 2015, 09:04:33 pm
Ricky Gervais in ... the invention of soda stream
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on February 01, 2015, 11:43:45 pm
A hunch-backed Croatian farmer tills a barren-looking field using only a single hoe.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on February 02, 2015, 12:06:19 am
A severely dyslexic woman memorises the spelling of the word apothecary the day before it is removed from the Oxford English dictionary
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on February 02, 2015, 12:27:11 am
A hunch-backed Croatian farmer tills a barren-looking field using only a single hoe.

I'm currently reading a book that has strongly defended the nobility of Croatian peasantry in the 1930s so don't find that so desolate actually.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 02, 2015, 09:24:15 am
Quote from: BBC
See in the deadline with Dan Walker, who will present a transfer deadline day special edition of Football Focus on BBC One from 22:45 GMT.
He will be joined by Murphy, Jenas and Neville to round up the day's events, as well as an overview of the whole transfer window.
There will be regular transfer news on national and regional television programmes as well as BBC World, while you can watch the BBC Radio 5 live special from 19:00 GMT on the BBC red button.
The News Channel will broadcast a 30-minute transfer deadline day edition of Football Focus at 18:30 GMT, presented by Walker, that will also be streamed on the BBC Sport website. Guests will include Jenas and Kilbane.
BBC World News will have bulletins at 18:43, 20:43 and 23:43 GMT.

See in the deadline...WTF?! Happy Deadline day!!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 02, 2015, 12:37:05 pm
A deputy call-centre supervisor wears a Kappa tracksuit, with shiny black formal shoes, to a wedding reception. He clutches a bottle of Blue WKD to his chest, whilst dancing alone to 'I'm Walking on Sunshine' - played at an atom-shattering volume.

A sad, elderly three-legged chocolate labrador hops up a dirty Mansfield back alley in the Summer of 1996. By the time you read this, he's already been dead for many, many years.

A hermaphrodite who suffers blackouts, follows Dermot Murnaghan on Twitter.

A bored dwarf sits in his dank Dagenham bedsit, writing gay Noddy fan fiction, using a pencil stolen from Argos.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on February 02, 2015, 12:43:08 pm
Feeling inspired after hearing a joke on an 8 out of 10 cats rerun, Sue from Bedford smears peanut butter over her genital.

Unlike in the joke, the dog is not interested.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 02, 2015, 12:43:47 pm
A sad, elderly three-legged chocolate labrador hops up a dirty Mansfield back alley in the Summer of 1996. By the time you read this, he's already been dead for many, many years.

SNG wants me to tell you that you are a monster.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 02, 2015, 01:00:50 pm
SNG wants me to tell you that you are a monster.

Feel bad now, as a dog-lover, but it is the Desolation thread after all.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 02, 2015, 01:03:00 pm
He was laughing his head off, if that makes you feel any better.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 02, 2015, 01:06:34 pm
Ah, that's ok then.

A tramp freezes to death in the foetal position outside a condemned Ormskirk leisure centre.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 02, 2015, 02:52:14 pm
Ah, that's ok then.

A tramp freezes to death in the foetal position outside a condemned Ormskirk leisure centre.

Fuck you..you've just pissed off one avid tramp lover.

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"Avid tramp lover" is released as a Christmas single b-side by Stockport Willy, a 50 year old mentally challenged man who found infamy on a youtube viral where he blows his cock off with a Vietnamese firecracker.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on February 02, 2015, 05:20:14 pm
A rotund robin gets accidentally pissed on a bit of fermented apple and woozily tries to fly home. On the way he gets blown into a bush, has to sit on a twig for 20 minutes to sort his head out.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 02, 2015, 06:07:58 pm
Lying, bleary eyed and damp in a Bottrop back street, Jurgen hears the faint sound of merriment drift down the narrow street from an über-40s party being held at Club Afrika.

As he drifts into eternal sleep, he mouths the words to accompany the song "Oh, do ze okey cokey. Ohhhh, do ze okey cokey, knees in, arms out, heil heil heil"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 02, 2015, 06:24:57 pm
A middle-aged, middle-management bachelor's vacuum cleaner malfunctions and sprays the room with the thousands of maggots that have been feasting upon the bodies of the many rodents he has sucked into it over the last few months.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on February 02, 2015, 09:20:32 pm
A single father devotes his attention to ignoring both his crying infant son, and the flames and smoke from his kitchen, as he casually browses bing.com for methods to circumvent the Sun's online paywall.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on February 02, 2015, 11:02:37 pm
A toilet attendant crosses himself as a drunk Johnny Vegas stumbles into a stall.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 03, 2015, 09:45:33 am
An out-of-work clown listens to Mumford & Sons, whilst plums-deep in a battered flesh torch.

In a cry for help that goes unanswered, a pig-ugly Bobsleigh fan writes 'Fuck off you bastards!!' on the Facebook wall of the Female Austrian Luge Team.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Better Midlands on February 03, 2015, 12:25:41 pm
A toilet attendant crosses himself as a drunk Johnny Vegas stumbles into a stall.
A toilet attendant crosses herself as a drunk Cheryl Surname stumbles out of a stall.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: mook on February 03, 2015, 12:27:57 pm
^ did the drunk johnny vegas shit out the drunk cheryl surname?

i hope so.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on February 03, 2015, 12:30:27 pm
An autistic homosexual wears a Breton jumper to a gaybar.

After one mouthful a delicious chicken chow mein is cack handedly dropped into the gutter by a famished paraplegic in Greenock.

A man starts a campaign of hate against his neighbour after her newly installed bird feeder gains traction with the local wild birds.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 03, 2015, 12:43:58 pm
'Cheryl Surname' is an anagram of 'unreal Cerys - hm'.

I must hunt her down and find out what else she knows.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Beagle 2 on February 03, 2015, 12:59:25 pm
An early cleaning lady and the only remaining worker in a darkened office make awkward small talk, both knowing she's clocked his hastily stuffed-away erection. 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 03, 2015, 01:28:58 pm
After being jilted by a disabled Latvian sex worker, A spiteful fat man deliberately posts unhidden spoilers on a 'Walking Dead' fan forum, from his static home in Dawlish.

A man close to retirement age is the only person to dress up for an 'Only Fools & Horses'- themed charity day in his office. Later that day, whilst still dressed as Uncle Albert, he takes his own life in an unlit kitchen.

A Judas Priest fan finds God in the freezer section of Aldi.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on February 03, 2015, 01:49:42 pm
A beanbag-shaped primary school cleaner yelps, llamaesque, when scraping her bare, hairy shin against a low brick wall alongside the ladybird wildlife garden.

Some tattered tarpaulin advertising a rotund former professional darts player's special guest appearance from Christmas 2011 flails in a chilling breeze outside an East Ridings working men's club. Unsanitary fruit machines twinkle inside; cars hurry along the A road outside.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on February 03, 2015, 01:57:08 pm
A promising young model is permanently disfigured after a peanut with a human being allergy swells up and explodes inside his mouth.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 03, 2015, 02:41:27 pm
The Powerhouse club, Newcastle - Facebook page

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In the first of our X-Factor 2010 Fridays, we bring Simons first act out F.Y.D. (Follow Your Dreams).

The five piece group, consisting of Kelvin, Alex, Ryan, Matt and Jordan sang Plan B's "She Said" in their first audition winning high praise from Louis and Cheryl but Simon Cowell "just didn’t get it.”

At judges houses and with Simon as their catogory mentor chances looked slim for this band but they made it into his choosen three and the live shows.

Preforming Bruno Mars "Billionaire" they got their chance to shine on the live stage but the viewer votes left them in the bottom three.

Nicolo Festa became the first finalist knocked out this year and F.Y.D. then had to compete in a sing-off with Cheryl's girl Katie Waissel.

Singing Rihanna's "Don't stop the music" it all came down to Louis Walsh on the judges votes who voted along with Cheryl & Danni to send the boys home and LIVE for their debut NEWCASTLE performance at the PH Fri 22nd October.

Keep watching this weekends X-FACTOR (shown in Switch, Bank & Gossip) to see who'll be next to appear at POWERHOUSE.

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CANT AFFORD IT :'''''( xx

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sorry going to stratford! x
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 04, 2015, 09:12:08 am
In front of a gaggle of pretty sixth formers, a fuck-faced simpleton with a neck tattoo and stolen Puma trainers, struggles with the revolving door of his local dole office.

On his 2am break in a nothing town, a crab-eyed kebab shop employee listens to Ndubz whilst booking an appointment with a 36 year old grandmother on Adultwork.

The front end of an Austin Maestro pokes out of a grimy tarpaulin on a Cardiff driveway - undriven since it's owner's fatal 1997 heart attack - his severely disabled widow unable to part with it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on February 06, 2015, 08:08:00 pm
A braying student on a Friday night train describes a project at UNIVERSITY as,  'Kick Ass'.

A pigeon gets tangled in a clementine bag and freezes to death in the doorway of Bejam.

Two tramps bum each other inside an industrial wheelie bin
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 06, 2015, 08:20:23 pm
Fearing a knock on the door from the local constabulary, an arable farmer with eyebrows on his cheeks and a faint wiff of bad scotch eggs about him, flytips 37kg of Belgian Revenge Porn in a Norfolk layby, before treating himself to an out-of-date pepperami and a carton of flat Um Bongo.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on February 06, 2015, 08:49:30 pm
There are quite a lot of lifestyles described in this thread that I can only aspire to.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: paolozzi on February 06, 2015, 08:59:57 pm
A man tries to convince himself for the 5th day in a row that the red in his stool must be from that bit of beetroot he ate last week.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on February 06, 2015, 09:05:49 pm
When it becomes blindingly obvious that the man opposite isn't actually listening to anything on his headphones and is eavesdropping on the drunk students opposite him, one of them loudly adds "it only turned out she was fucking married" to his late night conversation on a Wirral Line train.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 07, 2015, 12:01:32 am
A special needs kid in a Beavis & Butthead t-shirt has an aneurysm on a Skegness ghost train.

A sad batchelor in a beige pac-a-mac gets his photo taken with Nell McAndrew at a summer fete. The photo is blurry and her smile insincere, but this is the highlight of his life.

A skinny woman with all sorts of underlying esteem issues, begs her tattooed smackhead boyfriend to stop kicking the shit out of a pacifist Chinese student who 'looked at him funny' in a taxi rank.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Ten Cents on February 07, 2015, 03:57:10 am
This video.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p227z98e66Q
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Big Jack McBastard on February 07, 2015, 04:36:16 am
A bitter octogenarian virgin clones himself and ports his memories into the new body on his deathbed and then lives yet another life devoid of physical affection because he's still a massive arsehole.

A convicted mass murderer and a convicted serial paedophile conceive a pair of twins via sex through the bars of a temporary holding cell. The mother subsequently sells her brood to other prisoners, first for heroin, then for less heroin.

Clawing at his face with pudgy fingers an acne-ridden overweight gas fitter strains out liquid horror from his bowels into the once pristine pan... in a customers house. This is the the 5th visit to the swanny and the second person's house he has sullied today. Droplets of sweat from his forehead soak into the toilet mat.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 07, 2015, 08:56:40 am
An eccentric Sweeney fan who fancies himself as a modern day Jack Regan, starts wearing kipper ties, flares and loud shirts in everyday life, and is promptly laughed down by school-kids who have no concept of anything prior to 2005.

In a vain attempt to be hilarious, a man with the username of 'Terry Waite's Radiator' posts an out-of-date, low resolution cat meme in the wrong section of a Port Vale fan forum.



Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 07, 2015, 11:02:36 am
This video.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p227z98e66Q


Soundtracked by Dumpy's Rusty Nuts.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on February 07, 2015, 02:03:04 pm
Susan discovers a disastrous design flaw in Tena Lady at her 60th birthday party.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on February 07, 2015, 04:34:09 pm
In the searing July heat, a fight breaks out between a bereaved, alcohol ravaged father and a deadbeat council underling assigned to remove some cheap wilting flowers left by the spot where young Casper got splatted by an asphalt lorry three years ago. An eye socket is brutally dislocated to the soundtrack of Happy by Pharrell Williams, which blasts from the car of a fuckwit in a nearby traffic jam.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on February 07, 2015, 04:41:57 pm
A lifelong closeted gay virgin finally decides to do something with his sexuality at the age of 56 only to realise that he's impotent.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 07, 2015, 07:33:30 pm
A man at his own wedding reception stares into the middle distance for 23 seconds, after it suddenly dawns on him that 100 years from now, everyone in the room will be dead. Later that evening, he struggles to keep an erection for his new bride, a pre-cursor to their messy divorce 11 months later.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: DukeDeMondo on February 07, 2015, 07:54:00 pm
A lifelong closeted gay virgin finally decides to do something with his sexuality at the age of 56 only to realise that he's impotent.

"It's like raaay-eeeee-aayyynn..."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on February 08, 2015, 02:05:29 pm
In his final weeks,  Fred Dibnah allowed the veil to drop and admitted he was a raving technophile.  He leads his wife to the basement to let her hear his Dolby DTS 11.2 home cinema set up complete with a 65" Pioneer Kuro plasma.  He says that Isimbard Kingdom 'fucking' Brunel couldnt have built this and that the Victorians in general were nothing but black and white shit stabbers.

A depressed,  bald man latches onto a group of colleagues on their way to the pub on a Friday.  They tolerate his mind piss and Jill from HR plants an overly long kiss on his cheek.  After 4 pints of draught Fosters and a 'jaegerbomb'  he makes his excuses and leaves.  Warm with the half hearted conversations from earlier and knowing he has reached some sort of personal zenith, he decides he wants to go out on a high note and hurls himself off a multi story car park.

Mark E Smith refuses to open the special delivery letter from the local oncology dept.  He racks up a few lines of whizz and heads for the boozer.  Its 11am.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on February 08, 2015, 02:27:50 pm
It had been sitting on the shelf by the chip shop till for months. Every few weeks a hand would enter it's home and each time it hoped to be picked but instead the hand of god would pick one of its comrades. Now it was alone in its home watching from behind the glass as various people entered through the door and ordered things. Then one fateful day it heard the voice of god say "Time to get rid of this, it's been in here for weeks". Finally it would serve its purpose! Its time had come!..but things were different this time as it felt its home start to move. The sound of the gates of heaven erupted as it felt itself fall. It seemed to fall forever untill it landed with a thump into the cold plastic bin bag. Now it was worth nothing, just an out of date disguarded pickled egg, unwanted and doomed to decompose on the rubbish tip. Not even good enough to be digested.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 08, 2015, 03:10:31 pm
disguarded

I will adopt this word and use it, for it is pleasing to mine eye.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on February 08, 2015, 05:34:15 pm
In an unassuming small town cafe, an obese man from Goring-by-Sea who was born in 1997 calls a gentle old lady behind the till a "fucking whore" because the wifi went down for five minutes.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on February 08, 2015, 05:49:11 pm
A 48 year old father (82% bald) from Reading sighs as he walks past his 16 year old sons bedroom and hears him telling an 11 year old boy from Switzerland to "kill yourself faggot" whilst he plays call of duty on the xbox.

A 16 year old boy gags then gets a semi after looking at his 48 year old bald(ing) fathers internet history.

An 11 year old Swiss boy spends 20 years battling with massive insecurity and self doubt over his sexual identity before ending up in a fulfilling relationship with a 36 year old man (53% bald) originally from Reading.

Ending's probably a bit happy for the desolation thread. Change 'fulfilling' to 'abusive' for full desolation.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on February 08, 2015, 06:02:34 pm
A homeless alcoholic stumbles into the corner shop with a handful of change. Stumbling towards the chiller his attention is diverted by a single can of Tizer. His mind flashes back to a happy childhood, he grabs the can and vows to make a change in his life.

Exiting the shop he opens the can and takes a sip. The recipe for Tizer was changed long ago, his mood comes crashing back down.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on February 08, 2015, 06:34:40 pm
A man glances across the room to greet the stare of the beautiful woman who has been watching him dig a bogey out of his nose for the last two minutes.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 08, 2015, 06:37:26 pm
A beautiful snot fetishist is disappointed when the man she has been watching with poorly-disguised lust for the last two minutes screams and runs out of the building, never to return.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 08, 2015, 06:57:05 pm
A South African man with dirty fingernails enters his local PC World and asks a sales assistant if they sell 3D printers, so he can print himself a whore.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on February 08, 2015, 08:19:04 pm
The last hackings of a smoker's cough ricochet off a Darlington warehouse and injures an off duty optometrist with its unfriendly phlegm.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 08, 2015, 09:14:59 pm
A crinkled grandad with fantasies of a Farage-led government, forces his 5 year old grandson watch Das Boot with him on a sunny afternoon, the only refreshment being flat lemonade and a stale macaroon.

As her 2 year old son screams in her face for not cutting his toast in the EXACT shape of Iggle Piggle, 26 year old single mum Karen - her last shower 3 days ago, and her house resembling a bad day in Beirut - finally forgets what it's like to feel human.

In a darkened Shoreditch living room, a flabby husband stares at his wife's dead-eyed face as she completes level 389 of Candy Crush without so much as a smile. He remembers when he was 5, how much he wanted to be an astronaut.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on February 08, 2015, 09:52:22 pm
Quote
Gossip: Fulham plan £15m Steve Bruce bid
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on February 09, 2015, 08:27:05 pm
A corpse is dug up after falling behind on the hire purchase on his grave.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on February 09, 2015, 08:34:35 pm
People born in 1998 will be old enough to hold a UK driver's licence this year.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on February 09, 2015, 08:39:13 pm
Everyone born in 1998 perishes before they earn their UK driver's licence ...
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 09, 2015, 09:32:13 pm
Perennial nice guy Finton Chung, a half-Chinese Dubliner, opens up Facebook chat and types in 'Hi' to cute, unattached veterinary assistant Shona, whom he vaguely knows through a friend of a friend.

- She logs off immediately.

Cushion-faced council worker Steve, 56, stays trapped in a loveless marriage with his hateful wife Susan, having now reached a point in his life where meeting a new woman would first require cash exchanging hands.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on February 09, 2015, 09:57:04 pm
Thirty-five trainee nuns perish in a fire while the mother superior sits watching Emmerdale with the volume so high she can't hear their screams.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on February 09, 2015, 11:28:10 pm
In its last moments, a dying pigeon is fed crinkle-cut mini cheddars by an Irish woman in Piccadilly Gardens.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on February 09, 2015, 11:33:17 pm
A man appointed as Welsh Secretary stands there among an auditorium of the most important men in Wales, pretending to mumble their national anthem.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on February 09, 2015, 11:34:17 pm
A Weather Report fan is turned away from a Harvester for his poor hygiene. The waiter tells him they are full.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: paolozzi on February 10, 2015, 07:26:57 am
A man receives a second disciplinary after using the work van to stalk his ex-wife.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 10, 2015, 08:54:09 am
A gentle man spends his last fiver on the complete Van der Valk TV series on VHS.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on February 10, 2015, 09:07:10 am
On his 40th birthday, a man sends a satirical post about audiophilia to a comedy messageboard. He sits alone, laughing.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 10, 2015, 09:14:25 am
On his lunch break, a divorced Sky engineer sits in the works van near his ex-wife's house, eating a Ginster's pastie over an ancient copy of The Sun. In what is becoming a daily routine, he starts a deep conversation with a dirty 'Flat Eric' air freshener on the dashboard.

John Nettles farts in B-minor whilst opening a branch of Lidl, and hopes nobody will notice. A hunch-backed man in a faulty electric wheelchair, does.

Whilst waiting for a routine endoscopy, a man close to retirement age reads a copy of Hello! magazine so old, that Jade Goody is the cover star.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on February 10, 2015, 12:22:35 pm
Nobody attends a repertory performance of Sarah Kane's Crave at Theatr Clwyd, causing the director to sigh loudly as he leaves another empty theatre. The following day, An Evening with Bobby Davro is sold out.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: chocolate teapot on February 10, 2015, 03:52:15 pm
(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/B9fijSJIUAEpy3d.jpg)

https://twitter.com/popbitch/status/565169377192857602
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on February 10, 2015, 04:19:30 pm
I think it's the "unspecified" that makes it that bit bleaker..
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on February 10, 2015, 07:14:29 pm
(http://i1320.photobucket.com/albums/u525/VoddyM/Desolation_zpsbmnrsdb4.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on February 10, 2015, 07:39:10 pm
A man shits his pants whilst walking home in a drunken state, they're the last pair of pants his old mum got him for Christmas before she passed away unexpectedly during varicose vein surgery. Struggling to find something to wipe his arse with he uses the matching socks he got with the pants and throws the lot into the corner of a piss stained bus shelter.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on February 10, 2015, 07:51:22 pm
An elderly lady in Catford attempts to steady herself using a hand rail on a bus as it suddenly accelerates off from a stop only to find herself unable to grab it as it's covered in chicken grease from schoolkids bargain meals from the Kent Fried Chicken just near their school. She falls and breaks her hip.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 11, 2015, 12:48:17 pm
A happily engaged woman finds herself buying a new phone and scrawling its number on the wall of a nearby bus shelter, under the message 'BIG TITTY BITCH'.  Three hours later her new phone rings, and she recognises the wheezy panting of her soon-to-be ex-fiancé.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: mook on February 11, 2015, 12:53:08 pm
a minuscule geordie enters "treblinka" into ask jeeves but gets distracted by the sound of his cat puking up some love beads to bother reading any further.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Gwen Taylor on ITV on February 11, 2015, 04:22:53 pm
A poorly made American TV show plays the Who's Baba O' Reilly in the final episode of the season to show the wealthy protagonist's redemption and renewed spirit of vigour to tackle the challenges ahead.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 11, 2015, 04:29:16 pm
After painful root canal surgery, a beta-male with a head like a big fuck-off butterbean and an unhealthy interest in the music of A-Ha, returns to his car to be greeted with two flat tyres and a totally unreasonable parking fine. On his phone there are 7 missed calls and a voice message from his stepsister. There's some bad news about dad.

On Channel 4 in the near future, a mobile phone provider uses a hipster-sung version of John Lennon's 'Imagine' to promote their latest hand-held idiot machine.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on February 11, 2015, 08:15:19 pm
Redcar man enters a raffle for a mystery seaside holiday for his family desperate for a break from the drudgery of their day to day existence. He finds he has the winning ticket but discovers that the holiday is in fact a weekend in a Hartlepool B&B in February.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 11, 2015, 09:44:58 pm
A bearded Belle & Sebastian fan helps a young lady pick up her dropped shopping bags during a rainstorm. As he places the last bag in the boot of her Fiat 500, she takes a phone call from her friend - 'Had a total mare with my shopping but this guy helped me pick it up' ............................... 'Haha, urgh god no!'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 11, 2015, 09:55:23 pm
Better luck next time - the familiar refrain echoes in 45 year old doughnut head on his 112th visit to a Bolton fun fair
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 11, 2015, 11:28:09 pm
Dave Benson Phillips get involved in a Twitter race storm.

In a musky corner, a Mathematics undergraduate types '80085' on a calculator and does a wry chuckle. He's still a virgin.

A bi-polar teenage girl with an alabaster complexion and limited access to the internet, listens to Snow Patrol in a bedroom with Peter Pan wallpaper and no lightshade.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on February 12, 2015, 12:59:45 am
A child claims to his dad that she was Clive Dunn in a former life.

An old man tells a story about when he was banned from a pub for asking for a pint of bitter in a straight glass in the 1950's.

A retired dent longs for the good old days.

A man mistakes the hair tossing of a woman as a sign of attraction towards him. In reality she is sctaching her scalp beause of  the irritation cased by head lice and looking to feed her children at the same time.

A child of the sixties superglues a boiled beetroot to his forehead to channel the energy of the cosmos into his nostrils. He is the prospective parlimentary candidate for Ukip in the Wyre Forest constituency.

A bald man sellotapes a solar panel onto his bald head in a stupid attempt to grow cress out of his scalp for charity. He makes the regional television news but is ostrasiced when it becomes known that he once stood in the same room as a man who was in the paedopile information exchange.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 12, 2015, 08:14:01 am
Surely that benson Phillips Twitter storm one could be serialised?

Lurid photographs of David Benson Phillips emerge online after a far right hacker correctly guesses his iCloud password "beaniebabybumbum"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 12, 2015, 08:18:43 am
The year is 2023, a Chesney Hawkes lookalike, too young to remember the original is mobbed to death by several gangrenous grannies on a boy band nostalgia night out
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 12, 2015, 11:52:16 am
The real Chesney Hawkes wakes screaming from his recurring nightmare in which his mole falls off.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on February 12, 2015, 02:42:50 pm
A desperately shy man who idolizes English debonair gentlemen sees Roger Moore smoking outside a brasserie in Richmond. He tentatively tries to attempt a conversation with him only to be told "Get fucked you nonce shitcunt" by Sir Roger who, angry at having his moment of peace interrupted, furiously grinds his Lambert & Butler into the floor and storms off. The man is devastated that Moore smokes such a cheap brand and not Dunhill like he imagined.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on February 12, 2015, 04:08:11 pm
(http://puu.sh/fP16R/e534441fe2.png)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on February 12, 2015, 04:17:52 pm
Haha, that was a story in the local paper recently. McDonalds served a cop a raw burger.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on February 12, 2015, 04:18:45 pm
Also, one for this thread: I apparently have such low self-esteem that I forgot this has happened to me as well, I just didn't think about it until just then.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 12, 2015, 04:31:48 pm
In 1991, an only child from Kent bursts into tears as the batteries die on his Gameboy, seconds before he is about to complete Marioworld. As his achingly middle class parents console him, he shouts out a sexual swearword.

An Belgian science teacher who likes Van Halen in a non-ironic way, gets a hard-on after sniffing a tub of quark during a teacher training day.

A 79 year old Macclesfield widower with nothing else going on in his life, gets excited about buying a tin of mushy peas for 15p instead of 17p at Lidl. On the bus home, he spots a flamboyantly dressed young man and mutters 'fookin' poof' to anyone who'll listen, which is no-one.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on February 12, 2015, 04:35:01 pm
In 1991, an only child from Kent bursts into tears as the batteries die on his Gameboy, seconds before he is about to Marioworld.
1994, Essex, Link's Awakening, beat Windfish, fucking power cable flickers off as end sequence begins.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on February 12, 2015, 06:57:24 pm
It's Thursday and socially anxious Robert, 38, has spent another five hours deliberating over the content of a brief email to let all his colleagues know he's brought a cake in. Words have been moved around, sentences tweaked and the decision to include a playful exclamation mark strenuously agonised over. By the time he's finally happy with the email draft and ready to bring out the cake, it is 5:32pm and all but three people have left the office for the day. He logs off, carries the cake home and puts it back in the fridge. He slumps in front of Hollyoaks and lets out an exhausted sigh. "Tomorrow's the one, Robert" he whispers to himself. "Tomorrow's the one".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on February 12, 2015, 07:09:52 pm
Adds "Vodka Margarine -> Robert" to the CaB Real Names Chart
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on February 12, 2015, 09:21:26 pm
The facebook page of a genuinely top bloke from Rochester who died at 24 from bone cancer. The page contains outpourings of grief and mourning from those that loved and cared about him, these petered out after about 8 months. The page is still up though, still on people's friends lists. Every time someone scrolls past the profile picture and name they're reminded of their own fleeting mortality, the mortality of everyone they have ever known and loved and how much they loved and miss their friend. The creeping dread often causes them to just log out of facebook entirely. They can't bring themselves to remove the profile from their friends list though, it would feel like another death, even more final than the first.

The bloke's name was Archie.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on February 12, 2015, 10:33:49 pm
"Just you and me again tonight, eh Carmen?" rasps Sandy to his long-suffering clock, as he reaches for his puffer and the oils before then pulling the baffling around his string vest and thoughts. Carmen's tick, tocks will be just the faintest of vole's pulses until daybreak now.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: non capisco on February 13, 2015, 12:35:34 am
Gary Dillon, a 39 year old local museum employee, stands observing a browsing elderly couple. Her face lights up as she squeezes his papery old hand and delightedly says "Look, Henry! There were once hippos in Dartford!". Henry gazes down fondly and slowly shakes his head in mock disbelief. "Hippos, no less! Wait till we tell young Fraser!" He lightly squeezes her shoulder and trundles her over to look at some old spoons someone once found in Kent. Gary feels a crack forming in the carapace of emotional indifference he has tried to build up these last few months. He sits down in a toilet cubicle and looks at some photos on his phone, photos of him and her. He knows he's neither what she needs or what she wants.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on February 13, 2015, 12:48:28 am
A man's piss smells of the unctious pork belly he had earlier.  He gingerly tastes it.  It tastes like pork belly.....and piss.

A woman wins £48 at the bingo and to celebrate spends £77 on taxis and smack.

A toastie is ignored.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BPFHAY on February 13, 2015, 12:55:55 am
Knowing this is the Internet and you're stuck on it.

(http://i.imgur.com/TrFXg86.png)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on February 13, 2015, 06:37:38 am
A man leaves for work in high spirits but is soon confonted by a gang of beaked space scarecrows who take turns having sex with his bottom.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: black_betty on February 13, 2015, 10:27:45 am
During the final snooze in the cycle before he has to get up for work, middle manager Tony dreams that his long dead childhood pet dog, Lady, is still alive and in a state of Peter Pan like eternal youth. The alarm jolts him into reality, but he has to go back to be with her just one more time. Ten snoozes and as many twisted Ladyless dreams later, he admits defeat and goes to work horribly late. Tony has used all his warnings and is promptly given his notice. Laaaaaayyyyyyydeeeeeee!!!!!!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: swordfish_bhoona on February 13, 2015, 10:30:42 am
In a pixelated version of the expansive African plain, two anthropomorphic meerkats of indeterminate European origin drive away into the distance sobbing, abandoning their infant charge in the deserts forever, just because he looked a bit sad
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on February 13, 2015, 05:49:49 pm
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-31365003


This article. The fact that many small communities were relying on Tesco to bring life to their dreary corner of the country.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on February 13, 2015, 07:44:54 pm
A jobsworth chip shop employee uses all of his sarcastic might to subtlety lambast a flustered professional dog walker for not making it clear if he wants two sausages and a portion of chips for one person, or two orders of sausage and chips for two people, whilst spittling on an unrelated, juxtaposed haddock.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on February 13, 2015, 09:15:40 pm
"Well, that's all my salt gone now," a sighing Barrie tells the achingly mute Runcornian night, feeling fat tears slide down his face, and dripping down to mingle up a brackish bodily marinade along with tummy sweat and acquired friendly-fired spermy aggregate as he trudges home from Avril Windross's pie'n'Bukkake party.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 13, 2015, 10:57:02 pm
On a John Le Mesurier fan forum, a twunt with egg-in-a-bun hair corrects a newbie on a minor historical inaccuracy, making him cry.

Dean Gaffney breaks down, literally and metaphorically, on a Romford slip road.

The Fat One from 'Horrible Histories' is served coffee with a human hair in it at a Travel Tavern, but decides not to pursue it with management.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on February 14, 2015, 12:19:53 am
deleted for being needlessly arsey, although it wasn't meant like that.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on February 14, 2015, 03:27:35 am
A 20 year old supermarket assistant is awarded 'employee of the month' for creating a food waste bleach dousing rota.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 14, 2015, 09:25:19 am
A bored Battlestar Galactica fan treats himself to a 2015 calendar, each month featuring a different, digitally-enchanged frame of the Zapruder film.

A retired, ex-TNA wrestler with a creepy, stand-offish demeanour, tries to sell trading cards of himself at Wrestling Conventions across the US, with zero success.

A weedy chav listens to 'Fuck Da Police' on his way to a Speed Awareness Course in Donington.

A prole on a bus farts within earshot of an English Rose in a Parka.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on February 14, 2015, 09:38:07 am
A triad spends nearly half an hour wiping shit off his arse.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on February 14, 2015, 10:48:22 am
A gay man sits on his bed and realizes that in his nearly 40 years of life he's only ever received 2 valentines day cards and both of them were from women.[1] He looks towards his drawn curtains with tears in his eyes.[2]
 1. Sadly true
 2. Couldn't possibly comment :(
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Kane Jones on February 14, 2015, 10:49:54 am
A gay man sits on his bed and realizes that in his nearly 40 years of life he's only ever received 2 valentines day cards and both of them were from women.[1] He looks towards his drawn curtains with tears in his eyes.[2]
 1. Sadly true
 2. Couldn't possibly comment :(

Here, have a Valentine's kiss and some karma from a man. x
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on February 14, 2015, 10:55:32 am
Here, have a Valentine's kiss and some karma from a man. x

Thank you Kane, it is very much appreciated. Have some karma from me. x
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 14, 2015, 12:05:51 pm
The Fat One from 'Horrible Histories' is served coffee with a human hair in it at a Travel Tavern, but decides not to pursue it with management.

That isn't desolate.  It merely illustrates how lovely Jim Howick is.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 14, 2015, 12:53:34 pm
Yeah I guess, plus it's such a great show and the cast are awesome.


- Dave Grohl privately tells the Kaiser Chiefs he wasn't joking.

- During a middle class garden party, a dad in corduroy slacks declares Hal Cruttenden the best thing since sliced bread.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on February 14, 2015, 04:26:35 pm
A catfish trips over.


A lettuce addict sees that the only till free is the one manned by Sweaty Steve, who delights in loudly telling him that his shopping sunk the Titanic.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on February 14, 2015, 04:36:11 pm
Halfway through a standup show Harry Hill is suddenly struck by an epiphany, he looks out into the audience and imagines the audience consists of ghosts of the people who died that he could have saved had he stayed a doctor. Tears welling in his eyes he buries his face in his hands. Unfortunately, he's wearing Stouffer the Cat and as he loudly cries into Stouffer's mouth all he can hear is laughter.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on February 15, 2015, 01:36:44 am
On Valentine's Day, a table in a fancy restaurant is booked for two. The restaurant offers a set menu, with a sharing platter as the starter and a series of romantic treats to follow, culminating in the couple's choice of dessert. Desmond sits alone, dejected after being informed that the last chocolate mousse had just been served. Having just eaten a whole meal for two, he proceeds to vomit in front of the other diners with fullness, loneliness and disgust.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on February 15, 2015, 01:39:40 am
At 11am, as a Valentine's Day treat, a man tries to auto-fellate and slips a disc.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on February 15, 2015, 02:43:34 am
A man sends a Valentine's Day card to himself optimistically by second class mail on the 11th of February, one day earlier than last year so it has to work this time!

Nothing.

Again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Ten Cents on February 15, 2015, 11:56:45 am
A 20-something white guy goes to a Ghostface Killah concert and midway, gazes into the once proud and prolific rapper's eyes and sees the sort of look of emptiness that belongs to a person that has completely lost any and all hunger for life and is just going through the motions while waiting for death. He promptly exits the venue, leaving the rapper to perform to a crowd that is uniformly texting on their phones.

At that exact moment, one block away in a poorly maintained studio apartment, a deranged rescue cat does a viscous green shit on its hapless owner's only pair of work pants.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on February 15, 2015, 12:13:33 pm
Susan's new puppy walks in on her contorted and pasty body, desperately trying to eat herself out. It barks happily and hops up onto the bed beside her, its wonderful canine mind unblemished by the shame of a lonely saturday night wank.
But Susan knows it, oh yes Susan knows.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 15, 2015, 12:53:55 pm
On Valentine's Day, a table in a fancy restaurant is booked for two. The restaurant offers a set menu, with a sharing platter as the starter and a series of romantic treats to follow, culminating in the couple's choice of dessert. Desmond sits alone, dejected after being informed that the last chocolate mousse had just been served. Having just eaten a whole meal for two, he proceeds to vomit in front of the other diners with fullness, loneliness and disgust.

I ended up eating about 2 mussels and nearly vomiting out an oyster from our seafood platter for 2 (39 quid plus 10 pp supplement)...i hate seafood, particularly cold seafood. Total bill 114 quid, total amount eaten by me... 2 mussels, an oyster and some venison carpaccio. We missed dessert to avoid missing the train.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on February 15, 2015, 05:49:32 pm
(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u146/Cheese_maniac/thetwogreats_zps6ftwsbid.png)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on February 15, 2015, 05:51:30 pm
That poor bastard, imagine having to spend valentines day with Liam Gallagher.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 15, 2015, 07:04:30 pm
A spotty herbert spends Valentine's Day making Smurfs out of below-par plaster of Paris.

A warty man on heavy anti-depressants stands in the kitchen with his pants round his ankles, shouting profanities at invisible communist harvest mice.

A garden gnome with a cracked hat is lost forever in the overgrown back garden of a boarded-up council house.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on February 16, 2015, 12:16:57 am
The triumphant snarls of a Yorkshire terrier herald the shaking to death of a dozy mixy rabbit underneath an electricity pylon that's crackling like a self-unfolding crisp packet.

Martin writes his sister to declare himself wankrupt.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on February 16, 2015, 05:57:09 am
A nervous teacher reddens at a violent rate when on day one at an inner city secondary school his clammy, shaking hands can't unlock the classroom and let the baying, sniggering hordes of ribald teenagers in. "Are you like that with your cock and a woman's foo-foo, sir?," enquires one card of a scamp.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 16, 2015, 11:36:32 am
I ended up eating about 2 mussels and nearly vomiting out an oyster from our seafood platter for 2 (39 quid plus 10 pp supplement)...i hate seafood, particularly cold seafood. Total bill 114 squid, total amount eaten by me... 2 mussels, an oyster and some venison carpaccio. We missed dessert to avoid missing the train.

FTFY.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 16, 2015, 11:47:59 am
FTFY.

I don't mind the squid, I'm squids in with squid.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 16, 2015, 12:53:05 pm
A giraffe-necked woman on the verge of her 19th nervous breakdown, destroys her entire collection of ornamental cats with a toffee hammer she stole from her senile mother.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: DrunkCountry on February 16, 2015, 02:10:00 pm
Quote
Counsel for grandmother charged with three others over staged abduction of six-year-old says aim was to teach child to protect himself

Quote
...bound the boy’s hands and feet with plastic bags and covered his face with a jacket, so that he wouldn’t realise he was being brought to the basement of his own home. There, a woman removed his pants and told him he would be sold into “sex slavery”

http://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2015/feb/15/lawyer-missouri-fake-kidnap-plan-six-year-old-boy (http://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2015/feb/15/lawyer-missouri-fake-kidnap-plan-six-year-old-boy)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on February 16, 2015, 02:21:36 pm
(http://www.wrestlecrap.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/virgil02.jpg)

(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m14xufnahK1rs1f4ro1_500.jpg)

(http://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/s--TYOfY7rD--/c_fit,fl_progressive,q_80,w_636/17orjw4vxy3q9png.png)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 16, 2015, 08:59:27 pm
A grandad with a catheter has his first go on Wii Sports.

Just outside Basingstoke, a spider with five legs gets scared by a crow, and falls arse over tit into an oil derrick.

Seconds after getting home from a hellish Tuesday, a hard working man is deconstructed by his wife in front of their four year old twins. He hasn't even taken his Hush Puppies off yet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: paolozzi on February 16, 2015, 11:26:23 pm
An old man pays for his paper and tries to start a friendly conversation with a young cashier at the local corner shop. She ignores him and puts his change on the counter.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 17, 2015, 12:02:31 am
A woman in her forties imagines beating her father-in-law to death as she listens to Nickelback.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 17, 2015, 07:11:51 pm
A Genesis fan in orthopaedic shoes takes up voluntary work in a soup kitchen, for the sole purpose of meeting hot homeless ladies.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Kane Jones on February 17, 2015, 07:15:20 pm
A woman in her forties imagines beating her father-in-law to death as she listens to Nickelback.

Fucking hell, Cerys.  You always have to take it too far, don't you?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 17, 2015, 07:17:12 pm

Desolation:

A balding man in ill-fitting suit eating a dessert in a deserted, cheap diner. His eyes briefly meet mine and I understand.


I saw the same man tonight in the bookies next door to this eatery. He was the sole client in there, sitting slumped on a stool seemingly emptying his life into one of the nebulous fruit machines they have in there for the hopeless.

...His eyes briefly met mine and I understood.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on February 17, 2015, 07:25:32 pm
The Chinese state requisition an old man's smallholding for the purposes of an infrastructure project that never gets off the ground.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Big Jack McBastard on February 17, 2015, 07:44:58 pm
http://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2015/feb/15/lawyer-missouri-fake-kidnap-plan-six-year-old-boy (http://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2015/feb/15/lawyer-missouri-fake-kidnap-plan-six-year-old-boy)

Quote
“The intent here,” said James, “was to do something that would truly make the young child very leery about just talking to any strange man who happened to come along.”
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 17, 2015, 07:53:19 pm
Fucking hell, Cerys.  You always have to take it too far, don't you?

It's a true story.  I know this, for I am that woman.

And I like Nickelback
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on February 17, 2015, 08:31:49 pm
The craft orbits Mars indefinitely. Three of the four crew members are dead.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on February 17, 2015, 08:34:39 pm
"CHIPS! GIVE ME CHIPS!"

He's been there for an hour. The man - 40 years widowed - shouts repeatedly through the grease-pained window of the local chip shop (but not his local).

He never steps inside.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 17, 2015, 09:16:04 pm
It's mid-November, and 'legend in his own lunchtime,' Davey Watts of Salford, sits in a darkened living room watching 'Bass Fishing with Steve Davis' on some awful Standard Definition Freeview channel. As he devours the last of the easter chocolate, a drunken man in a flat cap shouts 'I know you're in there Tommy Braithwaite, you fuckin' shitbeetle!' through his letterbox. He's got the wrong house.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on February 17, 2015, 09:22:16 pm
The clock strikes none.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on February 17, 2015, 09:25:07 pm
She's old, she's weeping, she forgot to buy milk.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: billyandthecloneasaurus on February 17, 2015, 09:40:22 pm
your best man arranges your stag do
which he will insist on you having
and he will invite like
eight welsh oiks
like rugby players
in printed t shirts
and you'll all be going to a really expensive, really shit greek island
to listen to house music and take them pills that kill you if you overdose slightly
the one that bloke in manchester died of
and then he'll get a scabby trafficked lady to dance for you
in her pants
but that's only the first day
on the second day you'll be like
waking up at noon really hungover and depressed and lonely
sat in an english style fish and chips shop in the sun
and you'll get up to go and do a nasty hungover poo in the substandard continental bathroom
and you'll be waiting outside the one cubicle in the tiny bathroom with the weird slanty floor and bright red walls with black skirting boards why always that huh
and after a while you'll get suspicious
and realise there's nobody behind the locked door
so you give it a big push
and inside the big pipe that goes to the cistern
all you can hear is a muffled chirping sound
chirp chirp
chirp chirp
oh my god
there's a little bird in there
how can you get it out
and the door closes to on the cubicle
and it's wedged against the weird slanty tiles
and it reaches all the way down to the floor
you can't get out either
and for nine hours you have to listen to the bird chirping
more and more weakly
until finally it stops
and there's silence
and the smell of piss
and the little trickling sound the cistern makes when you don't use it
and occasionally the urinal trough thing flushing itself
then after a few hours
you hear footsteps
and a knock on the cubicle door
are you alright in there?
we've been wondering where you've been
me and the rugby lads
you missed the big game
the leicester irish vs. the rugby lions
and you are shivering and hungry
you go ughgh so cold so cold
the bird the bird
what happened to the bird
what bird?
the bird in the pipe
he goes but
that bird in the pipe died
ten years ago this very night
there's no bird in the pipe no more
and you start to weep
so he goes
no really
there's no pipe bird
and he gives the pipe a big kick
and starts to unscrew it
and something about the water pressure makes the pipe fill up with water
and it's all coming to the top
bits of turds and wet knots of toilet paper and stuff
all flowing to the top
and then a big bubble
and after the big bubble
there's a horrible like
tangle of wet hair like you get in plug holes
and he goes
see, here's your bird
it's just a big tangle of pubes
and you go
phew
better take it out so i can have a big poo
and you tug on the hair
and out
of the pipe
twisting round by the clump of hair you grip in your shitty fingers
is the severed head
of your ex girlfriend
and then the walls collapse down
and the curtain rises
and the audience looks on aghast
and the band in the orchestra pit stop tuning their instruments
and there's a pause
and the band leader goes
ah-1-2-3-4
doo dee dee doo doo doo
and in a noel coward 40s style big band croon:
i got high last night
on LSD
my mind was beautiful
and i was free
and as the song comes to a close
with chorus lines of pirouettiing french bints behind you
streamers and balloons fall from the ceiling
and your old supermarket colleagues come on to give you a bunch of flowers
and they all go
HAPPY STAG WEEKEND 1935
and entomb you in a big toilet pipe
in your hotel room
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 17, 2015, 09:45:07 pm
In Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Eggs on February 17, 2015, 10:27:05 pm
http://www.itv.com/news/2015-02-15/abandoned-dog-found-crying-at-train-station/

(http://news.images.itv.com/image/file/595181/stream_img.jpg)

They wiped nearly all of the spunk off his face before they abandoned him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on February 17, 2015, 10:29:45 pm
A rheumy eyed pensioner watches TV everyday, but can only see vague, amorphous shapes swimming about aimlessly. The tinny, full volume sound is his only companion.

An excited puppy races towards a potential playmate. The playmate in question is a terrified little girl who was attacked by a dog mere months before. She screams and steps behind her overly protective and currently enraged father. He delivers the dog a killing blow to the head with his brogued foot. The owner of the puppy cannot form a response as the man and daughter walk on towards the exit of the park.  The little girl looks back at the drama unfolding with a massive smirk on her face.

A bald man sits alone in a pub, he fully opens his packet of ready salted McCoys, exposing the contents to the acrid, smoke filled room as if to share. He eats the whole bag to himself, the same as always.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on February 17, 2015, 11:31:49 pm
A twenty-four year old 'sex enthusiast' from Wales eats one of his girlfriend's freshly plucked pubic hairs for a dare.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MrSerious on February 17, 2015, 11:36:46 pm
That's Entertainment.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 18, 2015, 09:13:42 am
A fed up mother of three puts on a suspiciously fuzzy, 'borrowed' copy of Disney's 'Frozen' for her hyperactive offspring. Halfway through 'Let It Go,' a Polish man stands up to go for a piss.

A factory worker stands on a flyover outside Walsall, filming his mate hurl a mince pie at a bus full of disabled pensioners.

In 2015, Leroy from 'Fame' buys a second hand cagoul from a grotty man he met in an Arcade.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on February 18, 2015, 01:57:57 pm
''I am like a broken puppet whose eyes have fallen inside.'' This remark of a mental patient weighs more heavily than a whole stack of works of introspection.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on February 18, 2015, 02:05:35 pm
A broken puppet whose ears have fallen off curses his luck for not being sufficiently poetic enough to be a metaphor for abject human despair.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on February 18, 2015, 05:38:34 pm
Watching the same Jeremy Kyle episode twice and not caring.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: soraya on February 18, 2015, 05:43:26 pm
Watching the same Jeremy Kyle episode twice once and not caring.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on February 18, 2015, 05:58:47 pm
Now old, obese and secretly bald, a former radio DJ groupie chokes on a pen top while going through a draft of her autobiography: Jimmy, Dave and The Rest - My Life Under The Stars.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 18, 2015, 09:22:02 pm
A fat man called Roy clogs up the one and only functioning portaloo of an village fete, with a brown trout summoned from the bowels of hell. Children scream, mothers gasp, dads laugh, and dozens of photos later appear on Instagram.

A memorial tree planted in 1997 for a leukemia victim is blown over in a thunderstorm and has to be chopped up at the scene.

A lovely man with only half a jaw struggles to eat a Blue Riband.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on February 18, 2015, 09:44:57 pm
A Muse fan shudders with excitement at the thought of going on a Ghost Train.

A former member of The Belle Stars has her housing benefit payments reduced.  She reaches for a roll up in despair.

A man with no chin makes a 'hot beef drink'  using only half an Oxo cube.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: billyandthecloneasaurus on February 19, 2015, 12:01:29 am
Terry Wogan's Product Recall
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 19, 2015, 12:10:27 am
Approaching 11pm in a Tesco Express car park, a 43yr old man with herpes does a wheelspin in a 2002 VW Passat TDi, in a bid to impress a shaven-headed gran in a miniskirt.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on February 19, 2015, 12:15:50 am
Approaching 11pm in a Tesco Express car park, a 43yr old man with herpes does a wheelspin in a 2002 VW Passat TDi, in a bid to impress a shaven-headed gran in a miniskirt.

Desolate enough
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on February 19, 2015, 09:37:56 am
A man punches the first bumble bee of the year to death.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 19, 2015, 11:28:48 am
A full time carer spends the time between spoon-feeding his wife and changing her soiled clothing, watching Series 7 and 8 of Red Dwarf and stuffing his face with flumps.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on February 19, 2015, 12:08:41 pm
A balding teenager develops a crush for Brett Anderson of Suede.

Brett Anderson walks down Derby High Street hoping for some form of recognition.  It does not come.

An obese chip shop owner in Belper has his teeth wired on health grounds.  He liquidises saveloys and chips and drinks them with a straw.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on February 19, 2015, 12:19:01 pm
A toddler from Greenock is taught how to say "Paki bastards".

A suicidal woman doesn't jump and instead goes home,  smothers her 3 children and spends the rest of her life prison.

A budgie escapes its cage and lands in a chip pan full of Bernard Mathews Turkey Sausages.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: soraya on February 19, 2015, 12:27:18 pm
Wtf is this a fucking piss take?
http://www.interesticle.com/celebs/8-celebs-that-pay-too-much-on-car-insurance/?utm_source=taboola&utm_medium=northcliffe-nottinghampost
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 19, 2015, 08:04:12 pm
A man with a degree in engineering, re-creates 1970s Yorkshire on Minecraft and pretends to be Peter Sutcliffe.

A devoted traction engine enthusiast gives himself a blowie with a Henry Hoover.

A pair of conjoined twins sit through a marathan afternoon of Doug McClure films.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on February 19, 2015, 08:27:30 pm
A creative writing student talks in a superior manner to a pensioner in Londis.

A fausty smelling hippy and a self righteous UKIP voter have an argument over runner beans.

 Two men come to blows over which decade was the best for ingrown toenail removal, the 50's or the 60's.

A child in a bobble hat laughs as a cat is run down by a mobility scooter.

The film Rita Sue and Bob too gets a Hollywood makeover.






Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 19, 2015, 09:09:01 pm
A 458 year old clam dies in a modern laboratory.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on February 19, 2015, 09:28:16 pm
His wife died a few hours ago.

So he went to the bookies.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on February 19, 2015, 10:30:29 pm
Some Celts bet on Eastenders and lose. They consider trying to reclaim the money based on a flimsy argument but decide it isn't worth the trouble.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 20, 2015, 09:13:51 am
A man cuts out the pockets of his stonewashed jeans, for the purpose of having stealth wanks during Port Vale games in the 1980s.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on February 20, 2015, 10:01:36 am
http://www.wikifeet.com/
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on February 20, 2015, 11:22:52 am
Egged on by his mates,  a student in Rhyll shits in a crisp packet and throws it at a Poundland window.

A tramp falls into a weir and is ignored by a nearby businessman eating a Greggs sausage roll.

A circus clown smokes crack seconds before bounding into the ring to perform to 14 people.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 20, 2015, 12:34:38 pm
'Carry On' film mainstay Charles Hawtrey dies, and only 9 people go to his funeral.

An elderly lady utters the word 'Chinkie' really loudly in an Oriental Art Gallery.

A closet paedophile reaches a post count of 24,794 on a Chicory Tip fan forum.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on February 20, 2015, 01:58:15 pm
A man who was once in China Crisis is browsing his local HMV when suddenly "King In A Catholic Style" comes on over the speakers. He thinks back to the good old days when he was on Top Of The Pops performing the song. How he loved it, the fame, the money. He closes his eyes, losing himself in the moment..."What's this piece of shit i can hear" a young girl says to her friend behind him. "Dunno" says her friend, "but it ain't half wank". The two girls giggle to themselves and walk on. The man looks at one of his old band's CD with a tear in his eye, "if only i could go back" he thinks to himself as he heads out of HMV to the local Jobcentre...
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on February 20, 2015, 03:55:39 pm
An elderly lady is murdered in an Oriental Art Gallery, but due to the thematics of the exhibition, isn't swept up for three days.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shameless Custard on February 20, 2015, 04:48:48 pm
This gallery of british hen nights on popular snaffle pic site ImageFap struck me as a bit desolate. You can almost smell the stale cider and fags in the air

I love the artful shot of a bloke enjoying a kebab as (possibly) his wife or girlfriend lays in the garbage behind him

(Site is very NSFW)

http://beta.imagefap.com/pictures/5173587/Hen-nights-UK...when-sluts-come-out-to-play%21
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 20, 2015, 06:16:32 pm
A 17 year old student painstakingly crafts a replica dalek out of macaroni in a bid to impress a female classmate. The day before the grand unveiling, he overhears her tell her friend that Doctor Who is for kids and gays.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on February 20, 2015, 06:55:51 pm
On a steamy, shitty Shrove Tuesday in Ruislip, a loose drain cover succeeds only getting winded when attempting to toss itself, pancake-like.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 20, 2015, 08:56:01 pm
An arctic roll at the bottom of a chest freezer in an old man's garage, lies unnoticed and forgotten forever.

A bong-eyed fairground assistant buys 'The Lenny Henry Show' on VHS for 3p in Scope.

A man stands naked in front of a mirror, eating soup..
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on February 21, 2015, 03:06:58 am
An idiot boy attempts to open a tin of shoplifted spam in the rear seat of an abandoned Datsun cherry.

A 14 year old 'maths geek' models his clothing on that of 'Tinker' from Lovejoy.

A man suffering a mid life crisis makes chainsaw noises as he cuts through his veins with a rusty penknife.

The heat from the central heating brings a Red Admiral butterfly out of hibernation in a house where a documentary on Myra Hindley is being watched on YouTube.

A kindly lady escorts an old man home after a community centre based meal for oldies. After seeing him through his front door safely the lady is then asked, 'how much for half an hour, darling?"

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 21, 2015, 10:09:46 am
A lapsed Catholic with Bell's Palsy takes a break from an 'On The Buses' marathon to make a runny omelette.

A man with a face like a melted welly struggles to put a heavy bag of gravel in the boot of his Nissan Almera. The bottom falls out, covering his brothel creepers in filthy aggregate.

A group of builders unearth an old Victorian cemetery whilst constructing a new Aldi. They shovel the bones into a pickup and dump them in a quarry, saving weeks of red tape and archeology.

A Sky chugger with a chinstrap beard and Topman suit addresses a 94 yr old war veteran as 'bro' outside a closed branch of Netto.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on February 21, 2015, 01:24:10 pm
This gallery of british hen nights on popular snaffle pic site ImageFap struck me as a bit desolate. You can almost smell the stale cider and fags in the air

I love the artful shot of a bloke enjoying a kebab as (possibly) his wife or girlfriend lays in the garbage behind him

(Site is very NSFW)

http://beta.imagefap.com/pictures/5173587/Hen-nights-UK...when-sluts-come-out-to-play%21

(http://fap.to/images/full/53/845/845183437.jpeg)

A chronically depressed sea side sweet shop owner is forced to the realisation that the only customers keeping his heavily debted business afloat are hen nights buying sticks of rock as novelty dildos.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on February 21, 2015, 01:44:03 pm
A Sean Connery impersonator has an allergic reaction to a green olive. He doesn't make it home alive.

A bus driver ruins the ending of Interstellar for a coach full of brown level Christopher Nolan fanclub members. He doesn't make it home alive.

A linesman forgets the offside rule in the 61st minute of the world cup final. He makes it home alive, but then kills himself
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on February 21, 2015, 03:44:25 pm
Barry Chuckle turns on the Barrow in Furness Christmas lights on a blustery damp night to a crowd of 2 people.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 21, 2015, 04:32:25 pm

Barry Chuckle turns on the Barrow in Furness Christmas lights on a blustery damp night to a crowd of 2 people.

In June
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: billyandthecloneasaurus on February 21, 2015, 05:37:31 pm
Went for a piss in coral in tooting.

(http://s14.postimg.org/n0ddmw2o0/IMG_20150220_212042557.jpg)

(http://s14.postimg.org/djs5u0874/IMG_20150220_212038811.jpg)


(http://s14.postimg.org/49g1qgxhb/IMG_20150220_212047172.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on February 21, 2015, 06:00:15 pm
Les Dennis logs into his almost forgotten Bebo account.  An Amanda Holden profile pic stares back him,  he can now see the hate behind smile.

A recent divorcee pounds the prolapsing arsehole of a pre-op transexual.  He calls out the name of his ex wifes new boyfriend as he squirts a thin line of weak spunk on the tranny's purple ass meat.

In cahoots with a 53 year old strumpet from Golden Wonder,   a fat manager at Tudor crisps takes a back hander and a dirty weekend in Bognor to cease production of their Pickled Onion crisps. 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on February 21, 2015, 11:22:06 pm
An ageing and outdated professional lookalike nears the edge of novelty relevance.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: finnquark on February 21, 2015, 11:32:05 pm
Stanley Victor Collymore posts a Waffen SS propaganda poster on Twitter, as part of a discussion about Rangers Football Club.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on February 21, 2015, 11:36:18 pm
A blind man's carer buys him pickled onion monster munch, he won't know he has been given the wrong flavour until it is too late.
There will be no repercussions.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: DukeDeMondo on February 22, 2015, 12:05:02 am
Sitting on the toilet, squinting at the Emmerdale spoilers in a Christmas edition of the TV Times, a man slaps a palm weakly off his thigh in a half-hearted attempt to rouse a dead leg. It’s Shrove Tuesday.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Banlon on February 22, 2015, 12:43:01 am
Failing lookalike agency has 4 Simon Westons on its books. One of them is Gareth Hale.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on February 22, 2015, 01:17:57 am
A worm cuts itself crawling into a can of Dr Pepper.

A friendless boy writes a poem about a canal and then falls in it.

Alan Hansen dons his socks and treads across the carpet to begin another day on the planet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on February 22, 2015, 01:22:07 am
A failed entrepreneur opens a therapy centre for suicidal dogs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on February 22, 2015, 02:16:39 am
Baz a 58 year old club singer is groped by Elsie (90) as he sings a cover of 24 Hours to Tulsa over a backing tape in a Mablethorpe hotel function room.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 22, 2015, 08:41:54 am
A buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg receives frightening verse from a be-quiffed Mancunian asexual.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: The Beached Torpedoes on February 22, 2015, 09:11:26 am
A little child is caught in the crossfire as a turf war between ice cream men escalates.

An evil genie welcomes his new master with folded arms.

A FIFA presidential candidate unveils his new campaign slogan: "Show Fair Play The Red Card".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on February 22, 2015, 09:17:11 am
He's worn and slept in the same suit everyday since his wife's funeral 20 years ago. He still pays for online pornography.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 22, 2015, 01:28:28 pm
At a birthday party he was only invited to as an afterthought, an ugly foster child with Julius Caesar hair, just misses out on the last Jammy Dodger to a fat, warty bully. Later that day during Pass The Parcel, he wins......nothing.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 22, 2015, 01:43:27 pm
Some years later he attends a Fresher's party and, during a game of spin the bottle, ends up snogging the fat warty bully in a darkened closet. His first and last sexual experience.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on February 22, 2015, 01:46:58 pm
A member of a comedy forum intentionally misunderstands the post to which he's replying for comedic effect again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on February 22, 2015, 03:52:45 pm
An atheists farts the lords prayer in the bath and gets conjuctivitis from the burst bubbles.

A German porn star fan with a girlfriend called Cleopatra fills up a bath with his interpretation of 'asses milk' and asks her to join him in the tub.

Peter Parker checks the house at least three times for rolled up newspapers before he takes a bath.

W.H Audens scrotum after being in the bath too long.





Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on February 22, 2015, 04:01:14 pm
An ageing, pale and unloved stepmother utterly consumed with the ceaseless horror of being alive is suddenly stricken with a calamitous spell of bowel trouble in Poundstretcher as Ace of Base's 'Life Is A Flower' pipes cheerily and distortedly through the cheap, dust caked store speakers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: finnquark on February 22, 2015, 04:04:42 pm
A train carriage full of delegates from the Poundbakery Annual Conference.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on February 22, 2015, 05:05:57 pm
A troubled shut-in who has never dared to love, continues his pointless life inside a delapedated, inherited bungalow that overlooks Coverack

A closeted man in his fifties finally summons the nerve to come out. He bares his soul in a 30 minute YouTube video and links to it from his Facebook page. The only comment is someone complaining that the video was shot in portrait mode.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on February 22, 2015, 07:04:20 pm
A young man, unravelled, obsessed, and self-loathing, sees a happy Facebook status and is envious of old classmates he never thought he'd be envious of. Decades of desolation scenarios lie ahead.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on February 22, 2015, 07:34:40 pm
The film Birdman, but about an Edinburgh Fringe show literally nobody will see

The film Whiplash, but about a Starbucks employee whose parents are dead

The film American Sniper but about... oh.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on February 22, 2015, 07:47:51 pm
A British secret intelligence operative receives only a quantum of solace.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 22, 2015, 07:53:06 pm
A thirty-four-year-old phimotic man watches footage of a victim of piranhas being carried from the water.  As the young boy's fleshless arm seems to reach out for some kind of solace, the man feels nothing.  Later he will masturbate to the thought of the child's ragged, unoccupied eye socket.  He will not know why.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 22, 2015, 07:54:06 pm
A Krautrock fan sits in his tiny front room with the big light on, eating a microwaved Sunday Dinner for one.

On a Saturday night, somewhere near Lincoln, a tracksuit-wearing family of five settle down in front of the QVC channel with some Panda Pop and a big bag of Mint Imperials.

Ed Miliband apologises profusely after sexual intercourse.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: non capisco on February 22, 2015, 08:05:56 pm
New Years. Gary Dillon cracks open his eighth can of Tyskie and sends a flirty reply to the one text he received. It was from Papa John's.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 22, 2015, 08:47:56 pm
During coitus with a Lithuanian prostitute, a fat, piggy-eyed bank clerk gets a little bit of sick in his mouth, after smelling the heinous combination of anus and rubber. In the background, an old episode of 'The Price Is Right' plays away to itself on a tiny old tv.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dex Sawash on February 22, 2015, 09:11:32 pm
A thirty-four-year-old phimotic man watches footage of a victim of piranhas being carried from the water.  As the young boy's fleshless arm seems to reach out for some kind of solace, the man feels nothing.  Later he will masturbate to the thought of the child's ragged, unoccupied eye socket.  He will not know why.

/me drapes a cloth over webcam lens
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on February 22, 2015, 11:07:09 pm
1982, a thailidomide is bullied for joining in with the Joey Deacon impressions.

A racist writes, 'wogs out' on his valuables with an UV pen instead of his postcode.

A Vicar breaks down in the aisles of the Co-Op after seeing hot cross buns for sale on News years Day.

A sandwich board man is arrested for indecent exposure in Sweden.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on February 23, 2015, 06:38:30 am
An only child is caught making an eerie Wicker Manesque friend out of jackdaws nests and jackdaws.

On a malnourished Rotherham allotment and soundtracked by the scudding roars of a nearby A road, a fat blob of blood-tinged semen slides down a filthy Perspex shed window, as its owner and eventual expectorator fails to admire his or her own reflection.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 23, 2015, 10:57:40 am
Former Blue Peter presenter Peter Duncan scrapes a plaquey deposit from his lower wisdom teeth with a folded-up Mencap leaflet.

A Gordon Keeble discovered in an abandoned railway arch, is weighed in for £117 by a rubber-lipped Islington man who has literally no idea of the car's rarity or true value.

A handicapped man in a bobble-hat goes round at dusk collecting stray toads in a bumbag.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on February 23, 2015, 11:07:51 am
A mixture of empty crisp packets and  discarded Seroquel packaging is swept from under a bed.  In lieu of a proper bin,  it is dumped in Primark bags.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 23, 2015, 12:28:37 pm
While reading a piece about a skateboarding otter during a Tuesday evening news broadcast, Huw Edwards begins to sob uncontrollably and is unable to stop.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 23, 2015, 12:34:16 pm
In a kitchen with tobacco-stained walls, a former Bullseye contestant strangles his gay lover to the strains of Michael Bolton's 'Can I Touch You...There?'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: billtheburger on February 23, 2015, 06:01:21 pm
Stephen Hawking singing a karaoke version of Kenny Rogers ♫Ruby, don't take your love to town♫ to his wife.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on February 23, 2015, 06:03:03 pm
A passer-by signs a blind man's fundraising petition "FUCK OFF".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on February 23, 2015, 06:04:51 pm
As a man, alone, reaches orgasm, four words flicker in his mind; 'what could have been.'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on February 23, 2015, 06:08:19 pm
As a man alone reaches orgasm, four words flicker in his mind: "TUBE STATION TOILETS CLOSED".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: billtheburger on February 23, 2015, 06:10:01 pm
The ad on craigslist offering £100 for mourners at a dieing man's funeral.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 23, 2015, 06:12:24 pm
As a woman alone reaches orgasm, four words flicker in her mind: "STATION LIFT THIS WAY".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on February 23, 2015, 06:15:25 pm
A pallid chip shop attendant unsuccessfully masturbates in a sewer.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on February 23, 2015, 06:40:43 pm
As a man, alone, reaches orgasm, four words flicker in his mind; 'this too shall pass.'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on February 23, 2015, 06:44:11 pm
A man, alone, reaches orgasm, sombre words come to mind, and he immediately thinks 'this'll be good for the Desolation thread'.

The thread is already open.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on February 23, 2015, 06:47:32 pm
As a man, alone, reaches orgasm, four words flicker in his mind; 'et in arcadia ego.'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on February 23, 2015, 06:49:04 pm
Bit wanky.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: billtheburger on February 23, 2015, 06:50:33 pm
A man alone reaches out to an online forum during his personal hour of desolation. The community continue to laugh about sombre wanks.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on February 23, 2015, 06:51:45 pm
A man, alone, cums, no words cross his mind.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on February 23, 2015, 06:52:24 pm
Michael Bolton's day to day.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on February 23, 2015, 06:55:35 pm
A director's new business cards arrive, directing all correspondence to '115 Queegs Row'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on February 23, 2015, 07:02:20 pm
A director's new business cards arrive, directing all correspondence to '115 Queegs Row'.

(http://www.reddwarf.co.uk/features/fiction/queeg-500/queeg_8.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on February 23, 2015, 07:09:02 pm
Yes I think that might have been what I was getting at.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 23, 2015, 08:13:50 pm
A Ghost Train in Dewsbury features a man wearing an old England shirt and a Scream mask as it's only attraction. A Poundland version of 'Thriller' plays on a constant loop, at a volume too loud for the human brain to decipher.

At a works leaving do for pretty receptionist Louise, everyone gets a kiss on the lips from her, except awkward MotoGP fan Martin, 47, who gets an 'Awwww.'

A mute loner writes a 782-page Thesis on Terry Nutkins and emails it to a partially-sighted girl in Gaudeloupe.

Don Warrington is prevented from entering a Rising Damp convention after failing to produce a valid ticket. None of the other cast members attend, as they're either dead or unavailable.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on February 23, 2015, 08:17:54 pm
emails it to a partially-sighted girl in Gaudeloupe.

(http://eil.com/Gallery/448777b.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on February 23, 2015, 08:40:16 pm
A buck-toothed girl from Luxembourg believes 'Ask' was written for her even though she was born in 1993, seven years after it was released.

A border collie licks the cheesy dust from an empty packet of Centra's own-brand cheese puffs before shredding the packet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on February 23, 2015, 08:49:17 pm
A twat kicks a wren against a hedge.

A Sheffield Wednesday supporter tries on corduroys.

A disabled teenager has sex with a pond.

A travelodge employee buys a snack from a vending machine.

A bin man does a shit on a curb.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on February 23, 2015, 10:16:31 pm
A postman does his rounds in a gimp mask for children in need.

An alcholic cider drinker laughs maniacally as he does a live action, Mr Whippy doing a shit, behind some silage.

A portrait photograph of Iain Duncan Smith goes to the bins without the word cunt scrawled across his forehead.

1977, a child sulks because they only have, The old Kent Road in a game of monopoly.

Overly pink meat in a sausage roll.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 23, 2015, 10:22:25 pm
A fifty-three-year-old Dungeon Master weeps as he finds his beloved poodle dead, a D20 lodged in its windpipe.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 23, 2015, 10:58:52 pm
1959. A first year boarding school pupil is caned senseless by Mr Blenkinsop after playing a bum note during a clarinet recital of The Lark Ascending. Later that evening, Mr Blenkinsop masturbates furiously - quite alone - in a secret cupboard.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: non capisco on February 23, 2015, 11:00:45 pm
1985. A pair of young siblings have a bitter and tearful argument over the needlessly complicated rules of a Kelloggs' Snap, Crackle 'N' Pop card game that their Nan bought them at a boot fair. Brother shoves sister and storms upstairs. Sister sits crying. Nan looks at the smiling faces of the breakfast mascots on the cardboard cover of the game and laments out loud 'It was meant to be fun'.

2015. Gary Dillon wins £115.35 on the lottery. He immediately buys two wraps of coke to do by himself and speed walks back to his flat for the longest wank of his life.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 23, 2015, 11:15:20 pm
Who is this Gary Dillon chap?...

...

....

Wonders a coke drained Gary Dillon
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on February 23, 2015, 11:47:19 pm
A perverted newsagent owner does a full shift naked from the waist down. He remains flaccid throughout.

Two balding homosexuals buy a Cindy Crawford The Next Challenge Workout VHS in a Port Glasgow charity shop.  They dont have a video player.

A severely handicapped child is born in Runcorn and is treated with indifference until it dies of pneumonia 14 years later.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on February 24, 2015, 12:32:14 am
A man walks into a cinema and orders a "large coke no ice" every single day.  He has never seen a film. Eventually he acquires the sobriquet Large Coke No Ice. Even he doesn't remember his real name.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on February 24, 2015, 12:39:36 am
"Don't knock masturbation. It's sex with someone I wish was dead." - Woody Allen, to himself in the mirror everyday since 1997
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 24, 2015, 08:41:04 am
A man in a Teddy Ruxpin jacket makes a claymation epic about the failed relationships of his life, set to the music of Joy Division.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on February 24, 2015, 09:12:43 am
A bin man pulls up to a retirement home in Leigh to empty the overflowing bins. Upon throwing one bag into the lorry, he tuts to himself as it snags, rips open, and spills onto the pavement before him weeks' worth of cum-filled tissues and a discarded wedding ring.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on February 24, 2015, 09:38:59 am
An elderly Dalit woman clasps a reed brush and, down on her haunches, inefficiently sweeps away the orange diarrhoea of her pale-skinned betters from streets she is only allowed to enter to 'work' in.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on February 24, 2015, 09:46:10 am
A middle aged man gets a youthful haircut in attempt to woo the 18 year old girl who works at his local Co-Op, to whom he's never spoke to. Upon stepping out of the barbers he espies her across the street, hand-in-hand and giggling with a guy the same age as her.

That evening he cuts his hair bald with nail scissors.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on February 24, 2015, 10:42:12 am
51 year old Mark from Brockenhurst finds his old leather trousers in a drawer, but can't muster up the courage.

He is film critic Mark Kermode.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on February 24, 2015, 11:16:45 am
An abusive father slaps his stepson to the rhythm of 'Oops upside your head' by the Gap Band. The next day he sends him to school in a homemade T-shirt reading 'Daddy gave me a whoopin', I deserved it', to further humiliate the boy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 24, 2015, 11:40:06 am
A grandad hums the 'Terry and June' theme in the wrong key whilst attached to a Kidney Dialysis machine.

A quadroplegic in an 'I Ran The World' sweater, is made to drink a can of warm Lilt at a Teddy Bear's Picnic.

Mark Almond smuggles three free samples of Red Leicester out of his local Aldi. Today, he can eat.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 24, 2015, 11:45:27 am
A knocker-hungry net nerd in Michigan faps himself silly to R-Kelly videos in his grandparents' basement.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on February 24, 2015, 12:15:18 pm
A dog can't be arsed to raise the alarm to its 80 year old owner when a burglar breaks in and steals a fake antique clock from the mantelpiece. It lies back down in its basket.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on February 24, 2015, 12:19:51 pm
An owl gets its head stuck in a replica Devo hat and starves to death.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on February 24, 2015, 12:23:54 pm
A depressed pig waits patiently and alone at the gates for the truck to come and take it to the slaughterhouse.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 24, 2015, 12:24:28 pm
The confused.com robot wins a contract to be the lead in the forthcoming Metal Mickey Reboot.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 24, 2015, 12:26:57 pm
A former weatherman plays chess with himself - and loses. Shortly after, he wishes he'd interfered with minors in the 70s.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on February 24, 2015, 12:28:42 pm
A man alone cums. The woman is to polite to express her disappointment.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 24, 2015, 12:38:43 pm
A free magazine with The Daily Star puts 'Police Academy' higher than 'The Godfather' in a list of all-time classic films.

A weary Aunt, sick of having to accommodate her glucose-intolerant niece's special dietary requirements, finally snaps and tells the bewildered girl old to 'man the fuck up' during her 7th birthday party.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on February 24, 2015, 01:05:12 pm
Agatha buys a boxset of all the Carry On films with her pension money. They're not as funny as she remembers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 24, 2015, 01:24:18 pm
A promo shot of Paul Ross just before the exposé reveals a darkness hitherto unknown by man, somewhat heightened by the leafy surrounds.

(http://i62.tinypic.com/332z1hl.png)

A Paul Ross lookalike kills himself out of sympathy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on February 24, 2015, 01:25:55 pm
A man accidentally a word in a forum post.

It is too late to modify.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on February 24, 2015, 02:07:55 pm
A fag-breathed man goes to his niece's fancy dress party dressed as Jimmy Saville.

He doesn't read the news.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 24, 2015, 02:14:02 pm
An out-of-touch dad in a beige polo shirt laughs at a funny cat 'mee-mee' his daughter sent him.

A single woman, the wrong side of 30, treats herself to a Cookie Monster backpack and a Dream-Catcher. Her parents keep asking her when there'll be grandchildren.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: phes on February 24, 2015, 02:38:42 pm
An ice cream man sits on an overcast Ramsgate seafront watching a group of old folk approach his van. He turns on his music - Bizarre Inc's Playing with Knives. They stop for a look at the pictures in the window then carry on walking.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on February 24, 2015, 02:58:50 pm
On UN Aid Parcel day, a crowd of Malawian villagers are showered with used tampons and urine.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 24, 2015, 03:00:38 pm
A poverty-stricken pensioner throttles her budgerigar after she runs out of cat food.  The cat sniffs at the sad little bundle of feathers before turning away and disappearing through the catflap, never to return.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on February 24, 2015, 03:14:10 pm
A man phones his local swimming baths to ask on what specific days the children from the disabled school are scheduled to visit. In the long pause that follows his question he sucks on a biro, coating it in a thick, opaque mucus.

Fascinated, thrilled, a boy uses a stick to poke the squashed carcus of a runover badger. He walks home and is told his mother has just been killed in a workplace shooting. That night, too wired to sleep, he has his first ever wank.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: billtheburger on February 24, 2015, 03:50:26 pm
A young woman learns Marathi for her arranged husband to be, but her parent's dowry is too small.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on February 24, 2015, 04:48:24 pm
A Kabaddi fan tries to bring the sport up in all of the few conversations he has. No one knows it or is remotely interested.

A guinea pig is tormented with a Vax hose extension.  It doesnt survive the night.

A spinster treats herself to a Vienetta.  She vomits up blood later that evening.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on February 24, 2015, 04:50:48 pm
A man grieving the loss of his recently deceased wife momentarily forgets his anguish as he accepts a length from a drunk soldier.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: billtheburger on February 24, 2015, 04:53:06 pm
A man makes an excellent reference to kabaddi and how it affects another man's descent into desolation. He receives no reward in karma as his numbers are significant to the esoteric mindset of the one that appreciated it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on February 24, 2015, 05:35:00 pm
They altered me with a Stanley knife, sing-songs a shredded little boy, to his flat-batteried robot friend
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 24, 2015, 05:39:19 pm
A Kabaddi fan tries to bring the sport up in all of the few conversations he has. No one knows it or is remotely interested.


Me, yesterday, funnily enough
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on February 24, 2015, 07:15:39 pm
(http://i61.tinypic.com/1z7jvs.png)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on February 24, 2015, 07:22:16 pm
It's because the post box never called him back isn't it?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on February 24, 2015, 07:42:55 pm
You had me at Wigan.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on February 24, 2015, 07:52:47 pm
I clicked on it, and Facebook presented me with a scrolling banner of status updates related to the story. Lot of puns. A human's life. I felt very sad. Desolation plus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on February 24, 2015, 07:56:29 pm
What puns? We must have the puns.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on February 24, 2015, 08:11:04 pm
Some crowbarred mentions of 'quick delivery' and 'first class'. I don't remember. A Tim Vine hell.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on February 24, 2015, 08:16:11 pm
Not even 'Return To Sender'? Facebook really is wank.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on February 24, 2015, 08:20:53 pm
I think there was a 'return to sender' one in there, though possibly rendered void as a pun by the inclusion of a 'lol' or exclamation mark.

Anyway, back to desolation scenarios. A pun about a dead man is rendered void by the inclusion of a 'lol'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on February 24, 2015, 08:33:18 pm
A sensei of great renown struggles to open a pre-packaged sandwich.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on February 24, 2015, 08:57:05 pm
A hungover and badly combed git tries to haggle down the price of an 80s sports jacket in Scope.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 24, 2015, 09:00:22 pm
A haggard old bastard stands with his pants round his ankles at a Basingstoke glory hole, like a lesser Paul Ross.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on February 24, 2015, 09:39:45 pm
The unparrelled horror of a five year old at his birthday party about to have the clown pour a bucket of ice cold water over him, he cringes down, tears standing in his eyes, the sound of his friends laughter ringing in his ears so loud they hurt. A moment passes. Another. Then another. He forces his eyes open to see the twisted laughing faces of his friends and family as the confetti and glitter rains down around him. This leads to a decade of deep dark depression and mistrust of his friends and family.

And that child was me.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on February 24, 2015, 09:43:32 pm
A dermatologist on his stag night is unable to ignore the obvious stage two melanoma on the stripper's back. As he tries to approach the stripper to tell her he is mistaken for a sex pervert and receives a drubbing from the bouncers.
Title: Desolation
Post by: shiftwork2 on February 24, 2015, 09:51:21 pm
A man with an unreasonable three year old decides to book an air ticket to Europe from North America. The flights of 50 innocent people are ruined.  The man is wholly unconcerned.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on February 24, 2015, 10:23:51 pm
Some time after masturbating alone in his bedroom, he goes to the local Tesco Metro to buy biscuits and cheap cola. "Next please" calls the pretty girl at the till. He walks over.

His heart turns to lead as he reaches for his money and realises he forgot to wash his hands before coming out. He makes eye contact with her.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 24, 2015, 10:30:36 pm
November 1963, Secret Service Agent Lee Harvey Oswald, based deep undercover on the 5th Floor of the Dal Tex Building, spots two suspicious men on a nearby grassy knoll, aiming a gun at President Kennedy.

- He picks up his rifle, aims it toward them, and dreams of being an American hero.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on February 24, 2015, 11:01:46 pm
Every single last item of mail posted with a special edition Margaret Thatcher stamp is delivered smoothly and promptly to the correct address.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on February 24, 2015, 11:13:11 pm
A 66 year old retired shopkeeper from Chipping Norton dedicates upwards of nine hours a day to changing every instance of American spelling he comes across on Wikipedia to the correct British. In his socks and pants.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Big Jack McBastard on February 24, 2015, 11:32:50 pm
After spending 20 years alone, John falls in love with his pretty, 'lovely', long-time associate Claire. She blithely rejects him with something half-arsed she makes up on the fly while he is earnestly pouring his heart out to her.

He texts her 4 times. No replies.

She does not accept his Friend Request.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Big Jack McBastard on February 24, 2015, 11:38:10 pm
Rather than getting up and having a bath an overweight woman with malodorous folds finds an on-line support community that fights 'Odour shamers' and those with 'Scent privilege'. #BOdyPositive
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on February 24, 2015, 11:45:28 pm
Alan tries to get traveller's cheques, even though he's only going to Scotland. The lady behind the till at the bank suppresses a laugh. That night he hangs himself.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: non capisco on February 25, 2015, 12:47:52 am
Two different types of serious illness force Laurel and Hardy impersonators to switch roles.

A cuckolded man curled up on a downstairs sofa is soothed by the overpowering noise of an annoying car alarm. Maybe they just went straight to sleep tonight.

Meanwhile, the lead singer of a Bluetones tribute band shits himself just before a gig in Dartford.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Banlon on February 25, 2015, 12:59:56 am
Empty tube of Canesten discarded on the ground of a strip-pub car park.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on February 25, 2015, 01:35:34 am
A confused woman names her first child Squab
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on February 25, 2015, 01:38:12 am
A man recognises his daughter in a porn film, and briefly considers stopping. Ultimately he doesn't.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Banlon on February 25, 2015, 01:53:52 am
His daughter has been reported missing for over a year.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on February 25, 2015, 02:24:12 am
George Lucas comes home to find that bitter intruders have irreparably altered the interior of his house.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: soraya on February 25, 2015, 04:02:06 am
"Did ya stay at Jamie's last night?", asks 27 year old Sandra. "Yeah" her 14 year old daughter replies. 

"What did yas do?"

"We got drunk an' did it"

"How was it?"

"It were all right but he were like chokin' an' punchin' me"

"Oh most lads like that it's normal".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on February 25, 2015, 04:50:59 am
A time-traveller (26) rapes himself (14) in an alley behind Woolworths.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 25, 2015, 07:51:36 am
A time-traveller (26) rapes himself (14) in an alley behind Woolworths Fine Fare.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 25, 2015, 09:22:16 am
You're in a dingy nightclub at 1:43am, dancing alone on a sticky dancefloor to a shitty remix of the latest Ed Sheerin song. In your peripheral vision, you make out a sweaty, middle-aged man with an unfeasibly large head, making a beeline in your direction. There is a huge rictus grin on his face.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on February 25, 2015, 09:28:47 am
Neville the snail decides he's had enough and slowly crawls his way onto the tracks awaiting the 13:33 to Heathrow. The trains delayed by 47 minutes.

Neville gives up and goes and eats some trackside weeds.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on February 25, 2015, 09:40:30 am
He's scrambling around the dirty flat for money. Anything for his Frosty Jacks. Bills need paying, but he'd prefer Frosty Jacks. Behind the sofa; no luck. Toffee jar; no luck either. Then, a pair of old and filthy Hawaiian shorts, he rummages through the pockets, and feels at least three well-sized coins between the dusty fabric. His heart leaps. He takes them out, he looks.

They're Euros.

Left and forgotten about since his trip to Magaluf the previous summer where he had a very loud and very public breakup with his girlfriend outside a kebab shop.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 25, 2015, 09:48:09 am
You're in a dingy nightclub at 1:43am, dancing alone on a sticky dancefloor to a shitty remix of the latest Ed Sheerin song. In your peripheral vision, you make out a sweaty, middle-aged man with an unfeasibly large head, making a beeline in your direction. There is a huge rictus grin on his face.

(http://www.nicksflickpicks.com/InlandEmpireScream1.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 25, 2015, 09:53:16 am
At 41, it suddenly dawns on Emily that the mantra 'It's what's inside that counts' was, in fact, total bullshit, fed to her by well-meaning idiots. She's wasted her time. She feeds her 17 cats.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on February 25, 2015, 10:35:55 am
Four wire haired harlots from Hull wait in line at a 3am kabob shop in Benidorm.  Their undignified screeching attrscts the attention of a well versed Algerian sex pest. He coaxes one up an alley,  before he can say or do anything she reaches down and whips out a heavily soiled fanny pad.  Shit,  blood and discharge appear as a vile black cancer in the dim alley light.  She pushes his bald rapey head towards the mire and tries to hold in a fart,  unsuccessfully.

A peacock is chased and savaged by a Jack Russel called Bongo,  the owner stifles a laugh as the stricken birds falls down a steep embankment.

A Godzilla fan calls his goldfish Godzuki and cant stop congratulating himself for a number of weeks.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on February 25, 2015, 10:59:43 am
A man is sorting through his late mother's house as he prepares to sell it after her funeral. He opens the locked wardrobe in her bedroom to find a wad of cash stuffed into the top pocket of a blouse. He smiles as he spies an old suitcase lying at the bottom of the wardrobe. He opens it with ease to find a bunch of old sheets inside. Then he sees it, the mummified corpse of a baby hidden inside the sheets. Wrapped with the baby is a note written in his mother's handwriting.
 "You will always be my favourite. God Bless"
All these years he'd wished to have a brother or sister to help him through his lonely childhood... and there they had been all along in the wardrobe. He holds the baby corpse in his arms as the tears form in his eyes....
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on February 25, 2015, 01:11:51 pm
A man is on his third date with a woman he really likes. He asks the tattooed waitress about the craft beer selection, but as she's rattling off names like Satan's Grog and Screaming Vengeance IPA, all the man can think about is how to broach the subject of his increasingly itchy glans before the braised ribs arrive.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 25, 2015, 01:19:06 pm
A ne'er-do-well in Dundee forwards a Snapchat photo of his fat dong to a pensioner in Devon.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on February 25, 2015, 01:20:50 pm
A pensioner in Devon feels his years more than ever as his granddaughter tries to explain to him all the Apps - such as Snapchat - on his newly acquired smartphone.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on February 25, 2015, 01:26:16 pm
In desperation a lonely virgin reluctantly follows Dapper Laughs dating advice and tells a female colleague to 'get yer gash out', thereby ruining their tentative yet blossoming relationship.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on February 25, 2015, 01:53:22 pm
A Policeman banged his fist hard on the front door of the missing man. He had talked to the man's neighbours and they had told him that the man hadn't been seen for days and they were worried. One neighbour had tipped him off that there was a spare key under the plant pot by the front door, so the Policeman had found that and decided to let himself in.
As soon as he entered the house he could smell that awful stench...something was dead inside. He slowly moved from room to room to see what was the cause of the smell. Finally he entered the front bedroom and saw it. The missing man's decomposing body hanging by a rope from the ceiling fan. The man had clearly been dead for awhile. The Policeman noticed something on the floor under the dead man's corpse, it was a note. Written in big letters were just 5 words. "I was never her favourite".
"What an awful scene" thought the policeman to himself..it was then that he saw something wrapped in some old sheets on the bed...
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 25, 2015, 02:06:28 pm
An alabaster retard finds a human tooth in some Hubba Bubba.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on February 25, 2015, 02:11:40 pm
A prescribed medicated robs a man of his appetite, but he still forces himself to eat a McMuffin and hash brown because he is addicted to eating bad food to try to feel better about himself, although it stopped being enjoyable some time in 2003.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 25, 2015, 02:18:24 pm
A nascent cuckold builds a cocoon out of cuckoo semen.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: RDRR on February 25, 2015, 02:21:21 pm
A server at Wetherspoons is asked by a bored middle-aged man sitting at the bar what his plans in life are. The barman explains that he has a degree in fine art and would love to one day make a career of it. The man laughs, says 'a fat lot of good that degree will do you' and shares the story with the other aged alcoholics. The barman is thereafter ridiculed and referred to as 'bartist' until he finally resigns, but after 9 months' unemployment is forced to return to his old job.

A coastal pitch 'n' putt, and a golfer's mishit approach heads into the path of a gull. The gull squawks and falls to the ground, spasming uncontrollably. She'll be eaten alive by crabs while her chicks starve. The man jokes that he 'scored a birdie', and takes a mulligan.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on February 25, 2015, 07:28:48 pm
A depressed student uses the last of his pocket change to buy a chip barm/butty/teacake/patty from the local chippy. He eats all the loose chips first. He gets to the bread.

It's stale.


True story.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on February 25, 2015, 07:31:21 pm
Isn't the point that the grease, butter and 'slather' softens the bread, turning it into 'edible' pulp yeast mattertm?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on February 25, 2015, 07:37:31 pm
Not in this case. Plus these particular chips are the least greasy chips I've had from any chippy. They're mostly potato, would you believe.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hangthebuggers on February 25, 2015, 07:38:39 pm
An old man weeps at the grave of his wife.

He was never married.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hangthebuggers on February 25, 2015, 07:43:30 pm
It's not even a grave. He's outside a wooden palette factory, crying unto some plastic tarpaulin flapping in the wind.

The workers feel sorry for him, but they don't know what to do, they decide it's best to leave him there over the weekend. See if he's still there monday morning, in which case they'll chase him off with some planks.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Squink on February 25, 2015, 09:22:30 pm
A man flounces from an internet forum, only to return almost immediately, where he heads straight for the Desolation thread.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on February 25, 2015, 09:28:51 pm
Not in this case. Plus these particular chips are the least greasy chips I've had from any chippy. They're mostly potato, would you believe.

Missed the point then haven't they? Dickheads.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Banlon on February 25, 2015, 09:36:53 pm
A tramp wipes his bell-end over some twigs and eats them from a discarded scampi Nik Nak bag.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 25, 2015, 09:45:40 pm
In a forthcoming reboot of a popular franchise, Idris Elba is cast in the role of an instantly recognisable British institute.

-Frank Spencer.

A tenor loses a tenner during a ten-year tenure in Tenerife.

The moon weeps for mankind in a secret room.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Banlon on February 25, 2015, 09:50:09 pm
Some Motherfuckers Do 'Ave 'Em
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on February 25, 2015, 09:53:34 pm
A ghost emerges in a remote abandoned cottage. After a single night of pointless haunting it realises it was never alive in the first place and vanishes forever.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: GentleJoshing on February 25, 2015, 09:55:17 pm
Five men in their mid thirties have a loud discussion on a Tube carriage about last years' trip to Las Vegas. They recount some drunken exploits and how they had to smoke cigarettes in their hotel room up against the air conditioning unit to avoid the walk to a designated smoking area. Talk soon turns to this year's planned lads holiday. "Dave", who is not present with the group today, apparently has all his spending money together already. This is despite the holiday being several months away, and the revelation causes both surprise and admiration within the group.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Gulftastic on February 25, 2015, 10:11:56 pm
Tonight's winners at the Brits:

Ed Sheeran - 2
Royal Blood - 1
Taylor Swift - 1
Paloma Faith - 1
Sam Smith - 2
Pharell Williams - 1
Mark Ronson - 1
Foo Fighters - 1
No Direction - 1

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on February 25, 2015, 10:14:01 pm
Tonight's winners at the Brits:

Ed Sheeran - 2
Royal Blood - 1
Taylor Swift - 1
Paloma Faith - 1
Sam Smith - 2
Pharell Williams - 1
Mark Ronson - 1
Foo Fighters - 1
No Direction - 1

Christ, I've only heard of Ed Sheeran, Taylor Swift, Mark Ronson, Foo Fighters and One Direction. I'm only 24! I feel I should know exactly who all of the above are.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on February 25, 2015, 10:35:25 pm
A half wit goes into anaphylaxis to impress his moped riding mates.

Swatting an insect to show his intellectual superiority Maurice goes back to nearly completing the 'Take a Break' crossword in the Doctor's surgery.

With the help of a box of Tampons and some water Gerald spends his days alternating between impressions of Stalin and Hitler.

Some misplaced anger over the discontinuation of a particular type of biscuit ends in a police inquiry line being placed in the local newspaper.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: non capisco on February 26, 2015, 12:35:45 am
9am. A nice old lady staying at her son's house for the week has a faltering yet polite conversation with her teenage grandson and his girlfriend on the upstairs landing. They discuss last nights 'Broadchurch' and how it just isn't as good this year. She makes her way downstairs for breakfast on the patio. The sky is clear and there's a hint of an early Spring. Shortly she will go to wash her hands and see 'FUCK OFF NAN' written in the condensation on the bathroom mirror.

Three doors down a lovelorn man on the brink of alcoholism shuts his bedroom door so his cat can't see him drinking.

Whilst outside a bee attempts to pollinate a plastic flower in front of its mates. It flies waveringly away from their jeers, directionless, out into raw nowhere.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on February 26, 2015, 12:37:34 am
A 35 year old man with a full head of terminally ugly hair heads to the cash-and-carry to buy 12 boxes of Roysters crisps in bulk for his own personal use. He will finish ten of the boxes that night.

A graduate is offered a job in the postroom of the admin offices for the company that manufactures anti-homeless spikes.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on February 26, 2015, 01:22:07 am
A man lies in bed wanking furiously to Katie Hopkins appearing on Loose Women. In the seconds right before climax a spring bursts through his mattress, scraping him all across the arse. Months later, he wishes he had died of tetanus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on February 26, 2015, 01:55:25 am
A kestrel has a stroke and falls head first into a thresher.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 26, 2015, 07:38:06 am
A spastic man, wearing a Miami Dolphins baseball cap with a propellor on top, writes a love letter to his dad's Citroen Xantia.

In a filthy Dagenham bedsit, a bearded man with a Phd and grown-up children, is the willing recipient of a ferocious donkey-punch from an unemployed welder called Keith.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on February 26, 2015, 09:24:09 am
A recently widowed ex signalman with an unfeasible goitre attempts to knit himself a friend.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on February 26, 2015, 12:10:04 pm
A young man comes out to his father. His father makes a move on him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 26, 2015, 12:49:08 pm
A walrus-looking man realises that life IS like a box of chocolates. A really shit one from Poundland.

Midge Ure forgets the opening verse to Vienna at a free Radio Bristol roadshow. Everyone laughs at him. Later that night, he weeps into a shoebox.

A man with an irrational fear of liquorice is labelled a 'chalkie' by some wannabe gangsters outside a Nottingham kebab shop.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 26, 2015, 01:06:25 pm
A terrified spider spends a night attempting evolve into a form more pleasing to the owner of the bathroom, before giving up and gnawing off its own legs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: RDRR on February 26, 2015, 02:49:44 pm
A cleaner returns home to be beaten up by his abusive spaniel.

An ex-nun turned mature student is sat in a lecture theatre between her new young friends. As one of them goes down to fetch a set of handouts, the other dares her to draw a 'fat cock' on the next page of her notepad. The mature student chuckles nervously and, having never seen a penis, draws something vaguely resembling a dumbbell. The friend frowns, and doesn't sit with her again.

Both in Middlesbrough.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on February 26, 2015, 03:07:51 pm
A depressed struggling actor decides to go to therapy:

"Would you say you were bullied as a child?"

"Umm... not really. Well... some people might. I sort of think it's impossible to bully someone who likes fighting though isn't it? I mean when you don't have any friends that's the closest thing you get to having fun with others."

That night he pays a prostitute £300 to let him cum on her ankle.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 26, 2015, 08:05:08 pm
A single mum tries to entertain a charming man she met on eHarmony, whilst her disabled son loudly impersonates the mating call of an elephant seal in an adjoining bedroom.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on February 26, 2015, 09:59:55 pm
A 16 year old boy from Sheboygan, Wisconsin spends ages searching all the torrent sites for a high definition copy of a recently released blockbuster. After many false leads, several crappy camrips, and a few 0 seeds, he finally finds what he's looking for just as he was about to give up and downloads the file. Having double checked the duration and resolution, he connects his laptop to his television and finally sits down to the enjoy the film.

The audio is slightly out of sync.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hangthebuggers on February 26, 2015, 10:21:39 pm
An old man is silently masturbating into his toilet.

It's been a long, long time since that particular mast has a raised any sort of flag, his wife long dead and dry.... But now the troops are displaying all their finery, the diplomacy is over and it's time for the artillery. The war may be over, but this little champion has a some life left in him yet. It may not be the most glorious of cavalry charges, but by all that is good in this world and God willing, he'll get it done.

His ruffled foreskin chafed across his dome, a glint of sunlight reflecting from the sour surface of his urethral orifice. Japan. A lifetime ago. A bayonet.

He shook that thought from his head and concentrated on the hot stuff. Doris Day with her perk white teeth and tits. Verya Lynn with her soft, hot gob and delicious curls. Oh yes, you can't make me build a railway through the jungle. Oh no you can't.

He swang his trouser meat unto the bog roll, knocking them off the porcelain with naught more than a tuff and a defiant, frenzied giggle. The distant sound of artillery, the boom, doom, boom of his ticker. A distant calling of pleasure. Warm heat. Jungle heat. Churchill would be proud.

The Nazi's. He'd killed a man with a shovel, but again he shook that thought away with a grasp of his exposed bollocks. Fuck you Hitler, you can't deny me this moment. I'm going to liberate my balls.

And so he did. V day. Flags were waving, white sticky flags.... A white hot victory. A huge stinking puddle of public victory...

He saluted himself.

But no, it wasn't his bathroom, it was the toilet display section of B&Q and there's an old man saluting himself with his bollocks and cock out.. Many had watched him do it. Many had even felt a tinge of pride for the old man, but most were happy he was now being seen to by the filth. A friendly copper took the hook of his arm. C'mon sir. You're alright now. Yes that's right put it away. That's right yes. Let's have a cup of tea at the station. C'mon, no don't touch my arm, we'll need to get you washed. C'mon off you pop.


New page cuntoid.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on February 26, 2015, 11:16:18 pm
A whisk reaches the end of its natural lifespan.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on February 26, 2015, 11:44:01 pm
A 16 year old boy from Sheboygan, Wisconsin spends ages searching all the torrent sites for a high definition copy of a recently released blockbuster. After many false leads, several crappy camrips, and a few 0 seeds, he finally finds what he's looking for just as he was about to give up and downloads the file. Having double checked the duration and resolution, he connects his laptop to his television and finally sits down to the enjoy the film.

The audio is slightly out of sync.

He perseveres, and finds himself not only enjoying the film, but experiencing something of an epiphany and, touched by the magic of storytelling, vows to become a celebrated film director. Over the course of the next two weeks, he buys a cheap digital video camera from a pawn shop and begins filming scenes with his friends around Sheboygan on the weekends. Every day after school, he goes straight to the library, poring over autobiographies by the likes of Robert Altman and David Lynch. Through the library's threadbare collection of ancient photography manuals, he discovers a natural aptitude for composition and lighting.

Two months pass. As the young man sits in his bedroom of his family's duplex, approaching the finale of his first screenplay, 72 pages, double spaced, with proper directions and everything, a letter from the MPAA drops through the mailbox. He is being sued for $16,000,000 for torrenting the movie. The resulting financial ruin is the final straw in his father's long, lingering battle with cancer. Eventually, he finds himself sleeping in the family station wagon, now permanently parked at a Wal Mart, keeping himself warm with a large flap of pink foam padding which smells vaguely of eggs, and trying, and failing, to tune out the asthmatic grunts and groans of the obese Arby's manager his mother regularly services for free day old roast beef sandwiches.

"Nice camera, fag," says the fat man, as he drops a fistful of change into the dirty ashtray and raises his girth from the car.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on February 26, 2015, 11:50:03 pm
A single mum goes for a drive to clear her head after an explosive argument with her adolescent son.

She gets side-swiped a lorry.

She wakes up in hospital.


She's disappointed.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on February 26, 2015, 11:50:40 pm
An earnest web article refers to the English film director Steve McQueen as African American
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Banlon on February 27, 2015, 12:11:44 am
An untouched tray of vol-au-vents at the Phimisos Society annual dinner.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: The Beached Torpedoes on February 27, 2015, 12:16:42 am
Devout Catholic Sir James Savile in a chauffeur-driven popemobile beat the traffic of Purgatory on the road to Heaven.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on February 27, 2015, 12:21:25 am
An alien can't start his spaceship because he left his keys up a hillbilly's arse.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: non capisco on February 27, 2015, 12:25:22 am
An untouched tray of vol-au-vents at the Phimisos Society annual dinner.

Attendee Terence Oxley eschews the vol-au-vents for his own packed lunch. He struggles to get his Pepperami out of its plastic skin, eventually throwing it to the floor in self disgust. These little get-togethers are always a waste of time.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: stunted on February 27, 2015, 02:38:59 am
A man prematurely ejaculates. Life is created.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on February 27, 2015, 08:21:13 am
A recently arrived immigrant with a poor grasp of the English language chooses the sobriquet,Gary Glitter, to blend in, after hearing the name  on the news later today. The poor sod is unaware of the tragedy that will follow.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 27, 2015, 11:25:46 am
Peter Sissons spots a pretty woman whilst walking past a raw sewage plant. His face betrays a sense of utter confusion.

A speccy oddball asks a ladyboy if they like Last Of The Summer Wine.

A dead tree in a Walsall playpark, adorned with bags of dog shit. A paedophile on a mobility scooter trundles slowly past, his fat sides hanging out of an 'I ran the world' T-shirt.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on February 27, 2015, 12:25:43 pm
Tears of self pity roll down the face of a now bald Oasis fan as he reviews 90s photos of himself in full Oasis Regalia and a near perfect facsimile of Liam Gallaghers 'iconic' haircut.

A market stall holder in Saltcoats fails to sell a single piece of EXOTIC LAWNGEREE all weekend.

In Lidl a man with facial tattoos loudly exclaims to no one that 'its all paki food'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Eight Taiwanese Teenagers on February 27, 2015, 12:28:39 pm
I've massively disappointed myself by going to Subway. I had a chipotle chicken melt. It was quite horrible.

I hadn't been to Subway for a long time because I know it's nasty. I was in a hurry though. What an idiot
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: chand on February 27, 2015, 12:37:19 pm
A man
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 27, 2015, 12:59:56 pm
A plan
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on February 27, 2015, 01:00:28 pm
A Gary with a nasal snot bubble and pants full of shit going down on your mum.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 27, 2015, 01:04:10 pm
Sorry, poo, the correct response was 'a canal'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on February 27, 2015, 01:05:57 pm
I've massively disappointed myself by going to Subway. I had a chipotle chicken melt. It was quite horrible.

I hadn't been to Subway for a long time because I know it's nasty. I was in a hurry though. What an idiot

Subway's fine.  If I'm out-and-about and need something that at least feels vaguely healthy, I'll go there.  It beats the stale baguettes from yer Prets and the "found this amazing hole-in-the-wall" mom-and-pop shop where the guy wipes the sweat from his brow and doesn't wash his hands.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 27, 2015, 01:11:54 pm
A beige pencil-pusher with a combover and a lifetime of unfulfilled dreams, stands outside a windswept Wilkinsons waiting for his mousy wife to emerge with a year's supply of Tena Lady. He hates her. He can't imagine life without her.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on February 27, 2015, 01:18:56 pm
Your Dad sucking off a scarecrow during The Invasion
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on February 27, 2015, 01:24:34 pm
Every single Internet-user, staring at the same dress ... forever.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 27, 2015, 01:32:30 pm
Talking heads of an elderly Barry Shitpeas and Philomena Cunk in 2031, reminiscing, in their own inimitable ways, about that 2015 Internet Phenomenon - 'The Dress.'

You, watching it, going oh FFS.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on February 27, 2015, 02:10:55 pm
A 7 year old boy requests a woolly hat, a checked shirt, a beard, a tattoo sleeve and "big wheels in my ears" for his birthday.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: chand on February 27, 2015, 02:27:54 pm
A Buzzfeed writer optimistically saving the picture of the dress to a special folder of pictures that they will use as the basis for an epic "Things Only 2010s Kids Will Understand" listicle in ten years' time, if they still have a job then.

A former Buzzfeed writer, ten years from now, reading a "Things Only 2010s Kids Will Understand" listicle, remembering a better time, a time when all we needed was a bunch of pigeons who looked like they were about to drop the most fire album of 2014, laughing at the Ikea Monkey, through the tears, amidst thoughts of what might have been.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 27, 2015, 02:59:42 pm
He used to have dreams of a career in showbiz.
He's on his knees fellating a retired binman in a Hackney tower block.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: jenna appleseed on February 27, 2015, 06:03:03 pm
some real life (auto)biographical desolation[1]

Heroin addict turned Mormon spends 30 years wishing he hadn't ignored his dad's phone call asking him to come over, knowing if he'd gone he could've/would've stopped him getting himself killed doing something extra stupid while drunk.

One of the last things he did was to ask/call for help. They thought he was joking.
 1. I appear to have accidentally bought bought a misery memoir[1]
 1. it isn't really a misery memoir
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on February 27, 2015, 06:40:58 pm
This happened today at a landlords funeral. I was actually asked who my favourite war criminal was. I somehow got the impression that if I said Eichmann I would have won Bully's special prize.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: jenna appleseed on February 28, 2015, 02:52:42 am
This happened today at a landlords funeral. I was actually asked who my favourite war criminal was. I somehow got the impression that if I said Eichmann I would have won Bully's special prize.

what the fuck??? How is that remotely rational/appropriate topic of conversation.

One that's just happened - American internet radio dj plays Sandi Thom's covers of Hurt & House Of The Rising Sun. His fans on facebook agree she has soul.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on February 28, 2015, 08:43:46 am
With a sloppy smack, a condom is yanked from a small, hard and bent penis then twangs a blob of scrotal flob through a heavily gouted widow's field of vision before settling onto her Fluoxetine packaging. She returns her stare back to the Luton drizzle attack that plays out from her spare bedroom window as her rented lover dresses and asks to borrow £370.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on February 28, 2015, 09:35:46 am
Ant from Ant & Dec dives into the shallow end of a swimming pool in Magaluf whilst off his tits on Blue WKD. He suffers a severe brain stem injury, leaving him the 'full Christopher Reeve.'

Dec is forced to go solo, but it's just not the same. At the 2016 Brit awards, he flunks his lines in a rehearsed skit with Ed Sheerin and Kanye West, who acts his usual dickhead self. 

Eventually he withdraws from public life, and spends his evenings slumped in an old chair watching Russian Dash-Cam crash videos on Youtube.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on March 02, 2015, 01:15:31 pm
Here's one that actually happened:

A 55 year old work colleague brings in a pile of well thumbed copies of Razzle brought for him by his doting elderly mother who purchases them for him hoping they will satisfy his sexual needs and thus nullify any chance of him meeting a woman and leaving her alone.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on March 02, 2015, 01:16:29 pm
A man jogs and doesn't eat chips.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 02, 2015, 02:16:44 pm
A grown-up Oor Wullie steals from his own ma to fund a spiralling crack addiction.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on March 02, 2015, 03:56:15 pm
http://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-north-east-wales-31696508
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on March 02, 2015, 04:05:13 pm
Touching
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-humber-31695410 (http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-humber-31695410)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Attila on March 02, 2015, 04:12:43 pm
http://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-north-east-wales-31696508

'North Wales Police said they were appealing for witnesses to the "viscous assault".'

Boys attempting to steal a puppy in Wales get spunked on by a German Shepherd. It is the only touch of a lover's hand they will  ever know.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 02, 2015, 05:16:21 pm
An unemployed dimwit positions his penis through the elastic of his underpants in such a way that the bell is stimulated with every step he takes. Eventually, outside a retirement home for elderly Rabbis, climax is achieved.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on March 02, 2015, 07:14:02 pm
In a stand dedicated to cards with famous quotes on them, I spied one that simply read "Let's Rock", whilst the other cards stated their author, e.g. Gandhi, Einstein.. This one just said "Saying"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: An tSaoi on March 02, 2015, 08:58:37 pm
An alcoholic welder gets sicks in his nan's open casket.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 02, 2015, 09:08:33 pm
A hapless virgin emits a foul burp whilst moving in for his first ever kiss. His uncle doesn't mind.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: RDRR on March 02, 2015, 09:19:14 pm
My name is Kid Rock!

–Saying
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on March 02, 2015, 09:50:30 pm
http://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-north-east-wales-31696508

Quote
They were stopped from taking the St Bernard by the German Shepherd.

Muppets.  What did they think was going to happen?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on March 02, 2015, 09:59:40 pm
A man in the throes of ecstasy with his one night stand approaches climax. Looking down he realises she has insterted a q-tip into his uretha and watches in horror as his balls inflate by Dizzy Guilespe's cheeks. His young son is called into identify the body. The mother laughs when told what has happened to the man she once loved and she opens her third bottle of Woodpecker of the night.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 02, 2015, 10:10:56 pm
A committee chairman loses on Arcade Mode Stage 1 of Soul Calibur.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 02, 2015, 10:14:39 pm
A labourer is informed matter-of-factly there will be no more labouring, ever.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on March 02, 2015, 10:20:20 pm
"This pearly king seems happy. But he shouldn't be. He's about to find out they've replaced him with a computer program. That night he went home and screamed into a big box of buttons."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on March 02, 2015, 10:28:17 pm
The trainee midwife is told to pick that up and put it in the toilet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on March 02, 2015, 10:41:55 pm
A lonely bachelor offers to help the young single mum up the stairs of their tenement close with her shopping. He comments on how pretty she looks today,  and she thanks him for his assistance.  Later that evening as he drains the last from a bottle of Merlot a noise from the door signals a sustained,  violent and deadly assault from the single mum downstairs boyfriend and his 3 cronies.  She weeps with a pillow over her head as the sounds of violence drift down the close,  she calls the police,  but its too late.  It was too late the moment she mentioned what had happened earlier that day to her boyfriend.  Her heart sinks further still as she knew inside herself that she loved her lonely bachelor neighbour and only if she could l gave got rid of the streak of piss boyfriend,  they could gave been together and been happy.

Happy is a state of mind she never discovers in her short life,  she dies of a head injury after being kicked down a flight of stairs a few months later.  The same stairs she used to see the now dead bachelor on.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on March 02, 2015, 11:00:39 pm
A weasel falls off a woodpecker and bursts open on a rock.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on March 02, 2015, 11:10:14 pm
An old blind dog choking to death on a discarded used condom.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on March 02, 2015, 11:11:13 pm
An old blind dog choking to death on a discarded used condom.

I "aww'ed" for a non-existent dog :-(
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 02, 2015, 11:18:30 pm
In a Mississippi delivery room, an alabaster-skinned couple cradle their newborn baby. Their newborn baby, who looks just like their neighbour Shaquele - right down to the afro.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 02, 2015, 11:22:17 pm
A deaf pensioner turns the heating up and wanks over phenomenal preposterously loud porn in her sheltered housing.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 02, 2015, 11:31:55 pm
In the 'reduced' section of Iceland, a heaving colostomy bag cruelly betrays it's elderly owner. He gets the bus home alone, reeking of shit. He walks up the path to his dark bungalow alone, reeking of shit. He sits down in the dark and watches an old episode of Catchphrase alone. The smell of shit is overwhelming. He doesn't notice. He doesn't care.

He absolutely reeks of shit.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on March 03, 2015, 04:26:40 am
Hugo boss launches a range of suicide vest for the fashion conscious suicide bomber. The first batch shrink in the wash so a kids range is added.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on March 03, 2015, 05:23:51 am
A deaf pensioner turns the heating up and wanks over phenomenal preposterously loud porn in her sheltered housing.

Didn't know you'd met my mum!

A sulky teenager playing Grand Theft Auto can't decide if he needs the toilet. He wakes up 6 hours later with the game still on having pissed, jizzed and shit the bed. After cleaning up he looks for his favourite dog to cheer him up, only to find it eating his homework.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 03, 2015, 09:35:08 am
A 43 year old man barks and claps like a seal whilst watching The Poddington Peas on VHS. His weary mother, 81, looks on, clutching a carton of greasy chips in her liver-spot hands. Her husband died years ago. Grandchildren were never an option.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on March 03, 2015, 09:38:30 am
A 50 year old factory worker finds the job he has worked for 20 years has been replaced with a simple crank. Returning home he discovers his wife has also replaced him. With a motorized horse cock. He stands in the doorway of his bedroom watching as his wife wrestles with a writhing mare pounder the size of his leg. She is breathily calling her child hood pony's name.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on March 03, 2015, 10:03:14 am
The silence is like a glacier, Tony thinks. It's so heavy and thick and cold. It's a glacial diorama. I hate, hate, hate them all but I'll try and smile and lighten my way into their hearts. If they even have hearts. In fact I'll settle for a smile- someone even feeling a bit sorry for me. I'll take that. We're all the same. Six of us sat around a battered pub table, hands down by sides, courage muted.

Will somebody please, please, please just grab a fucking Quaver from the pack I bought for us and ripped open and left in the middle of the fucking table. Please.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 03, 2015, 10:06:37 am
A Mauri elder receives his first Manchester United shirt.

(New page cunt again, FFS)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on March 03, 2015, 11:21:30 am
The new guy is sent to the hardware shop to buy a new bubble for a spirit level.  The new girl at the shop searches the shelves in desperation.  The guy's anger at her incompetence terrifies her.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 03, 2015, 11:54:01 am
A ginger foster child gets abandoned in an old quarry by his imaginary friends.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on March 03, 2015, 01:28:09 pm
A damaged man in double denim is forced to walk nine miles home in the cold and lashing rain after using his bus fare to purchase CD2 of Shed Seven's 'The Heroes' from a charity shop in Cromer.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 03, 2015, 08:56:08 pm
A hairy pederast with club foot slow-dances with a boy scout to the strains of Wang Chung, in a windy Belfast youth hostel.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on March 03, 2015, 09:21:02 pm
A man slips on a banana skin, smacks his head off the curb and dies. The last thing his flickering consciousness perceives before eternal oblivion is the mocking laughter of other humans.

A man stares in a vacant open mouthed reverie at a cloud that's being lit various shades of pink and orange by the setting sun. A sparrow shits right in his gob. 

A slightly idiotic 6 year old tries to feed her baby brother by chewing up worms then slowing spitting them into it's mouth like it saw mummy and daddy birds do on cbeebies.

A malignant beetle crawls up the arse of a decomposing fox.





Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 03, 2015, 09:27:14 pm
A goblin gets grit in its eye.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nowhere Man on March 03, 2015, 09:32:46 pm
Al Green gets grits in its back.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 03, 2015, 11:13:10 pm
French mime artist 'Le Plop' takes up residence in London, only to get mugged and not appreciated - in that order - on his very first day.

'Joss Ackland's spunky backpack' becomes an actual thing.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on March 03, 2015, 11:17:55 pm
A Rotherham dance floor that was witness to a violent altercation between a WKD intoxicated Nigel Worthington and a bloated Mr Motivator remains uncleared and uncleansed over the Christmas period
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 04, 2015, 10:14:31 am
He tags along to a house party with his more popular friends. He stands in the kitchen whilst a bearded dweeb rambles on about Final fucking Fantasy. He watches the girl of his dreams heading upstairs with someone she only just met.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on March 04, 2015, 10:38:02 am
Sat alone at christmas, he looks disappointingly at his microwavable christmas dinner on the table before him. "No goose this year" he grumbles. "Eh? Valerie? No goose this year! Or the year before!" His shouts get louder and louder, shouting at his plate "WHY VALERIE? WHY?" Thumping his gravy and gruel "WHY?" His food lets out a quack. "WHY?" A goose's head appears out of the gloop, squawking unnaturally, gasping for air. "WHY?" He sobs. The goose flails all over the plate, gravy and potato down his jeans, his shirt, the table top. "WHY?" He's howling. The goose screaming.

Rough arms on his shoulders, pulled into daylight.

"Come on," the police officer says, a hint of pity in his voice, "come on, up you get."

He looks down at the goose, no longer at a table but by his feet on the grass. Throttled and lifeless, his hands covered in feathers and gore.

Another goose floats upside down in the pond. Spectators look on aghast. A child cries.

He's been on the bottle for a week.

"I should have known" he thought, "I've not had christmas goose since Valerie confessed her infidelities with Barry the Bastard."

A tourist is filming on his iPhone.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on March 04, 2015, 12:49:27 pm
Local disaffected youths throw rocks at an attempted bumming in the bushes in a park well known for being a gay pick up area.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on March 04, 2015, 09:23:54 pm
Old man trades his mobility scooter for a hand job from an aged Bulgarian. Dead from hunger within the week.

Bulgarian prostitute found dead in ditch underneath overturned faulty mobility scooter.

Mobility scooter trends on Twitter for 48 hours.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on March 04, 2015, 09:35:53 pm
A trainspotter deliberately witnesses a suicide.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 04, 2015, 09:40:26 pm
An alley cat returns from a reccie to discover the alley is now rubble.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 04, 2015, 09:49:27 pm
A one off man-mental slaps down his pet spaniel for committing a heinous act of bacon theft. Later that evening he forces out a weak piss halfway through watching Dad's Army. Most of the cast are dead now.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on March 04, 2015, 09:54:13 pm
Iceland's R&D team greenlight Corned Beef on Pizza
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on March 04, 2015, 09:57:44 pm
A golfer belches and disturbs a heron.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on March 04, 2015, 10:01:32 pm
A bus driver passes a mentally handicapped man's stop on purpose.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 04, 2015, 10:09:25 pm
A Welsh miner returns home early from the pit to discover his wife being rogered senseless in a coal bunker by the village idiot.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on March 04, 2015, 11:18:40 pm
A confused religious child gets detention for shortening the word countries to cunts while running out of paper in a geography test.

She genuinely doesn't get it.

This kind of Kafkaesque ennui goes on to define the rest of her shitty life.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on March 04, 2015, 11:22:13 pm
A man looks in the mirror and finally accepts he is going bald.  With a sigh he returns to finish watching 60 Minute Makover.

A gristle bitch dyke with a clit like a dick punches an over friendly labrador in the tits.

A camp bingo caller burns the roof his mouth with a Just Chicken Fray Bentos pie.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 04, 2015, 11:42:08 pm
Karen straightens her Crystal Tipps hair and slips into her best vintage frock, kisses her cat goodnight and heads off to meet some colleagues for quiz night at the Nag's Head. She's made a real effort this time.

'You look nice,' says no-one.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 04, 2015, 11:47:35 pm
A registrar peers at a deed poll application for a Fray Alan Bentos.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 05, 2015, 12:00:46 am
A Lemsip contraband in an old person's home grinds to a halt after Elsie, 91, turns Supergrass.

A Throbbing Gristle Fan is robbed at gunpoint by lesbian dwarves.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: DukeDeMondo on March 05, 2015, 12:10:25 am
Too naked to go to the all night garage, a retired cycling proficiency instructor tops up the last of his Pall Mall tobacco with the crumbs from a packet of Nik Naks.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on March 05, 2015, 12:37:14 am
The two whitest men in Portsmouth have a fight outside a pub about the difference between a burrito and a fajita. Someone loses a finger but no one cares enough to call for an ambulance.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on March 05, 2015, 12:54:51 am
A cocky boy of 11 who called himself 'The Don' and ruled the roost at his tiny village junior school has toothpaste wiped off his face with sloppy spit by his granny right before a gang of smoking teenage bruisers on his first day at a bear pit inner city comprehensive.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: RDRR on March 05, 2015, 01:16:21 am
Two orphans pass one another in the street, each mentally remarking 'what an ugly man!'. They're twins.

An NQT drops by the offices of the taxi company she used to get home the night before in order to pay the £80 fee for having soiled herself en route.

A man with a racing car bed takes the bus to work.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 05, 2015, 07:47:14 am
A single mother is unable to properly mourn the sudden loss of her pet beagle, due to the shrieking demands of her three pre-school children. It's 5:27am on a Sunday morning. She always did love the dog more.

Thomas the tank engine is stolen by gypsies and cut up for scrap.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on March 05, 2015, 09:31:50 am
A troll re-edits Requiem for a Dream to include a laugh track, which massively improves the film. Steven Spielberg sees it and is inspired to do the same with Schindler's List. It doesn't improve the film at all, but instead inspires a second Holocaust.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on March 05, 2015, 10:12:11 am
In his pound shop Mr Men socks and a shirt that is more egg stain than polyester young Cedric feels quietly confident that his rendezvous with luscious Linda will be worth the time it took to save up all those twenty pences for. He is sure that the working girl in question will not mind if he takes the used prophylatic home to feast on later in the evening.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hangthebuggers on March 05, 2015, 04:26:00 pm
Ice cream man arrested for selling lumps of butter on a stick.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 05, 2015, 04:37:33 pm
A naked lunatic counts to potato beneath a dying sycamore tree.

In Grantham, a faded Comic Relief nose covered in moth cadavers, hangs precariously on the grille of a car belonging to a registered sex offender.

A Hattie Jacques fan website still exists in 2015, the last update having taken place in November 2002 by a man who later hung himself in a belfry.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on March 05, 2015, 04:43:20 pm
Tony Hawk opens his Gmail and sighs as he reads a slew of emails asking when he'll next perform the Stutter Rap, the joke having worn thin about 15 years ago.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on March 05, 2015, 05:08:21 pm
Tony Hawks opens his Gmail and sighs as he reads a slew of emails asking when he'll next perform the Stutter Rap, the joke having worn thin about 25 years ago.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on March 05, 2015, 05:13:29 pm
(just as an addendum: my post intentionally cited the skateboarder receiving emails intended for the british comedian in volte-face of the british comedian's shtick when he'd reply to emails he'd receive intendted for the skateboarder and it didn't work. it didn't work. I wish to god I never tried)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on March 05, 2015, 05:15:00 pm
Tony's hawk expires slowly and painfully of starvation after a stuttering butcher takes far too long to serve up the beef offcuts.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on March 05, 2015, 05:24:47 pm
(https://s3.amazonaws.com/fluencia-media/images/resized/465_310/little%20girl%20smashing%20face%20into%20birthday%20cake.jpg)

As she focuses through the view finder she is unaware her daughter has just suffered a 60 years premature heart attack. The cake will be served at her wake.

The toxicology report will reveal she has been taking enough crack to kill a John Belushi the size of an elephant.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pancake on March 05, 2015, 05:44:30 pm
This website

http://www.redditch.com
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on March 05, 2015, 05:47:42 pm
This website

http://www.redditch.com

The best thing about Redditch according to the banner is that it is 5 miles from the M42
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pancake on March 05, 2015, 05:51:53 pm
This from that website:

Steve Beale
I'm trying to find a close friend, his name is Steve Beale. He had a lovely partner called Sarah Browninig and a young girl and a boy. They lived in Huband Close Abbeydale last time I saw them, I forgot which number. Any help would be wonderful, I've tried everthing to find him.
Email: Lee Gallen
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pancake on March 05, 2015, 06:00:28 pm
A pensioner buys a spindle of blank CD-ROMs for his grandchild
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pancake on March 05, 2015, 06:04:15 pm
Michael attends free IT training at the local sixth-form college on Wednesday evenings. He was hoping to go for a pint after but he's the only one in his class
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pancake on March 05, 2015, 06:13:55 pm
Real life desolation on my other forum last week:

Young, bright-eyed couple with their whole lives ahead of them save up so they can buy a modest mountain bike for her. It's stolen hours later, while they're in Decathlon buying her a helmet.

:C
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 05, 2015, 07:55:34 pm
A teenage girl takes a duck-pout selfie in front of some gates on a foreign school trip. The letters loom large behind her - 'Arbeit Macht Frei.'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on March 05, 2015, 07:57:16 pm
A Colin buys a Snow Patrol rarities and B-sides compilation. He spends 2 hours trying to get the plastic wrapping off, as his teeth have rotted out, and the staff have been forced to remove all the sharp objects from his room.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on March 05, 2015, 10:39:21 pm
She went to Woodstock.

She dropped acid.

She protested against Vietnam.

She dreamt of revolution.

She thought she'd change the world.

She's now a bank manager.

She tells her idealistic son to be more realistic.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 05, 2015, 11:21:52 pm
On the exact spot where John F. Kennedy's head was violated by a sniper's bullet, Justin Bieber poses in a rapper's stance for an 'edgy' publicity shot.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on March 05, 2015, 11:26:06 pm
A waiter in a posh new restaurant does some proper cosmic farts on his first night on the job, he doesn't last long before the manager lets him go.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on March 05, 2015, 11:32:13 pm
On the exact spot where John F. Kennedy's head was violated by a sniper's bullet, Justin Bieber poses in a rapper's stance for an 'edgy' publicity shot.

I actually saw someone do that at the execution post at Auschwitz. I walked through his photo.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 05, 2015, 11:42:00 pm
I actually saw someone do that at the execution post at Auschwitz. I walked through his photo.

Good on you.

A 1970s binman pulls over his truck and shits himself inside out, in the bomb crater where his childhood home used to stand.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on March 06, 2015, 09:51:24 am
A man boasts to his neighbour over how much he paid for his set of allen keys.

A neighbour gets envious of the price paid for a set of Allen keys.

Envy and pride combine to create a series of events that destroy the two men's lives.

The demon that possess the set of allen keys is rewarded by the devil for not only destroying the two men's lives but also what could have been if the two men became friends.

The neighbour had a special gift of being able to create select religious icons via his 3d printer anus and the man liked to masturbate while another man took a shit.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 06, 2015, 10:51:40 am
A child receives a broken lighter and a bag of nowt for his 3rd birthday.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pancake on March 06, 2015, 03:15:23 pm
An event is cancelled due to lack of interest
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 06, 2015, 04:27:42 pm
A toddler receives a kiss on the lips from his gran. An essence of lavender and humbugs is permeated by the tangible scent of death.

A road safety campaigner defeats himself at Travel Scrabble in his lonely static home. He notices his phone light up through the darkness. His heart races. The battery has fully charged.

Peter Sissons loses the news.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on March 06, 2015, 05:51:04 pm
A wifebeater in a Pretty Green t-shirt smokes a cig with as much attitude as he can muster outside Poundland in Greenock.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on March 06, 2015, 06:40:47 pm
http://www.carolgeescandles.com/
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on March 06, 2015, 06:45:13 pm
http://www.carolgeescandles.com/

A man spends the last remaining hours of his life trying to get the best score in Spit the Dog's Candles game

http://www.carolgeescandles.com/games/index.php (http://www.carolgeescandles.com/games/index.php)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on March 06, 2015, 06:46:23 pm
A treasure trove of desolation

(http://www.carolgeescandles.com/gallery/full_size_photo.php?this_photo=large/IMG_1770.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 06, 2015, 07:49:08 pm
A parcel clerk wanks off a dog
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 07, 2015, 12:05:30 am
A seaside car park, just after 1am. A 21 year old man, bald as a coot, with three fingers up a randy 61 year old widow, in the back of a Citroen Saxo, to the strains of 'Vengabus.'

- You, three miles away, asleep in a separate bed to your partner, after an argument about tea towels.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on March 07, 2015, 12:59:11 am
An oblivious alcoholic pisses on an elderly King Charles Spaniel.

An albino scratchcard addict.

Lambrini.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on March 07, 2015, 04:56:13 am
Fat, ugly, bald man pushes attractive woman's car out of shallow ditch. She watched through the rear view mirror and he can see she's thankful but detects a hint of her being slightly impressed too. He gives the car one final push, she accelerates away, and he falls flat on his face. He tries to regain his composure and sees her mouthing "sorry" in the rear mirror, she does a sympathetic face too, but he can see the contempt in her contorted sympathetic face, as she gurns at the useful, pathethic oaf. He stands there with a face covered in those little stones that collect on poorly maintained roads, he can feel the sharp stinging, and thinks about how he'll probably have a polka dot pattern on his face for a few weeks now, like a dalmatian, this makes him think of dalmatians which makes him slightly happier, but that only adds a layer of contrast, that makes his current situation seem all the more woeful. He thinks back to how that woman looked at him with thankful, impressed eyes. He lies down on the road and covers himself completely in loose road stones, until he has become the road. He lays there thinking about that narrow postbox view of the woman's eyes, waiting for his death, a lorry, a van, a hatchback, then he thought about a hearse and felt even worse for, even then, being so heavy-handedly stupid in his death fantasy, which makes him want to end his existence even more, as he's self-loathing, a cyclist rides straight over his bollocks.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 07, 2015, 10:55:24 am
An excited 8-year old has his first sleepover at a friend's house. The following day, they have dry weetabix for breakfast and spend the morning distributing Jehovah's Witness Pamphlets to benefit cheats and elderly racists. Later in the day, they are forbidden from playing computer games with guns in. Only one controller works. They share a packet of stale Quavers. It's time to go home.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on March 07, 2015, 06:17:42 pm
A big-throated surveyor storms off to his room after overhearing himself being referred to as "the Tony Drago of cunnilingus".

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on March 07, 2015, 06:43:23 pm
A man abstains a little from a comedy forum to give the impression, to everyone and no one, and perhaps to himself, that his social life is active.

I'd do more but I've gotta go, it's Saturday night after all.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on March 07, 2015, 07:15:54 pm
A bald man with a severely seborrheic scalp absent mindedly peels off large patches of skin from his head as he daydreams out of a train window.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 07, 2015, 08:39:34 pm
An adult woman holds a tea party for her porcelain dolls and the ashes of her dead cat. She briefly stops to check her Match.com profile for any bites. Nah, still nothing.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: canadagoose on March 07, 2015, 09:29:44 pm
The West of Scotland and bald men seem to be the epitome of desolation, according to this thread. I'll need to redress the balance somehow.

A long-haired woman with 5 Highers and a half-finished Geology degree sits in her damp flat in Glenrothes one Thursday afternoon, having been to the job centre to sign on that morning. She's looking forward to watching Countdown, so she turns the TV on. It turns on, but clicks off after a second, as she hasn't topped up her card meter for a few days. Her bank balance is -£499.97. She chastises herself for having bought those digestive biscuits last Tuesday.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on March 07, 2015, 09:38:40 pm
What about bald men from the west of Scotland with phimosis? Are they the holy grail of this thread?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: canadagoose on March 07, 2015, 09:40:04 pm
What about bald men from the west of Scotland with phimosis? Are they the holy grail of this thread?
Yep.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on March 07, 2015, 09:56:57 pm
Bald man with phimosis, living in a dank flat in a village in West Scotland that time forgot. His life is in black and white. He wakes up at dawn as the early morning sun shines beams of grey on his face, too much colour for his eyes. The sound of a crow spluttering outside. He bathes in an old tin bath, that had collected rainwater from the previous night, through a hole in the roof. He tries to clean his penis, but can't pull back his swampy foreskin due to phimosis, the top of his bellend is bare and dry, he hasn't had anything to drink for days, and its like an arid desert. A crusty, dusty dryness.

Desiccation.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Eggs on March 07, 2015, 10:43:01 pm
A bald man on the Isle of Benbecula in 1935 has his bobble hat blown off by the wind.

It is full of AIDS.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on March 07, 2015, 11:03:22 pm
An overweight man with a bad shredded wheat wig inadvertently butterfly prints himself mid shit in a Dunstable pub toilet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 07, 2015, 11:51:56 pm
A hideously ugly mole-catcher notices an excess build-up of smegma under the hood of his gnarled, redundant penis. He does absolutely fuck all about it.

A married Bank Teller is forced to watch all the Monty Python films on her second wedding anniversary.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on March 08, 2015, 11:33:54 am
Percival, 34, divorced, shaves the last few tufts from his cranium, pulls out his cock, and grabs a needle and thread.  Soon he will be bald and phimotic, and the others will finally accept him as one of them.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on March 08, 2015, 11:35:25 am
A widow spends her 80th birthday alone in her flat. She's nursing a cup of tea, having used the same tea bag every day all week.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on March 08, 2015, 12:50:33 pm
A man advertises a party at his house on Facebook, secretly hoping that hundreds of strangers will come and befriend him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on March 08, 2015, 12:55:09 pm
A man advertises a party at his house on Facebook, secretly hoping that hundreds of strangers will come and befriend him.

Hundreds do descend on his comfortable abode...leaving him in intensive care for 13 weeks and homeless when he regains consciousness.

A facebook campaign started by a kindred spirit to raise funds for the victim reaches a total of 7 pound 45 pence after four weeks, which he spends on paracetamol and gin. He perishes thereafter.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 08, 2015, 12:59:19 pm
She may be mail order, but Gerald, 62, loves everything about his new bride. Her lustrous dark hair, her beautiful eyes and dainty nose, her svelte, demure figure and soft breasts. Her cute little giggle when he tells a terrible joke. Her penis..
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Goodsoup on March 08, 2015, 01:02:03 pm
Richard and Judy write a book of sex tips.

Richard and Judy release a sex tape.

Richard and Judy have sex.

Richard and Judy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on March 08, 2015, 01:12:06 pm
"You're really into music aren't you, if I was going to get into Keane which of their albums should I get?"
"...They're all great."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on March 08, 2015, 01:41:51 pm
Hermaphrodite makes a ham sandwich, takes a bite but the ham slips out of the bottom, slapping flat on the dusty laminate kitchen flooring, they pick it up and put it back into the sandwich, they take a bite but it slips out again. They drop the rest of the sandwich onto the floor and walk over to the oven hobs, twisting the hob knob to turn the gas on. They breath the gas directly into their lungs, feeling queasy now, but it stops, they didn't pay their bill this month. They turn and look around the entire kitchen - knives, a rolling pin, a garlic press. They decide to watch day time TV instead and write things online into the internet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on March 08, 2015, 06:18:04 pm
A very bald man in a chip-fat imbued vest lifts a splodge of his own semen from his pate. He looks himself in the mirror, stares at himself for many, many minutes then uses the spent, thick flob to draw a face upon it. His face. Except this one looks worse. Mainly because it's drawn in his own jism, which is drooling and already slightly crusted. He nearly cracks the mirror when he prods the pupils in. He sighs, then starts to add a buxom, smiling lady next to his own demented image, then whispers "as if, Fred, as if".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on March 08, 2015, 06:56:25 pm
A timid man commits a hate crime just so he has something to put on his CV. It helps.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 08, 2015, 07:08:30 pm
Hagrid is arrested for historical, and occasionally magical sex crimes, by the Wizard equivalent of Operation Yewtree.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 08, 2015, 07:15:44 pm
A man rescinds his deed poll application to remain Mr. Harold Binman.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on March 08, 2015, 07:59:26 pm
On a rundown forgotten council estate in the arse end of Uxbridge a ragged band of youths take turns in trying to throw kittens (from an aldi bag they found on the canal path) up onto the 8th floor balcony of the tower block they inhabit. Only one makes it.

An old mild mannered donkey finally collapses and dies after a life of endless toil on a generic Spanish beach after a fat twat of a child gets put on it's back for a ride.

Cyril doesn't have the money for the dentist. Decides it would be easier to just let the teeth rot out by themselves. He likes soup anyway.

A Chelsea fan sucks off a black transvestite behind a wheelie bin in Fulham the night before heading to Paris for "the big game".

A man twats a bat out the sky with a badminton racket. He does this every fourth Tuesday. It is his ritual. It keeps him "sane"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: paolozzi on March 08, 2015, 08:14:16 pm
A man scrapes a mouldy layer from the top of his onion chutney before digging into the rest for his Sunday dinner. His dog looks up longingly.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on March 08, 2015, 08:17:58 pm
A retired typist with Munchausen Syndrome meets her end at the hands of Dr Harold Shipman. In the proceeding years, whenever it comes up in conversation to one of her grandchildren, he always makes an Alanis Morrisette joke.

As an ageing, unloved hermit inexorably approaches the void, he constructs a detailed fantasy life in which he is a successful film director married to Holly Willoughby. In the dream life he is also a former SBS commando who intervened and saved flight 93 and, more recently, the inventor of a zero point energy device. Watching This Morning, he imagines sendng Holly a text about a funny slip up she just made during the cooking segment. Not for the first time, he wonders jealously if there is anything going on between Holly and Gino. Maybe Phil.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on March 08, 2015, 11:04:21 pm
In 2015 a group of abattoir workers from Galashiels go to Scarborough for a stag do.

After years of pestering,  a mother buys her 45 year old Down Syndrome son an anal dildo for Christmas. She no longer has to check the cucumbers before use.

A man decides to grow a beard after reading a Buzzfeed list about why they're cool.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on March 08, 2015, 11:05:44 pm
IN NOWHERE, INSIDE A SEXLESS HILLTOP FARMHOUSE, a farmer's sagging housewife looks up from her washing up bowl of tepid, rust-coloured and baked bean-infested water to gaze through a grimy, single-paned window at her husband attempting to suplex the latest gust of the relentless gales that queue to send his mangy flat cap pirouetting into the spreading gloom that congeals around their pitiful harvest.
    "Stupid bastard," says she.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 09, 2015, 12:06:56 am
A jobless scrote dropkicks a pregnant hen into an electric fence, in a bid to impress a greasy jezebel. It works. Later that day, he runs a red light for shits 'n giggles.

An idyllic family picnic is disturbed by the nearby death throes of a badger choking on a used prophylactic.

A man wearing a pastel darts shirt cries into some rented tits in 1996.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MuteBanana on March 09, 2015, 12:57:33 pm
Putting up with looking like you've spent 10 hours on a sunbed just so you can enjoy a nice hot shower. Applying cream in a darkened room after, hoping nobody wants to talk to you.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 09, 2015, 12:59:57 pm
A lonely Autocrat fashions an army of tiny makeshift friends for himself, using broken matches and softened Babybel wax.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on March 09, 2015, 10:40:44 pm
(http://cl.ly/image/1a1w0i3H452D/Image%202015-03-09%20at%2010.39.25%20pm.png)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on March 09, 2015, 11:02:22 pm
YOUR FIRST DAY AT WORK
YOU HAVE A LOOK AROUND AT ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE CANTEEN
SMART DRESS CODE
ALL THESE PEOPLE ARE WEARING WAISTCOATS
YOU'VE ONLY GOT A SHIRT THEY'RE ALL LOOKING AT YOU AND TALKING LIKE THEY'VE JUST WATCHED A TWILIGHT ZONE EPISODE ABOUT THE TERRORS OF BEATNIKS
BLOKE IN A TRILBY HAT CLOCKS YOU
HE'S POPPED HIS MOBILE PHONE ON THE TABLE
HIS HEADPHONES CABLE POPS OUT
THE MUSIC OF RONNIE JAMES DIO IS PLAYING OUT LOUD
HE'S BECKONING YOU OVER TO SIT WITH HIM
AGAINST YOUR BETTER JUDGEMENT YOU SIT DOWN
"hiya pal, you the guy, here, get this"
HE TELLS YOU A JOKE TO BREAK THE ICE THEN:
"that bernard manning, you can't not love him can you?"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on March 09, 2015, 11:21:20 pm
Man walks dog. Dog stops poos. Man kicks dog. Dog yelps. Man strokes dog. Man walks dog. Dog internal bleeding. Jogger camera phone. Youtube dog-kicker. Police arrest kicker. Man prison cell. Cell door opens. Men dog heads. Kick man kick. Man blood pulp. Jogger camera phone. How he here? Youtube police dog-men dog-kicker. How uploaded fast? Dog dead. Man dead. Jogger dead. Dog-men inherit earth.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on March 09, 2015, 11:33:57 pm
Your first day at work. You log in to your computer to check your new email account.

It is Lotus Notes. You are contracted here for 12 months.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 09, 2015, 11:43:16 pm
In 1998, they laughed at his stupid long hair. In 2015, they laughed at his stupid shiny head.

A lonely emo girl is un-friended on Myspace by Tom.

The last known Kula Shaker fan dies in a house fire.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dex Sawash on March 10, 2015, 01:03:15 am
(http://cl.ly/image/1a1w0i3H452D/Image%202015-03-09%20at%2010.39.25%20pm.png)

PM sent[1]
 1. pm not sent
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr_Simnock on March 10, 2015, 02:24:28 am
A Leeds fan
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr_Simnock on March 10, 2015, 02:25:59 am
An old man smiles when he finds an old toy from his childhood, suddenly it brings back the memory of his mother shouting 'you were a mistake'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on March 10, 2015, 02:17:04 pm
Have at thee, fallen fingerers of the little thread that was; http://adamcadre.ac/lyttle.html
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on March 10, 2015, 02:41:28 pm
A drug user turns up for the Rolling Stones Hyde Park concert 46 years late.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on March 10, 2015, 03:38:37 pm
A gluten intolerant seagull expires on a defunct bandstand after eating a portion of bakery rat.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on March 10, 2015, 06:27:06 pm
In the near future, a roboid surfs along a murky, animal-less river in the former county of West Yorkshire, the taste of Leeds still cherry on his robolips.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on March 10, 2015, 06:38:56 pm
An emotionally damaged male human smokes some dmt he bought off "the internet" in an attempt to somehow expunge the burden of being for at least a little while. He manages two big lungfuls before the universe unpacks his consciousness and deposits it on the other side of time. He is trapped in a tiny revolving and shifting fractal like tesseract structure with only the memories of his own life reflected back at him.
He "wakes up" 20 minutes later and feels a bit weird, he knows that some part of him is forever trapped within that fractal crystalline shape, cursed to infinitely review and experience the same life and memories over and over and over again. 

He decides he probably won't smoke anymore dmt.

Yes I did recently watch Interstellar.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on March 10, 2015, 06:57:39 pm
Man glances at an inordinately large poo in a toilet, and wishes for a second that their penis matched the poo's mass.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 10, 2015, 06:59:54 pm
In a bungalow just outside Fife, an unused packet of condoms passes their expiry date in a dusty ottoman. A haggard couple argue about tea towels nearby.

A woman with Andy Pipkin hair declares on a Clairvoyancy forum that she 'quite likes' Prometheus.

A group of well-meaning cerebral palsy sufferers film themselves performing a Harlem Shuffle and upload it onto Youtube. It doesn't take the online trolls very long.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on March 10, 2015, 08:24:17 pm
A solitary baked bean, devoid of sauce.

A bloated Gandalf, strangled by his beard caught in a lift at a cosplay convention in Bournemouth.

Morrisey watches Rocky III
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr_Simnock on March 10, 2015, 08:47:09 pm
Alex Salmond in bed crying the day after the vote went NO
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on March 10, 2015, 08:58:01 pm
True one

I found out today that my dad's Aunt died last weekend at the ripe old age of 106.

Her son (who is like someone stuck in a downbeat version of Last of the Summer Wine (he is from Holmfirth area), who also has only ever once ventured outside of Yorkshire (to Exeter many years ago)) phoned to tell my mum.

He has been visiting her every day for the last 20 years since she was placed in the care home 2 miles from his own house. Every night since she entered the accommodation he has had supper with the residents of the care home and then shown a slide show of 'memories' to his mum, who was crippled by dementia for the best part of those 20 years.

Every year he would hold a birthday party for his mum and I went in 2010, my mum has been every year subsequent. The birthday party used to be recorded on an old cassette recorder (I was in charge of pressing the red record button in 2010). Each year, the tape of the previous year would be played for all guests (mostly care home staff and the diminishing elderly relations).

Her last birthday was 4 weeks ago.

The son has no wife or children, is now in his 70s and utterly alone - apart from my mum, who will go to the funeral this week. I can't make it.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on March 10, 2015, 10:58:50 pm
A balding middle-aged divorcee who's been closeted all his life and suffered for decades from anxiety over his sexuality finally bites the bullet and goes to a gay pub.

It's full of young people. He stays in the corner all night hearing "weirdo" muttered in his direction on more than one occasion.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 11, 2015, 11:28:25 am
An 80s-throwback Geography Teacher stuffs one too many wank socks down the back of his radiator, forcing it to fall clean off the wall, revealing an object within that can only be described as a hideous dusty spunk Muppet.

The woman in the bath in that early-90s Flake advert ignores a phone call informing her of an armed sex offender on the loose.

Brian Cant wakes up one morning and discovers that he, well, can't.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on March 11, 2015, 12:18:55 pm

The woman in the bath in that early-90s Flake advert ignores a phone call informing her of an armed sex offender on the loose.



Didn't one of the flake girls get drugged at a party and end up walking outside barefoot!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on March 11, 2015, 05:28:42 pm
400,000 people sign an online petition to put Jeremy Clarkson back on TV.
Title: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on March 11, 2015, 11:10:55 pm
That's what 1 in 150 people in Britain. If you live in London you'll never be more than a metre from a clarkson petition signee
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on March 11, 2015, 11:12:47 pm
A bloke sits in a bar alone, eagerly waiting for Under The Bridge to come on.  When it finally does, a little smile spreads across his lips as he nudges the person next to him saying "Did you know this song's about heroin?"

For this bloke, it doesn't get any better than this.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: non capisco on March 12, 2015, 12:53:08 am
A troll enthusiast in a bar is dismayed when someone nudges him and tells him his favourite song is actually about heroin.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hangthebuggers on March 12, 2015, 01:09:22 am
An elderly gentleman is having trouble with the youth in his neighborhood. Always loud jeering, screaming, shouting, immature sense of reality.

He has enough. He rings his friend. What should I do? They're driving me to the very edge Tommy.
Show them no mercy Harry.

Tomorrow an elderly man is arrested for punching a group of toddlers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on March 12, 2015, 01:32:31 am
A troll enthusiast in a bar is dismayed when someone nudges him and tells him his favourite song is actually about heroin.

Troll enthusiast ...
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on March 12, 2015, 04:07:32 am
Dead dog in a biscuit tin, cup of tea goes cold.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 12, 2015, 07:56:49 am
A lonely widow buries her dead cat Arthur in a shallow grave on a rainy Tuesday. Her suspicious neighbour calls the police, who arrive and kak-handedly dig up Arthur, forcing her to go through the overwhelming sadness all over again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: weekender on March 12, 2015, 07:00:42 pm
A man is standing masturbating in Curzon Street Tunnel (http://lh5.ggpht.com/-U4bRIsgDCjU/UoD-UTBvTyI/AAAAAAAADo0/kmcc5oYb-jo/s1600-h/Digbeth%252520Branch%252520006%25255B7%25255D.jpg).  It is about 7.15am.

weekender is about to ride through Curzon Street Tunnel, for he is commuting to work on his bicycle.

When weekender enters the tunnel, he is *not* thinking about the possibility of a masturbating man being in the tunnel[1].

As weekender enters Curzon Street Tunnel[2] he adjusts his vision[3] and after a couple of seconds he thinks he sees a man masturbating.

After three seconds weekender realises that the man is actually masturbating but by this point weekender is so far into the tunnel that it's all or nothing.

weekender continues his pleasant cycle commute, trying to ignore the man.

Right at the moment weekender passes the man, the man ejaculates into the canal[4]

weekender thinks about stopping and wondering what the fuck just happened, but decides against it.

weekender sees some geese going in the opposite direction, and wonders if they were hungry.

weekender starts thinking about pension quotes again.

 1. I'd like to say I was thinking about masturbating women, but I was thinking about a particular pension quote I had to to later on that day, which is now earlier today and in the past so fuck knows if I'm keeping up with tenses here.
 2. This isn't a euphemism, this is actually happening.  Keep up.
 3. It's a dark tunnel which I enter from the light, so for the first second or so my eyes go a bit blurry.  Also, the pathway is quite wide so the risk of collision is fairly small.  Not like Ashted Tunnel.  FUCK YOU, ASHTED TUNNEL, I HATE YOU SO MUCH.
 4. Also, partially onto the railings.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 12, 2015, 07:39:29 pm
On a Lancashire council estate, an ice-cream man with flecks of spittle in the corner of his mouth and a dirty bandage on his wrist, serves disappointing cornets and blue movies to the local muggers and sex offenders. The van's chime is 'Poker Face.'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on March 12, 2015, 08:50:29 pm
BBC publish guest list at Steve Strange's funeral

(http://news.bbcimg.co.uk/media/images/81588000/jpg/_81588644_funeral2.jpg)

Human leuge couldn't make it because of flu.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on March 12, 2015, 09:02:33 pm
seriously you ugly av fuck if the Pet Shop Boys came to your funeral 1. they'd be the only ones there 2. you'd come back to life to check it was actually happening
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Eggs on March 12, 2015, 09:06:28 pm
BBC publish guest list at Steve Strange's funeral

(http://news.bbcimg.co.uk/media/images/81588000/jpg/_81588644_funeral2.jpg)

Human leuge couldn't make it because of flu.

(http://news.bbcimg.co.uk/media/images/81600000/jpg/_81600113_boy.jpg)

And the cunt on the right letting Boy George do all the lifting while he forces one out . A disgrace.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 12, 2015, 09:09:52 pm
He ain't heavy, he's my...


...fuck this- he's heavy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 12, 2015, 09:11:26 pm
Nice of them to let that tablecloth wearing dementia patient attend the funeral.

But Martin Kemp aside, that priest did well to get an invite too.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on March 12, 2015, 09:13:08 pm
I want it to be known that this is a new low and i'd karma bomb the lot of you if i had a script and available karma
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on March 12, 2015, 09:20:46 pm
I hope we get some of Prachett's funeral too fucking SHIT BOOKS FOR CUNTS WHO CAN'T READ
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on March 12, 2015, 09:37:50 pm
A morbidly obese call centre team leader lives in a pterodactyl-themed maisonette.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 12, 2015, 09:50:12 pm
A maisonette-themed pterodactyl lives in the hollowed out carcass of a morbidly obese call centre team leader.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on March 12, 2015, 09:55:54 pm
A Gary stands at the back of a long queue in a chip shop and sighs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on March 12, 2015, 10:05:45 pm
A tear runs down an infant pomeranian's cheek as it realises it will soon become a spice burger.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on March 13, 2015, 10:26:05 am
Given 3 months to live, a man spends a Saturday doing cable management in his computer room.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 13, 2015, 11:11:42 am
An office introvert, his pockets and wallet already utterly depleted by Comic Relief, spots yet another set of zany-attired middle managers entering the double doors into his workspace.

He gets up.

He sneaks to the sanctuary of a toilet and sits in a cubicle until the danger has passed.

He goes back to his desk and shares his experience on a Comedy Forum.

He curses Lenny Henry.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Goodsoup on March 13, 2015, 03:07:38 pm
A 51 year old actuary from Swindon visits Bristol for the first time and gets so excited he sends postcards to all of his friends and family. He sends no postcards.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on March 13, 2015, 03:24:10 pm
Inspired by the writings of George Orwell, a young socialist-minded student takes a trip to Wigan to see the pier firsthand.

He spends the night in Wetherspoons being ignored.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 13, 2015, 05:47:03 pm
A fat nerdy man walks past a burnt down chip shop. A scrawny, jobless bastard with a neck tattoo and missing fingers makes that 'fat man trombone noise' as he walks past. A bunch of schoolkids in a bus point and laugh. The two men are brothers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on March 13, 2015, 05:50:54 pm
Two men sitting outside a pub ironically wolf whistle when a man in excessively tight pants runs past.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on March 14, 2015, 12:39:02 am
This happened today. Did a runny shit and skid marks are left on the inside of the lav. Furious brushing with bog brush to clean lav resulted in splashback of shitty water going into eye and up nose. Violent puking ensues. Only the last part of this post is desolate. The rest is hilarious.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: holyzombiejesus on March 14, 2015, 01:55:22 am
A lonely man is walking down the street when he hears two women laughing and shouting oi gorgeous. He turns round. Not you you stupid ugly cunt.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on March 14, 2015, 02:22:35 am
A 64 year old grandfather puts on Portland Bill to watch with his young grandson, just like he did with his own son back in the 80s. As the whimsical acoustic theme tune begins, he feels his heart swell with proud nostalgia and starts to sing along gently.

The horrified boy calls him "gay" and bounds out the room to further terrorise the living fuck out of the old man's frail, half blind and lampshade wearing Collie, which spends every last minute of its miserable dwindling existence longing to be shot.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on March 14, 2015, 10:48:50 am
A cup of piss is placed on a windowsill and ignored for the next 4 years.

A retarded woman makes a single Fray Bentos pie for Xmas dinner. Everyone gets a quarter each.  She serves it with Farmfoods frozen mashed potato.  Total cost £1.48.

A teenager throws his only jacket onto a bonfire for a dare.  No one is impressed.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on March 14, 2015, 10:57:19 am
'You need some artificial tears,' declares the broken shopkeeper's ophthalmologist.

'I really don't,' croaks back the grocerial custodian.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 14, 2015, 10:58:30 am
A doctor reveals to his patient that she is "A spastic".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 14, 2015, 11:07:52 am
A fuck-ugly binman parks his truck in a layby near Milton Keynes, and coils out a violent shit in a ditch in front of some rambling midgets.

Two middle-class siblings fight over a Red Nose on Comic Relief day. On the TV in the background, a montage of starving Africans with flies on their eyes is playing, set to a Snow Patrol song.

A cross-eyed lunatic asylum inmate watches Peak Practice with the volume down, whilst frantically rubbing her feral vagina with a headless He-Man figure.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on March 14, 2015, 12:58:34 pm
A doctor reveals to his patient that she is "A spastic".

While doing a mong face.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on March 14, 2015, 01:00:34 pm
An overweight office clerk who lives on pot noodles and take-aways hasn't had a solid shit in over a decade. It never once crosses his mind that this isn't normal.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on March 14, 2015, 01:08:06 pm
A woman receives a 'home made' joint birthday and mothers day card, an envelope with a folded post it note in.  Her birthday is in September.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 14, 2015, 01:24:49 pm
A man tells his mother, wife and young daughter that he 'Doesn't believe in any of that Mother's Day shit,' then immediately goes back to playing FIFA 15 against a disabled Croatian teenager.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on March 14, 2015, 07:31:58 pm
The silent-as-space vacuum of dead air that stains the nation's soul as a Saturday Night Takeaway live link to Bristol takes 11.25 seconds to connect
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 14, 2015, 08:37:07 pm
Les Dennis, tired, naked and puffy-eyed, sits on a stool staring at his own reflection for what seems like forever. He shouts 'You Bastard!!' at the haggard man staring back at him, then throws an empty budgie cage into the mirror. It doesn't break.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on March 14, 2015, 11:39:20 pm
Les Dennis changes his name by deed poll to Les Dennis, but with French accent
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on March 14, 2015, 11:45:17 pm
^becoming a French fire engine
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on March 15, 2015, 01:03:34 am
Feeling low on my way to work. Spot a dog tied by its leash to a post outside a corner shop. We make eye contact with our lonely, sad eyes. My face brightens up with a slight half smile. The dog throws up and shits itself immediately.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: zomgmouse on March 15, 2015, 01:25:35 am
A wet moth in a near-empty tub of peanut butter.

Shitting at 3am when the lightbulb fizzles out and you're left to wipe yourself in the dark and you drop the roll in the toilet bowl.

A small tear in a medieval manuscript that you've made while cutting your ingrown toenail.

Juggling two deflated balloons on a Tuesday evening.

One grey thigh hair.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Big Jack McBastard on March 15, 2015, 03:52:09 am
A ruddy, angry, craggy-faced scowling 30 something scrote in a blue Adidas tracksuit pushes a pram at high velocity by a dangerous road in a run down towncentre, the remainder of his young family (who he clearly regrets but cannot bring himself to drown... yet) follow in tow, he snarls his face at the world and his fell gaze passes over you.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Birdie on March 15, 2015, 06:23:09 am
A hair in a place where a hair has never sprouted before.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 15, 2015, 07:27:52 am
A grandad makes his 6 year old grandson carry some wet bricks from one part of the garden to another part of the garden. He is rewarded with a lunch consisting of a stale ham sandwich and flat Um Bongo, then treated to a slideshow of moth-damaged photographs taken during joyless 1970s Christmasses. Nearly everyone in the photos is now either dead or in prison.

A young man cursed with early hair loss is told by a pretty brunette she'd probably go out with him 'if he wasn't bald.' Later that day, he is told that bald is sexy - by his cataract-afflicted gran.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on March 15, 2015, 10:56:26 am
I thought um-bongo was always flat
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on March 15, 2015, 03:12:25 pm
A vested man with tattooed gammon hams for arms gyrates by a Heineken can graveyard to an Ibiza Club album, diluting an otherwise glorious summer's day as it farts out from a tinny speakers in a dogshit-strewn Millenium Community Garden.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on March 15, 2015, 06:56:26 pm
A disgusting old bastard with a ridiculous tufty neck beard endures shit flecked microwave lasagne and a horrendous colon infection after anally administering his one and only pepper shaker.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 15, 2015, 07:09:38 pm
A golf caddy reverses over a turd.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Old Nehamkin on March 15, 2015, 11:58:01 pm
In the toilet of a train somewhere between Gourock and Port Glasgow a man of indeterminate age and origin takes advantage of SPT's free wifi service to edit the "catchphrases" subsection of the Chuckle Brothers Wikipedia page.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 16, 2015, 07:59:53 am
A foggy Tuesday morning at the fag-end of the 1960s. A wheezing, hunchbacked old man has one last look at the condemned ruins of the Victorian slum where he spent his whole life. Some dirty-faced kids play with a dead cat and an old bicycle wheel on a pile of rubble. For them, it doesn't get any better than this.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on March 16, 2015, 08:48:50 am
A rainy grey Monday morning in London in the year 2015. A stupid moth emerges from it's cocoon and is fooled by the intensity of grey gloomy murk and assumes that it's actually night time, or at least dusk. It flaps it's wings and wibbles about in the air before being swiftly plucked from the sky by an ill tempered and over worked robin.

A lovely old dog (golden retriever), pride of the family, friendliest mutt you'll ever meet, spends 10 minutes eating a bit of it's own 2 week old shit.

A man wipes the condensation off the inside of a bus window on a rainy grey Monday morning commute in an attempt to ward off a feeling of increasing claustrophobic anxiety, he looks at his sleeve now covered in what he can only assume is someone else's effluvia.

A swan breaks some twats arm.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on March 16, 2015, 12:09:08 pm
BBC publish guest list at Steve Strange's funeral

(http://news.bbcimg.co.uk/media/images/81588000/jpg/_81588644_funeral2.jpg)

Why is Gemma obrian invited twice?  I think we should be told.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on March 16, 2015, 12:19:29 pm
"so yeah, it's a gameshow with hypnotism, loads of online stuff, Scofe's agreed to it if he gets an exec producer credit" said the 24 year old ITV producer to the assembled executives as the rain lashed at the windows.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on March 16, 2015, 12:26:18 pm
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mxVo5mjK4eg
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: zomgmouse on March 16, 2015, 12:57:01 pm
The down slipping out of your pillow tuft by tuft until there's only three left, spread unevenly inside.

A layer of mustard-smelling grime on the underside of your water-bottle lid.

The fish has gone again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 16, 2015, 02:14:26 pm
An ogre-faced twerp stares from a greasy bus window at a gaggle of pretty young students, cruelly reminding him of the futility of life - Especially his own.

A foster-child gets collective snot rubbed on his Parka by his classmates. He goes home and his disgusted dad wallops him repeatedly with his belt - without even taking it off.

A bastard craps into a borrowed baseball cap outside a bookies, whilst giving the V's-up to some elderly Parishioners.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on March 16, 2015, 07:34:25 pm
An amateur pervert is goaded by a nonce to shit into a bra and wear it while being roughly buggered by a second,  balding nonce.

In a busy Selkirk chippy,  a pre op tranny orders a saveloy and chips and is told he will have to wait on the chips being cooked. He misses the start of Eastenders.

On his way to the 9th floor,  Michael Portillo fondles the collapsed buttocks of a pliant,  phimotic lift attendant.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 16, 2015, 08:12:19 pm
An absolute shambles of a man still religiously keeps going to support his local football team, despite it not being enjoyable since 1996, not to mention a total waste of money. His friends feel the same way, but they all agree that it at least provides a weekly sanctuary from their cold, joyless marriages.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on March 16, 2015, 11:06:08 pm
A woman discovers that 1990s TV film No Child of Mine is now available on Youtube.  She has been trying to get hold of a song from the film for the last eighteen years, and finally has the chance.

She has to watch the film again to identify the song.  Ngh.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: CaptainSchpunklewiff on March 17, 2015, 12:05:49 am
A pensioner looks down at what gets him through his lonely days; cod, chips and mushy peas from his local fish and chip shop. A single pubic hair protrudes from the pot of peas. The man shrugs and laps the pube up. A tear rolls down his cheek.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on March 17, 2015, 09:19:05 pm
Standing alone at a Wetherspoons bar a prolific nobody is called "a chimp fingered cock watcher" by a bull necked divorcee.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on March 17, 2015, 09:21:07 pm
A sniggering twenty-something tries to order a 'ladyboy' in Wetherspoons but stumbles at the 'small Baileys' because of his attempts to stop himself from bursting into hysterical laughter.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ZoyzaSorris on March 17, 2015, 10:10:02 pm
A decaying fibre optic nest of barren scalped failures collectively snatch a moment's glimpse of self-actualisation when their ponker-flecked mewlings are snapped up for a best selling toilet book.


Seriously, this is gold. Surely enough material for CaBs first book in this lot.

Listen, if you don't do it, Random House will, you shits.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 17, 2015, 10:59:50 pm
A stork delivers a baby in a tesco carrier bag.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on March 17, 2015, 11:12:22 pm
A child living a life free of struggle and hardship feels cheated, his one true want just out of reach: "to do a poo at Paul's like on the advert, mum"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: shiftwork2 on March 17, 2015, 11:39:04 pm
Still we have to redress the balance here; it's all single, lonely blokes on this thread.  The most desolate are those that are trapped.

A married man visits the toy section of the local department store with his two kids, 4 and 7.  He can stand his wife no longer, she hates him just as much.  He buys them the most expensive toys he can find knowing that he can deduct the gifts from the legal settlement.  He has a wry smile while he pays for the Lego Death Star.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on March 18, 2015, 08:59:22 am
"No sign of a zeitgeist busting reunion tour, Trevor"
"Wetherspoons, Simon?"
"Yeh, its gone midday and the curry club is on"

(https://trevandsimon.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/trev-and-simon-sept-20071.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on March 18, 2015, 09:27:33 am
A dental assistant laughs at the peanut stumped teeth of a locally feted lollipop woman.

A Jack Russell savages a shoebox full of baby hamsters to the soundtrack of screaming and The One Show.

On his 18th birthday,  a Prader Willi sufferer is noisily ejected and barred from a Blackpool branch of China Buffet King.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 18, 2015, 11:07:16 am
A three-legged Pug frantically tries to dry hump a snot-encrusted teddy bear in a filthy kitchen. It's hilarious, failed attempts are filmed by it's junkie owner on a stolen Iphone, then uploaded onto Youtube in grainy, upside down Shit-Vision, set to an unfathomable Tina Turner song, and their hideous, phlegmy cackles.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on March 18, 2015, 09:01:11 pm
An uneaten cheese straw at a wedding reception. It will be buried in landfill for time immemorial.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on March 18, 2015, 09:31:58 pm
Hypothermic tramp is saved by the warming manna of a drunkard's kidney litter.

50 year old woman looks at her genitals in the mirror and cries.

Man featured in local paper for never missing an episode of Coronation Street in half a century.

Child spots a hedgehog during his morning walk to school, he rushes to it in excitement but finds a fat rat stuffed with hypodermic drug needles, its pierced lungs wheezes out its last breath like an aids-filled bagpipes. It shits itself before death.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bobby Treetops on March 18, 2015, 09:43:11 pm
A man is slumped against a wall, pissing on the carpet outside the gents in the Wood Green Cineworld, he stumbles away leaving a wet patch for a minimum wage employee to clean up.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 18, 2015, 10:06:08 pm
A crusty Welshman exchanges a bag of wizz for a grubby blowjob, delivered with zero lustre by a snaggle-toothed crone in a damp static caravan near Rhyl.

Snooker legend and Prog Rock fan Steve Davis manages to lose two separate Rich Teas in one cup of tea. 'Oh well' he thinks, and downs the sludgy beige mess in one go.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on March 18, 2015, 11:35:13 pm
A cretin from Dingwall from does a Usian Bolt 'stance' after seeing a black man outside Greggs.

Struggling to meet a copy deadline,  a councillor struggles to think up a paragraph of positivity about Wakefield.

A woman smokes 20 fags a day for 53 years without ever actually enjoying a single one.  Self pity consumes her final days in the hospice.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on March 19, 2015, 01:40:18 am
Drunk on the hubris that his girlfriend did not pop a single zit while giving him a love bite necklace.  Young Malcolm tries to convince the driver of a milk float that he is suffering from Ebola.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shaky on March 19, 2015, 01:55:54 am
A pensioner looks down at what gets him through his lonely days; cod, chips and mushy peas from his local fish and chip shop. A single pubic hair protrudes from the pot of peas. The man shrugs and laps the pube up. A tear rolls down his cheek.

Cod, Chips, Pube and Peas is a delicacy in some countries. Don't knock it 'til you've tried it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Buttress on March 19, 2015, 08:04:40 am
An 19 year old lad eyeballs his last shot. His body is found in a friend's garage the next morning. He is still warm, and possibly alive. But on their way to the hospital the car runs its last jot. Fuel tank ruptures after a night of heavy rifling, the sheer heat of the engine ignites the whole thing almost immediately.

The car chassis is found some 30 meters from the crash, a charred metal cage with some skeletons stuck to it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on March 19, 2015, 08:47:29 am
Plagued by infestations of one sort or another. A London tenant drowns a bucket full of maggots in cold water. He watches in despair after 15 minutes they COME ALIVE...a turbulent frothing venting forth a fell wind.

Those very same maggots are found infesting his broken body by a kindly neighbour from up North.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on March 19, 2015, 10:20:01 am
An obsessive hoarder comes home to find his entire music collection has been burgled from top to bottom, apart from one solitary cassette single lying on a dust caked shelf. It's 'Sexuality' by Billy Bragg.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on March 19, 2015, 12:11:53 pm
Once a trendy young cad, Darren from Leeds is ridiculed  by his 20 year old son and all his mates when he says The Happy Mondays were good.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 19, 2015, 12:53:56 pm
A Premier League footballer sexts one of his girlfriends whilst driving slowly past a busy foodbank in his brand new Lamborghini.

A married couple argue over the way the husband loads the dish washer. She bitches about it to her 793 Facebook friends - he spends 9 successive nights in the huffy bed.

A dad in a baseball cap swills out his stepson's potty over some blossoming daffodils in a National Trust car park where they'd stopped for a smoke.

A dickhead of a man and his 3 mates fart into their cupped hands and make his spastic brother inhale the massive eggy reek, for a laugh.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on March 19, 2015, 01:52:07 pm
Jeremy Clarkson sobs to himself in his hotel room over how he could never tell anyone how punching that producer stopped the universe from being destroyed.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on March 19, 2015, 03:12:42 pm
A security guard attempts suicide due to the David Icke forum being down, as it is the only place he has ever felt comfortable attempting human interaction. He survives, and becomes famous due to the pathetic attempt being caught on camera. His newfound celebrity status leads to him being on a charity edition of Deal or No Deal, where he wins 1p which - after a very heated argument with Noel Edmonds where they almost come to blows - he announces will be donated to UKIP. Later, he receives a very passive aggressive birthday card from Nigel Farage - the only birthday card he gets - which he tries to use to slit his wrists. After failing, he smears the card with ketchup and starts to eat it, only taking breaks between bites to sing happy birthday to himself while staring into a mirror. Somehow, all of this is caught on camera as well, and no one is surprised by any of it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on March 19, 2015, 09:06:59 pm
Happened today

Man, mid-30s with heavy eye makeup dressed in black, stinking and holding up a queue in Sainsbury's Local. He's stammering and irritated as the cashier fumbles with some paper...he has no shopping.

Eventually the cashier passes the man a piece of paper - "Here you go, sorry about the confusion, your 14 points have been added to your Nectar account".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 19, 2015, 11:49:01 pm
A council worker bulldozes the last remaining hedgerow in Dorset.

It will be burgers soon.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Eggs on March 20, 2015, 12:19:36 am
(http://i61.tinypic.com/2i762io.jpg)

She knows.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on March 20, 2015, 08:31:27 am
A violent halfwit tells a stranger that the eclipse is for 'pakis and poofters'.

To the delight of a pram faced munter,  a beshitted tramp 'walks like an egyptian' outside a 80's night in Maryport.

An obese beanbag of a woman tilts her head back and drinks the yellow grease from a container that recently housed an extra large chicken donner and chips with cheese.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 20, 2015, 11:07:49 am
A hairy-arsed gypsy shouts 'Yer dirty old feckers!' whilst pulling a moonie at some war veterans on Rememberance Sunday.

A fed-up mother tries to placate her young kids with some Poundland-bought films, many of them featuring Steven Guttenberg. The kids see through the cheapness, and trash the living room in a pique of Smartie-fuelled mayhem.

During a student fancy dress night, a black Peter Sutcliffe and a fat Keith Lemon trade blows over a spilt bottle of WKD Blue.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on March 20, 2015, 11:53:05 am
Sean Lennon complains to his therapist about how no one cares about Sean Lennon. She reminds him about mindfulness, then asks for his dad's autograph.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on March 20, 2015, 12:21:50 pm
An uninspired sad sack listlessly gawps at Loose Women and ends up having a confused and furious hatewank over the partially exposed pillowy cleavage of a cackling bigot.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 20, 2015, 12:31:27 pm
During a 1980s R.E. lesson, a spiky-haired waster draws a big hairy cock and balls over a picture of the last supper, with the spunk dollops flying right onto Jesus. He laughs his tits off, then smokes a dirty old rizla whilst pulling a Joey Deacon face at the teacher.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 21, 2015, 12:36:11 pm
A slob celebrates his hate-fuelled divorce by sitting on lonely bench on a hot summer's day in 1994, watching the hourly train go past. It never stops. His only friends are a dog turd and a disabled pigeon. He's now too hideous and bloated to ever attract another mate, unless money is exchanged first.

- In the background, an attractive young couple throw a Frisbee for their beagle, then have a giggly kiss under a tree.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on March 21, 2015, 12:44:15 pm
The beagle offers a smirk to the bulbous divorcee, 'enjoy my shit, loser' it thinks in its dog language.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on March 21, 2015, 02:41:16 pm
A 30 something with only a couple of friends declines a short notice invite to the pub because he'd rather stay in and have that massive wank he's been looking forward to since tea.

He tells his friend he's "tired."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on March 21, 2015, 02:46:54 pm
2am, a Wednesday: a Michael Ryan fan roams Hungerford via Google Street View. His dog watches, bored.

A student's social anxiety prevents them from getting a kebab.

The dead parent random memory jog.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: phes on March 21, 2015, 03:01:57 pm
"No sign of a zeitgeist busting reunion tour, Trevor"
"Wetherspoons, Simon?"
"Yeh, its gone midday and the curry club is on"

(https://trevandsimon.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/trev-and-simon-sept-20071.jpg)

I wont stoop to negging you but i'm not having this one at all. A pint of ale and a curry at midday with Trevor and Simon sounds layx, man.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on March 21, 2015, 03:04:14 pm
A grown man pretends to be "in St Helens" to stop his mother from realising he is actually having sex, and not in St Helens.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Phil_A on March 21, 2015, 05:24:59 pm
A real one I saw on facebook this morning:

Quote
Some friends and I once walked past the back of the New Brighton Theatre on the prom on the way to the pub. It was late January and bitterly cold. As we passed the theatre we heard the crescendo of music marking the finale of a panto followed by an embarrassingly small round of applause. Later, on our way back, the stage door opend and Blakey (the star of the pant) slipped out carrying a plastic Tesco's bag. We watched him trudge back towards his digs, shoulders slumped.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 21, 2015, 10:37:42 pm
During a school trip to an art gallery, a bored dunce brands LS Lowry's 'Coming From The Mill' as 'well gay' and a load of 'fucking shit,' then dry-slaps another pupil around the ear, for a laugh.

A 32yr old quasi-hipster bops around his bedsit to some early Kaiser Chiefs, occasionally flicking the big light on and off for a 'disco' effect. That night, as always, he sleeps alone.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on March 21, 2015, 10:42:48 pm
A lonesome 50-something has spent weeks practicing his favourite song to perfection since he started playing guitar. He takes himself and the guitar to a local open mic night full of hope.

He spends the night sat in the corner, cradling his guitar case with anticipation. No one notices.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 21, 2015, 10:56:18 pm
A real-life Superhans devises a sophisticated system of mirrors and pulleys in his toilet, for the purpose of babestation-inspired Chezolagnia.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on March 21, 2015, 11:09:24 pm
(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BrFGFzzIQAE-hbr.png:large)


(http://weknowmemes.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/my-little-pony-fleshlight.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on March 21, 2015, 11:11:12 pm
(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BrFGFzzIQAE-hbr.png:large)


(http://weknowmemes.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/my-little-pony-fleshlight.jpg)

Two world wars were fought so we could enjoy such freedoms as these.

Two.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 21, 2015, 11:19:33 pm
A sensei follows through during a lecture on discipline.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on March 22, 2015, 12:34:37 pm
An alcoholic weeps into oblivion upon the stark realisation that all the Andrex puppies from his childhood adverts are long dead.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 23, 2015, 11:24:00 am
An avid Peak Practice fan misses the final ever episode due to an emergency dental appointment. He is forced to wait until someone uploads it onto Youtube 11 years later, before finally seeing it. He wishes he hadn't fucking bothered, and goes to make a Pot Noodle.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pancake on March 23, 2015, 04:21:31 pm
A man can't think of anything to do.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on March 23, 2015, 07:09:32 pm
53 year old swinger Paul takes his twelve year old Dell laptop to a local computer shop to try and recover a porn film he lost his internet wanking virginity to. The three young men behind the counter laugh at the tameness of his video collection.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on March 23, 2015, 07:26:29 pm
A spider falls out of a lampshade into a luke warm Ainsley Harriott "Cup Soup" and drowns amidst the murky green Shropshire Pea water.

An old lady with a "thing" for Ainsley Harriott slurps down one of his Cup Soups whilst watching an old episode of Ready Steady Cook on youtube, she almost unconsciously rubs herself against a table leg. She doesn't notice the limp body of the spider as it slips down her gullet.

Earlier in the day she'd swallowed a fly, I don't know why.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on March 23, 2015, 07:31:49 pm
(http://weknowmemes.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/my-little-pony-fleshlight.jpg)

Wouldn't, wouldn't, would, would, wouldn't, wouldn't
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pancake on March 23, 2015, 07:37:29 pm
Still we have to redress the balance here; it's all single, lonely blokes on this thread.  The most desolate are those that are trapped.

Too much detail without nuance, too
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: weekender on March 23, 2015, 07:38:41 pm
I found a ladybird in my flat and rather than open the window to give it some freedom I threw it in the toilet and spat on it.

After it had survived the first flush I then pissed and shat on it, in that order.

Cruelty to dumb annoying insects: right or wrong?  If this isn't the idea for a great new thread I don't know what is.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on March 23, 2015, 08:41:18 pm
You disgust me.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on March 23, 2015, 08:46:33 pm
Ladybirds/bugs are shit parents though (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3lVZoerNne0).
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on March 23, 2015, 09:03:44 pm
The smell of patchouli.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 23, 2015, 10:33:28 pm
Wayne Rooney kicks a dog to death.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dex Sawash on March 23, 2015, 10:39:52 pm
A man decides to look for a movie to rent from redbox,  types redtube.com in his browser, on his phone, in a restaurant.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 23, 2015, 10:58:56 pm
An apostle is run over and left for dead by a chariot in 39 AD. He survives the initial impact, but is subsequently bummed to death by a pack of hairy savages.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 23, 2015, 11:11:53 pm
A man is sent five cars people have cum shat and vomited in along with the note 'SORT THIS SHIT OUT'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hangthebuggers on March 23, 2015, 11:14:00 pm
An old man has decided to go out birdwatching for one last time. A cold breeze on his face. 'Binoculars' drawn, peering into the icy white flakes of a late March snow. Looking for a stray tit or black bellied dipper.

Prior to the war, he was a keen ornathologist. He loved a blue-tit as much as a thrush or a cheeky jackdaw. He spent a lot of time alone in the wilds prior to Hitler's bullshit. Just him and his binoculars.... And that bloody man ruined everything.

During the war of course, he was a spotter. His comrades called him Eagle eye, a term later stolen and copyrighted by Americans in the 80's. But that was almost all lost when an unexploded SS mortar shell caught him in the left eye socket.

'You're bloody lucky!' cried Tommy McTomson. As he dodged aside an enemy tank and prepared some tea.

'Baddy heel lad', cried Scotch. 'It cad've hid yer eee ooot'. He was always drunk and carried an axe. Thirteen Germans he killed. Thirteen.

'It did', screamed Eagle Eye. And it had. His left eye naught but a ruined socket. An unexploded SS mortar shell, lodged pitifully in his head.

'You'll be right, lad, s'up with ye?' joked Yorkie. Again another alcoholic.

And we laughed and finished our tea and stormed a couple of beaches. And through thick and thin, we carried on and won the bloody war.


After it was all over. He returned back to Blighty and had the mortar removed. In its place and using the funds of his payout, he had a crude telescope/microscope/periscope installed into the socket, with a multi-faceted lens (hyper-spectral lens) type system. Allowing him, for the first time to not only gaze at wonders afar, but to zoom in on say, a Pelican's beak or an Aberdeen fighting duck's extendable thumb (for example). Or keep an eye out for a cheeky Russian submarine, should he be inclined.



Today he was gazing at something that had caught his eye[1]. A strange type of winter chicken. Frozen, bald, featherless. Headless, beakless. Eyeless.

---

The manager had been called in to work on his fucking first day off in several months.
'What the fuck is going on Janine? I've got a plane to catch to play golf in Pompeii. I said I'd take my son swimming with sharks. I thought you were in charge. Why the fuck is there loads of police outside my store?'

'I'm sorry Boss. I really am. But there's been an incident. A bad one.'

'... Jesus, Mary and Joseph of Nazareth. What type of incident? It can't be that bad'

'....'


The Boss enters the store. Armed police everywhere. The smell of smoke and chaos. Janine emerged from behind the Police line, her face an etch of madness.

'There's an old man in Aisle three. He's trying to free the Chicken drumsticks with his scrawny hands. He's got some bog roll sellotaped to his face and claims he has a mortar bomb. He's got a piece of drainpipe attached to his face and mentioned something about a Russian submarine near the Chicken Kievs. He also mentioned Hitler'.

--

The police later shot the old man (and Janine), but not before the old man laid an egg. Which rolled out of the store an escaped.



 1. Well both of them, the mad eye and the normal eye
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 23, 2015, 11:51:55 pm
'Just skip to the fucking end!'



- Said a Printer Salesman reading Gideons Bible in a 2-Star Travel Tavern.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on March 24, 2015, 08:36:39 am
A 6 month old child is called a 'ginger cunt' by its unemployed step dad.

One half of a delicious cheese,  onion and ham toastie lies forgotten in a Breville. 

A fisherman thinks outside the (tackle) box and begins using live goldfish as bait.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Goodsoup on March 24, 2015, 02:49:39 pm
A man in a suit shouts at his excel spreadsheet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on March 24, 2015, 03:35:45 pm
A young man whose girlfriend recently told him that she's into 'water sports' decides to piss on himself in private  to see if he'll enjoy it. He doesn't enjoy it.



She meant swimming.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pancake on March 24, 2015, 03:46:13 pm
Dragonfang_lady refreshes the browser again, she knows it's futile, no one's posted on her Twilight forum since 2012
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 24, 2015, 06:00:02 pm
An elderly Chinaman smiles for a photo alongside Mickey Mouse at Euro Disney. Seconds later he collapses and dies of a massive coronary. His colostomy bag ruptures in a big kakky splat as he falls to the ground near a shocked Donald Duck. Later that evening, looking for comfort, his family take a look at the final photo - it is out of contrast and obscured by grease.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on March 25, 2015, 04:22:07 pm
'Abandoned mobility scooter'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 25, 2015, 06:32:41 pm
All remaining 1970s TV footage is completely erased, after it becomes apparent that there is a celebrity nonce in literally every shot. The only surviving evidence is the Test Card Girl & Clown - and even that's a bit suspect.

An adult man googles 'Test Card Girl & Clown today' and discovers that the years have not been kind to either of them. He pulls his pants back up.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on March 25, 2015, 06:36:46 pm
A Des O'Conner obsessive tries writes the fifth letter of day four of his campaign to convince Challenge to repeat the complete 1995 series of Take Your Pick. Droplets of his sweat enfuse the letters with his stench.

The whiff of a lonely, angry man's B.O. emanating from an opened envelope puts an intern at a TV company off her tuna sandwich.

A Doctor Who fan is just falling to sleep when it hits him that it's been ten years since  the new Who programmes began. In that time, the Doctor has changed multiple times, been on many exciting adventures, met new people, made new friends, whereas for him, nothing has happened, he is exactly the fucking same. Later, he dreams about a fabulous adventure but doesn't remember any of it when he wakes the next morning.



Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 25, 2015, 06:41:51 pm
It is the morning after the 2015 UK General Election. The Conservatives have secured a majority in the House of Commons.

A member of Cookdandbombd visits the General Election thread to find a single, crowing post from Milverton.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 25, 2015, 07:37:15 pm
A Peadophile wins tickets for 'Noddy On Ice' in a Scope Tombola.

A beaurocrat in baggy tights keeps a picture of facelift-era Barry Manilow in a heart-shaped pendant, instead of her ugly husband and daughter.

A thick-as-fuck litter picker shouts 'Meatloaf!!' at an overweight female bus driver bus in Newport.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on March 25, 2015, 07:50:29 pm
The opening chords to Angels starting up at some newlyweds' first dance, Coventry.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on March 25, 2015, 09:01:21 pm
A dead eyed travelling salesman buys a 10lb pork loin joint, a doll's wedding dress and a second hand cordless drill.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 25, 2015, 09:21:16 pm
A Pearly King & Queen inadvertently trigger The Blitz after attracting the attention of The Luftwaffe during some back alley hows-yer-father.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on March 26, 2015, 08:47:12 am
A product developer for Baxters dreams up The Breakfast Bentos.  The pastry topped sausage,  bacon,  black pudding and bean delicacy is widely mocked and ridiculed.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on March 26, 2015, 08:54:32 am
A product developer for Baxters dreams up The Breakfast Bentos.  The pastry topped sausage,  bacon,  black pudding and bean delicacy is widely mocked and ridiculed.

Six months later Fray Bentos makes the exact same product and goes on to put Baxters out of business.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Birdie on March 26, 2015, 08:57:07 am
The opening chords to Angels starting up at some newlyweds' first dance, Coventry.

?

https://youtu.be/dtG-vPkzxX8?t=22s (https://youtu.be/dtG-vPkzxX8?t=22s)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on March 26, 2015, 09:00:31 am
Six months later Fray Bentos makes the exact same product and goes on to put Baxters out of business.

Pssst,  its Baxters that make Fray Bentos pies in the first place.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on March 26, 2015, 09:03:26 am
Oh, well.. errr... it's the Desolation thread: Fray Bentos is an independent and powerful food company.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on March 26, 2015, 09:07:54 am
'Abandoned mobility scooter'

The adventures of 'Abandoned mobility scooter'

- Out the back of a run down service station in the Trossacks
- In a Wigan skip
- Close to the approaching winter tide on Tynemouth Longsands
- In the inmates property compound at Garforth super-prison

EDIT (With thanks to P. Calf)

Credits Roll, soppy but cheery piano music

...

...

Director - Ricky Gervais
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pancake on March 26, 2015, 11:32:18 am
Florence, 70, of Broadstairs watches it get dark from the armchair in her bay window, again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on March 26, 2015, 11:34:21 am
The opening chords to Angels starting up at some newlyweds' first dance, Coventry.

The opening chords to Angels starting up at the newlyweds' funeral after their honeymoon static caravan became mobile in County Mayo.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on March 26, 2015, 12:43:46 pm
The opening chords to Angel by Shaggy starting up as the new king walks down Westminster Abbey, about to be crowned.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on March 26, 2015, 03:27:03 pm
Shaggy whistling the opening chords to Angels (Williams/Chambers) as he strolls back to his sister's pad after indulging in his hobby of crashing young, dead couples' funerals.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on March 26, 2015, 04:10:13 pm
A pilot crashes his plane into a mountain killing 140 or so passengers, many of which are children.

It is later revealed that police were investigating several images discovered on his home PC appearing to show Bungle and Geoffrey in compromising sexual activities with Rod, Jane and Freddy.

A couple of days later, the German police issue a statement saying they had already dismissed the investigation as the images were more chucklesome than illegal.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on March 26, 2015, 04:32:40 pm
An overweight, balding single man in his 50s browses the toiletries section. Weeping silently, he selects a bottle of gunk 'Recommended by David Beckham"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 26, 2015, 06:42:21 pm
A Cricket Historian listens to Simon & Garkfunkle's 'Sound of Silence' whilst driving past all the locations he was bullied as a child.

A young college girl in Doc Martens, Parka and Ramones T-Shirt, with no appreciation of music, popular culture, or indeed anything prior to her first S Club 7 single in 2003.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 26, 2015, 06:49:39 pm
Britain's most recent millionaire is asked for his food order at a restaurant.

He replies: "I think I'll have the.....FUCCCCCKKKINNNN EVERYTTHHHHIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGG AHAHAHAHAHAHAA AHAHAHAAHAHAHAAH *looking directly into the eyes of the waiter* AHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: jenna appleseed on March 26, 2015, 06:54:37 pm
Syd Little eagerly awaits his copy of Stamp Collector monthly to arrive in the post, only to be crushed by the discovery that's he's been passed over by the establishment for a Comedy Greats stamp in favour of Lenny Henry.
Would've meant sharing it with Eddie, but it would've made it all worthwhile having something to prove to people he was still a somebody, up there with The Two Ronnies & French & Saunders. The phone rings - he can't bring himself to answer it *knowing* it'll be yet another bullying/gloating call from him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Ten Cents on March 27, 2015, 06:08:23 am
A borderline-retarded pug coughs up a half chewed glans from a custom order Hulk Hogan dildo (amidst an amorphous mass containing expired dog food, cheap lager and three potato chips) right on to a pair of stolen bowling alley shoes worn by an art student with stupid hair. They are the only shoes he owns.

Meanwhile, a 45 year old woman with alopecia and strange squint ponders what happened to her favourite toy, "Sidewinder". Her mind quickly moves to her marriage with her husband who has no erectile problems whatsoever, but will not have sex with her.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on March 27, 2015, 08:47:28 am
A fat slug of a woman gets a bus 60 yards.  She wheezes and sweats as she gets off,  heading straight for the chip shop, the smell of grease and vinegar acting as a beacon.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 27, 2015, 08:50:30 am
A young man who has achieved little in his life observes a woman thirty years into a career in the care sector to be a fat slug, and memorises it for later posting on a culturally moribund UK comedy forum.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on March 27, 2015, 08:54:53 am
A sad 9 year old girl referees a low quality snooker match between her distant father and distance-staring older brother, in the family double garage. Father strings out a nasal exhalation when she re-spots the yellow on the green spot, before going ghostly silent when she attempts to make light of her error with a cutesy lil giggle.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 27, 2015, 09:04:57 am
A youth in a reverse baseball cap and Marty McFly pumps (in 2015), blaps his elderly grandmother as she sleeps in her care home bed. He updates his Twitter account with '#nanablaps lol' and laughs his tiny stupid cock off.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on March 27, 2015, 09:56:15 am
A youth in a reverse baseball cap and Marty McFly pumps (in 2015), blaps his elderly grandmother as she sleeps in her care home bed. He updates his Twitter account with '#nanablaps lol' and laughs his tiny stupid cock off.

A youth feels a sense of being an outsider and time passing by too fast, even on a UK comedy forum, when he realises he has no idea what "blaps" means.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on March 27, 2015, 09:59:20 am
what is blaps?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on March 27, 2015, 10:25:47 am
It's divorcee night at Flairz in Lytham St Annes.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dex Sawash on March 27, 2015, 10:30:43 am
Bless you piss flaps.

Blaps
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 27, 2015, 10:48:47 am
I wouldn't recommend performing a Google Image search of blaps, especially in the workplace.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 27, 2015, 12:43:31 pm
A Reddit subscriber fails the 'No-Fap' challenge on Day 1 after spotting his grandmother's bra strap through her top.

A Betamax Enthusiast writes 'Whore' on a mirror underneath his own reflection, before torturing a moth with a lighter. It will be the first of many.

A Kooks fan with Sideshow Bob hair, cries at an indie disco after seeing his unrequited Oneitis girl go off with a Maroon 5 fan, who will shag her once, ignore her texts, then discard her like yesterday's Jam.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on March 27, 2015, 06:43:00 pm
"DRIVER, STOP, MAUDE'S MUDDLED 'ERSELF," crows a miserable old bag just moments after Metcalfe's Mystery Tours coach sets pulls onto a listless A road, destination: Bridlington.




Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on March 27, 2015, 06:59:50 pm
1am. Taunton. A pervert has a crushing moment of clarity while sifting through a creche's nappie bin for the good stuff.

An irredeemably unattractive middle-aged man makes a clumsy and unsuccessful pass at a young cashier in Lloyds. He goes home and starts writing threatening letters to Prince William.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 27, 2015, 08:04:32 pm
A bunch of scruffy, impoverished, 1960s urchins fight for pennies in a Salford gutter, thrown by a passing George Best from his Jaguar E-Type. A few minutes later, Bobby Charlton also drives past, but yells at them to get out the fucking way.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 29, 2015, 11:01:43 am
A selfish cat coils out a massive, messy shit on a paisley rug, forcing it's 91 year old owner to get down on her ancient, arthritic knees, and scrub the offending horror out, until her massive, bony knuckles and little sparrow-heart can barely take it anymore.

Later that day, she struggles to penetrate the protective wrapper of an Iceland Chicken Korma, using her late husband's diabetes needle.

The chicken korma is out of date, and looks and smells exactly like the cat shit. She eats it anyway.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on March 29, 2015, 12:08:46 pm
Two disturbed brothers play cricket, using their sister's hamster as a makeshift ball.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on March 29, 2015, 02:14:01 pm
Gok Wan sells yoghurt on tv.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on March 29, 2015, 06:07:01 pm
Somebody sending you images of 'blue waffles disease' on Facebook messenger for a laugh.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on March 29, 2015, 08:21:41 pm
A middle aged woman cries herself to sleep on the sofa again following another blazing argument with her boyfriend.

This is her boyfriend.
(http://cdn.dealsdirect.net/m/products/578/80578/10/product5_80578_600x600.jpg?file=The+Boyfriend+Pillow+60+x+48+x10cm)

http://www.dealsdirect.com.au/the-boyfriend-pillow-60-48-x10cm-1/
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on March 29, 2015, 08:45:10 pm
A police detective attempts to solve a murder by farting on the crime scene.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 29, 2015, 08:50:37 pm
A chav couple from Eastbourne name their newborn twins Dappy and Thor.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on March 29, 2015, 09:14:36 pm
An Ipswich sandwich artist begins to regret posting "Batman seeks cat woman" on a local dating website.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on March 29, 2015, 09:25:48 pm
A ginger haired man is delighted at the first signs of baldness.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: shiftwork2 on March 29, 2015, 09:37:48 pm
Do you remember that Timothy Spall radio ad for British Gas's 'free family swim' from a couple of years ago. Well, a free family swim.  Actually all Timothy Spall radio ads for British Gas fucking boiler insurance or whatever it was.  Suck the life out of the nation mate while you get your cheque.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on March 29, 2015, 10:41:06 pm
Dear Mr Windross

Thank you for your "Crumble the Hippo," range of healthy puddings for children, submissions. Although interesting, unfortunately we are not looking to supplement our existing ranges with

The rejection letter was torn up at this point before Windross's rage then lust then rageful lust turned to the happy, lipstick-wearing stuffed hippo toy he'd commisioned a local knitter to knit him up. Soon he would attempt to spoonfeed the drenched hippo a tasty bowl of cinnamon and kale crunch wangers
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on March 30, 2015, 01:21:11 am
An overweight 24-year-old who works as a janitor at a children's arcade is hit and killed by a passing minivan after having gotten out of his own vehicle to retrieve the roadkill carcass of a deer in order to have sex with it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on March 30, 2015, 01:41:44 am
Middle aged bald fan of the Texas Chainsaw film series, dresses up as titular character on a drizzly depressed afternoon, has to pop to the corner shop for a glass of milk and is beaten to death by a lairy group of 8 year olds.

Bald middle aged man draws his curtains on a bright afternoon, shutting out the sunlight, as he prepares to masturbate, full mast. A few strong beams of light sear through the gaps in the curtains and he can see how dusty the air is. His cock goes floppy.

Man with a bald head and 40 years to his name hangs himself, no-one notices until the smell seeps under his door. His neighbour of 14 years notices the smell as she's walking past with a friend. "Urggh, what's that smell?" "Think its coming from your neighbour's, smells like hes died." "Nah, he smells like that usually, the stinking cunt." "Ha-ha-ha. Yeah."

After 72 hours of labour, an expectant mother strains and struggles to push, she can see her baby emerging, she pushes and pushes until its fully born. She starts crying instantly. She sees her baby, its a middle aged bald man, her screams ring throughout the hospital, as the little baby adorns the miserable face it wear and grow used to for the rest of its sad, bald, middle aged life.

A 7 year old dog with alopecia starts whimpering for food, its 1 hour too early though, it stares at its own with its sad eyes. The owner is fixated on Countdown, wondering when Richard Whiteley is coming back. He hears dull thumping as he sees the dog menacingly squeezing shit out of its arse onto the carpet. Nick Hewer does his nonsensical sign off for Countdown, as the owner of the dog bludgeons himself to death with the TV Times.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hank Venture on March 30, 2015, 06:46:52 am
The summer intern in charge of the snack cart in the liposuction ward fleeces an obese man for all of his unemployment benefits selling him crisps. The obese man gains weight during his stay and dies of heart failure, the intern goes to university and uses the money to buy lots of date rape drugs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 30, 2015, 09:48:40 pm
A man with Caligula hair masturbates solemnly over a Nazi History book, whilst gently caressing his hairy, gelatinous moobs with a broken afro comb.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 30, 2015, 11:56:55 pm
A potter from Bamberg carefully applies a label to his latest completed jar of spit.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 31, 2015, 12:17:23 am
(https://fbcdn-photos-c-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xta1/v/t1.0-0/11115601_10153282035311042_6466028729196383621_n.jpg?efg=eyJpIjoidCJ9&oh=c375471d377e60826f2953be0d169227&oe=55B89CA5&__gda__=1433789928_47894061e432accf2070de5a6173a9e1)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: non capisco on March 31, 2015, 12:19:23 am
38 year old regional Toys R Us assistant manager Pat Turley is on a park bench enjoying the schadenfraude of a puffed up male pigeon persevering in vain with several female pigeons. "Ahaha...flew off, you prick. Does not want to know. Give it up, mate. Oh wait, no. He's trying it on with this one. She's just seen you with that other one, she's not an idiot. Yep, walking off, look. What are you doing, you dickhead? Following her. You're weak. WEAK. Look what you look like all puffed up. She could not give a tin shit. Ridiculous. Stop walking in front of her. If it was going to have happened it would have happened by now, dickhead. That's right, love, ignore him. Is this pigeon bothering you, miss? Ahahaha. Fucking hell, mate, take a hint. You're undesirable. Not even a pigeon will fuck you."

Two hours later, dusk. Two pigeons begin to mate before Pat Turley suddenly and viciously kicks the male in the pond. He begins the six mile walk home, snarling "No-one is getting laid tonight."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 31, 2015, 12:23:43 am
Stan Bowles invents the bacon wank
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on March 31, 2015, 10:51:21 am
(http://news.bbcimg.co.uk/media/images/82005000/jpg/_82005974_lord'sfathertimedown.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on March 31, 2015, 09:51:50 pm
A faded skidmark in a toilet u-bend is the only surviving reminder of recently-deceased war veteran Albert. He was the nicest, kindest old man you could ever wish to meet, but he had no family, and most of his friends died thanks to Adolf. A meals on wheels delivery driver and a blind former Rabbi are the only attendees at his cremation.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on March 31, 2015, 10:30:16 pm
On a severely overpacked and delayed Friday night train at dickhead o'clock, a coked up, rat faced 38 year old letting agent with more gel than hair on his scalp loudly declares Jeremy Clarkson to be a "fucking legend" and in no uncertain terms offers the option of physical violence to any opposing view.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on April 01, 2015, 12:08:48 am
A Chuckle Brother dies first.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on April 01, 2015, 12:35:30 am
...while the other one screams in the back, about to join him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on April 01, 2015, 03:32:00 am
His face said "I want to die".  His hat said "Happy birthday!"

(http://i58.tinypic.com/jt3uys.png)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: DukeDeMondo on April 01, 2015, 03:33:48 am
(http://i58.tinypic.com/jt3uys.png)

That smoke did fuck Jon Snow up good and proper, right enough.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 01, 2015, 05:20:07 pm
A fat man in a tiny sports car gives himself a blowjob with a car-vac at a grimy Esso garage in Carlisle. The suction runs out just as he reaches the vinegar strokes.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on April 01, 2015, 05:24:49 pm
A Chuckle Brother dies first.

while the other one vainly tries to break the cockpit door.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on April 01, 2015, 11:40:43 pm
An obese karaoke queen has a heart attack during a rendition of The Day The Music Died.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on April 01, 2015, 11:45:10 pm
An obese karaoke king sings the same love song every week whilst giving the young barmaid the eye. Afterwards he wanks to the thought of her in his crusty old flat before falling asleep in front of re-runs of Bonzai.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Banlon on April 01, 2015, 11:51:25 pm
His face said "I want to die".  His hat said "Happy birthday!"

(http://i58.tinypic.com/jt3uys.png)
Overhill ?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on April 02, 2015, 12:03:00 am
A John Nettles fan kicks the wing mirror off a Fiesta at lunch.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on April 02, 2015, 12:09:59 am
After losing at Candy Crush,  again,  a trainee butcher smashes a severed pigs head in with a hammer.

A pensioner spits in a horses face.

A recent divorcee kicks his ex wife's retarded labrador square in the arsehole.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on April 02, 2015, 01:38:57 pm
Barry Hearn snorts coke off a bollard while checking to see if anyone's looking.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MuteBanana on April 02, 2015, 01:42:42 pm
Lunch. One small sliced onion. Boiled in water & half a teaspoon of Marmite.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on April 02, 2015, 02:06:29 pm
Kind hearted financier who is ashamed of his profession and resents his parents for pushing into the career is drenched with thick red paint by dreadlocked protesters, he carries on without a flinch or flicker of emotion. Like a slaughtered animal, he leaves a trail of red throughout the firm's lobby, he drips red in the elevator in an atmosphere of snooty silence, he sits at his desk, perfectly static and drips everywhere. He looks across his desk at his paper spike and he lashes back his head and swings it onto the metal nail. As people notice, there are slight murmurs before someone shouts "We've got another one, get the wheelbarrow-" as they notice the impaled man still spasming "-and my heavy boots", the man with a spike in his forehead holds onto his dying final moments of consciousness, and just before the man's stamp descends upon his head, he hears the plucky new guy arrive with his plastic milk crate of stuff saying "Ha, what a pussy, breaking necks and stacking cheques, bitches" and his last thought flies through his head as one side of his skull meets the other - "Thanks mum and dad."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pancake on April 02, 2015, 04:16:11 pm
A yellow discounted price sticker is applied to a tub of coleslaw
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 02, 2015, 04:43:31 pm
A shy lad shits himself on a shuggy boat during a school trip at a theme park, whilst sat next to the girl he fancies. His classmates mock him mercilessly all the way home and label him Paul da Poo. He is ridiculed all through his remaining school years and grows up into an angry, reclusive virgin who stares at buses and tortures spiders.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on April 02, 2015, 04:54:47 pm
A small dog's head comes off on a crowded bouncy castle at a birthday party.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on April 02, 2015, 05:59:57 pm
A shy lad shits himself on a shuggy boat during a school trip at a theme park, whilst sat next to the girl he fancies. His classmates mock him mercilessly all the way home and label him Paul da Poo. He is ridiculed all through his remaining school years and grows up into an angry, reclusive virgin who stares at buses and tortures spiders.


...before finding his spiritual home on a bald man's comedy forum in a thread entitled "Desolation".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on April 02, 2015, 06:07:01 pm
At a charity gala, a property tycoon unveils a frieze of his wife being footed by his golf caddy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on April 02, 2015, 06:44:07 pm
The smell of his ex girlfriends perfume sends an emotionally crippled man into fits of tears on a central line tube at rush hour. People try to move away but they can't.

Spit as lubricant.

A beautiful sunny fresh spring day is happening, he hasn't opened his curtains for 6 months, the glow of the laptop is enough.

On their 29th wedding anniversary a couple celebrate by spending the entire day ignoring each other.

Phil has a moment of crises after passing what looks exactly like a scaled up wotsit. He then remembers the 4 packs of tangy cheese doritos he polished off when he stumbled in from the pub last night. After the initial relief he's taken over by feelings of overwhelming melancholia. He heads off to the pub.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 02, 2015, 11:50:50 pm
A loving husband walks into his living room on Father's Day to be confronted by the sight of his wife and two daughters engrossed in their respective Iphones. The faint hue of the screens beaming back on their blank, numb faces like a disturbed image from some futuristic dystopian nightmare. Except it's happening, right here, right now. 'Morning' he says - nobody replies. He makes his own breakfast, he goes up to the spare room and has a wank over a picture of Barbara Windsor, now.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on April 03, 2015, 12:19:11 am
A sozzled and elderly Phil Cool gurns playfully at a five year old girl with pink bunny ears in a South Thanet pub. Police arrive at the scene within five minutes.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on April 03, 2015, 01:17:40 am
A man's feet hurts as he walks along the pebbles of a crap beach.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on April 03, 2015, 02:13:13 am
Hopeful writer gets rejection letter, told the book about "domestic issues" isn't what they are looking for, but the short story about the paranormal drug dealing rapist is promising, as its the direction they've been looking to go into, for some time.

Young man gets large Aztec tattoo on his leg.

Man does magic tricks he's taught himself at a party as a replacement for a personality.

Man tells shit jokes at a party as a replacement for a personality.

Man wears a mankini at a party as a replacement for a personality.

Man has a private breakdown at a party, confessing to another lonely soul that he has no personality, during his sobbing he reveals that he also had his nipples pierced, all sympathy is lost and he's incinerated out of mercy.

House is fumigated. A family of birds are trapped in the attic and their excruciating calls signal their last moments. The family finds out years later when they go up to the attic to find a tramp in a gas mask chewing on dead birds.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on April 03, 2015, 09:49:11 am
A deer watches a farmhand pissing on a nettle.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 03, 2015, 02:30:19 pm
A middle-aged woman returns home early from work to find her husband stood naked in front of a mirror miming to Kaiser Chiefs.

An old man who doesn't even need to take laxatives, deliberately takes extra-strong laxatives, forcing his Nigerian carer to wipe his arse much more than is really necessary. It's the nearest either of them gets to sexual intercourse these days.

The man who played Gonch in Grange Hill has a disappointing Toby Carvery on a shit Tuesday.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on April 03, 2015, 07:05:48 pm
Darren's Fray Bentos flips off the oven tray and goes all over the floor.

Of the kennel.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Phil_A on April 03, 2015, 07:50:59 pm
After finally securing half an hour's internet access in a run-down provincial library, a balding 37 year old phimosis victim posts a slightly fictionalised version of an incident from his own life in a discussion thread on a once popular internet forum. As his allocated time ticks away, he waits with breathless anticipation for what has become the only form of validation he ever receives.

No karma.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: weekender on April 03, 2015, 08:39:29 pm
weekender finally gets around to Googling what phimosis is, then wishes he hadn't bothered.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on April 03, 2015, 09:50:30 pm
Clive sits at a one legged table in a service station, its a quiet early morning. He sips on a styrofoam cup of tea and burns his tongue. A group of teenagers walk past and mumble something to themselves whilst looking indiscreetly at Clive - "[inaudible noun] wanker" - he didn't catch the first word. He restrains the feelings of perplexity, annoyance and misery from washing over his face as he watches their vulture-necked giggling. He decides to cut his stop short. He throws his tea in a nearby bin, but the lid falls off. The contents spill onto the floor and onto his trousers. He puts on a brave face and smiles faintly as people walk past, watching him mopping up the brown puddle with tiny napkin after tiny napkin, it didn't seem to be doing much. He dabs himself, but it looks like he's pissed himself. He finishes cleaning up the mess on the floor, and a lone man walks past and says, without stopping,  "You've missed a bit" then laughs to himself, before shouting "and it looks like you've pissed yourself", a brief pause before muttering under his breath,"wanker." Clive walks back to his car, on his way to a 4-day work conference on Child Poverty in the Third World, ran by a multinational as a PR exercise. He sticks his keys into the ignition, and a young enthusiastic radio presenter's voice fills his ears. Only 250 miles more to Grimsby.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on April 03, 2015, 10:59:30 pm
A timid nonce decides to sport a neckerchief to a gaybar.  He is subjected to ridicule from a pre-op tranny with a homemade camel toe.

A budding alcoholic wakes up in a piss soaked bed,  stumbles into the depressed kitchen and finds the uneaten chips and curry sauce from the night before.  He tips it out as one gelatinous whole,  slices it like a terrine and puts it onto buttered rolls.

A middle class bitch has a panic attack when she visits Lidl for the first time.  Never again,  she mutters as she shakily drives into a Waitrose car park.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 03, 2015, 11:38:44 pm
A non-league footballer terrifies his stepdaughter by holding a dead shrew up to her face, before volleying it full pelt into the side of a burnt out telephone box.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on April 04, 2015, 02:26:07 am
A 10 year old wide boy goads an effeminate classmate into shitting onto a swing for disabled kids.

Two teenagers on magic mushrooms piss themselves laughing at an uncoordinated, autistic loner playing lawn bowls,  by himself. Over the stillness of the park, he hears their every word,  it destroys him.

A man treats his nephew to a Kinder Surprise every week and always delights in surreptitiously stealing one piece of the toy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 04, 2015, 10:56:36 am
A pair of awkward, giggly young sisters mime nervously to a Transition Vamp song in front of an assembled crowd of parents, distant aunts and grandparents, in 1989. A power cut halts proceedings halfway through. 'Thank fuck for that' mumbles their elderly, racist, soon-to-be-dead grandad - just loud enough to be heard by the now-inconsolable siblings.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on April 04, 2015, 02:52:29 pm
A cuckolded and thoroughly cunted wholesaler from Nuneaton loses his balance in the toilet and finds his hands covered in a putrid semi-coagulated piss slime. The soap dispenser delivers a dollop of pink sticky gunk to his palm. There is no water. There is never any water. Welcome to Southern trains.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on April 05, 2015, 12:50:20 am
New episode of My Little Pony airs. 24 hours later there are over a dozen pages of explicit porn dedicated to this episode on R34. An aging man displaying the first signs of male pattern baldness hungrily masturbates to pictures of a brightly coloured cartoon horse getting rimmed.

Then he logs on to Cookdandbombd to tell his internet friends about it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on April 05, 2015, 07:59:48 pm
More from my dads now deceased 106 year old aunt.

My mum went to the funeral last week. The crematorium saw only 6 mourners. My mum, my sister, my mums college friend who is a missionary nun and just visiting from Africa (biopsy), Stuart, the aunts son, his cousin and a carer from the home where she died. Stuart's brother Granville did not make the journey from Australia to Huddersfield. "Well, there's no point in visiting the dead if he didn't want to visit the living" was Stuart's acerbic observation.

Anyway, apparently whilst she was in the home for nigh on the last decade, Stuart has been spending 2 nights a week at her home keeping it tidy. The boiler broke last year so he bought an electric heater and brings a flask of hot water for washing and tea. The weeks before she died, he was at the house full time sorting through papers. After her death he returned to his bungalow  near Skipton to find the neighbours had built a large conservatory and his once fine view is now a brick wall.

My mum suggested he gets himself to the library to learn about computers and he could try and transfer his old films onto digital. "I've got more urgent things to keep me busy, Maureen"... Presumably the conservatory wall and broken boiler.

A cold wind blows through my soul.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on April 05, 2015, 09:12:59 pm
A man with terrible stage fright desperately tries to hold in a massive poo in a pubic toilet while an endless procession of people visit the trap next door noisily enjoy dropping their own faecal payloads.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on April 05, 2015, 10:13:23 pm
That strange feeling of inadequacy when you hear the resounding solid splash in the cubicle next to you and contrasting it with your own pitiful squibs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on April 06, 2015, 01:06:32 am
A middle-aged man sits down to his Christmas dinner: a McDonald's happy meal served on a plate in his cold, empty house. He arranges the chips in the shape of a Christmas tree. The accompanying My Little Pony toy sits beside him, his only present.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on April 06, 2015, 02:02:49 am
A autistic man with no direction in life is cajoled into 'learning computers'.

A fragile schizophrenic huffs a bag of petrol in a Timpsons doorway.

A non entity wakes up and checks his Facebook.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on April 06, 2015, 03:24:13 am
Your dog turns down the opportunity to lick smothered food off of your testicles.

You reminisce about the good old days of your dog licking smothered food off of your testicles.

Making jokes about dogs licking smothered food off of their owner's testicles at 3am.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on April 06, 2015, 11:10:20 am
A suicide encouragement company makes it into the FTSE 100 for the first time. During the Panorama investigaion into the way the organisation works everyone involved in the programme buys into the propaganda and kills themself, donating all their money and possesions to the cause. Except that is for Alan Yentob who goes on to be the first human to live to 150.

A middle aged woman volunteering for an event at her teenaged son's school has to overhear a long laughter filled conversation from girls in her son's class sitting at a nearby table about how his penis "looks like a wotsit". She now knows who the father is, almost seventeen years too late.

A man in his late 20s unashamedly asks his younger colleagues whether cancer can ever be contagious. They pretend not to know as a joke. No one involved gets any satisfaction from this though, or from anything ever again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on April 06, 2015, 12:06:19 pm
After her death he returned to his bungalow  near Skipton to find the neighbours had built a large conservatory and his once fine view is now a brick wall.

Possibly he could consult the council about this.  Either that or torch it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Rocket Surgery on April 06, 2015, 12:29:09 pm
Heading out to the all-night offie at 5am having conceded defeat in a frustrating grapple with anxiety-related insomnia, a relatively new CaB poster spots a smashed-up Easter egg in the gutter right next to an upturned tricycle and resolves to mention it in the Desolation thread, but instead gets spannered on Polish lager and forgets about it until seven hours later.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: zomgmouse on April 06, 2015, 12:48:49 pm
celebrating wearing shorts

http://www.cookdandbombd.co.uk/forums/index.php/topic,47319.0.html
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 06, 2015, 02:45:30 pm
An 8 year old boy beats up his first hooker on Grand Theft Auto. He grows up into a fat misogynist bully with a heart murmur.

The last ever thing a rabbit sees are badly-calibrated  Xenon headlights bearing down on it, from the front of an ancient Vauxhall Corsa. It is Easter Sunday.

A drunken Rotherham woman emits a phlegmy cackle after standing up to have a piss in an Oxfam doorway on a busy Saturday afternoon.

A modern-day Alf Garnett witnesses a gay wedding in Brixton and says 'Oh I fucking give up.'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Jamie Oliver is fat on April 06, 2015, 03:33:30 pm
A pale fat man in his fifties sunbathes on a cold, sunny spring day. In the distance, 20 year old renault clios with loud exhausts can be heard driving too fast on a 30mph road, people with entirely straight faces light barbecues, someone writes about it on the internet

This is spring 2015
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: zomgmouse on April 07, 2015, 03:54:43 am
Chipping a tooth on a cling-wrap ball.

Diving into the sea, landing exactly nose-first on a jellyfish, only it's not a jellyfish, it's a discarded condom, only it stings just as much.

Someone points out you've had jam on your tits for weeks.

Crisps that aren't crisp.

Losing your Monday mornings to an osteopath who always cancels.

Bandana sale.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on April 07, 2015, 09:57:49 am
An aging man with chronic impotence gets a tattoo of an erect penis on his flaccid penis to try and inspire it. It works, but when expanded the tattoo looks like a David Cronenberg monster which scares the man so he becomes flaccid again. This continues ad infinitum, while his wife gets a tattoo of Ouroboros on her hip just to annoy him.

A soldier who can't take being told what to do goes all Vincent D'Onofrio in Full Metal Jacket, but due to his ineptitude nobody dies. Instead the bullet meant for himself goes out the window and kills the last red squirrel in the world.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on April 07, 2015, 10:27:08 am
Bandana Sale is a new level of desolation.

I don't know which is worse:

Bandana Sale - Croydon mid-November, cold and drizzly
Bandana Sale - Porto Novo, Mid-June 2015, hot and humid
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on April 07, 2015, 10:33:31 am
A tired man sits on a partially melted fragment of Easter Egg in mid-November at London Paddington before perusing a shop selling discounted bandanas. He buys a Hulk Hogan endorsed one and uses it to wipe the ruddy brown stain from his beige slacks.

A tired man sits on a partially melted slab of cacao outside King Toffa's Palace in mid-June before perusing a shop selling discounted bandana. He buys a Romuald Hazoumè endorsed one and uses it to wipe the ruddy brown stain from his garish bermuda shorts.

Years later, the two tired, bandana'd men confront each other in Paris Charles de Gaulle after some confusion at a Leonidas chocolate shop. Tired man 1 is beaten unconscious by tired man 2 with a 90% dark chocolate 1kg bar. Both men end up stained and in custody.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 07, 2015, 10:37:45 am
A baby gorilla in a nappy shivers in the dark corner of a crap Zoo. An audience of toddlers and mentally ill people point and laugh at it.

A widow asks her son Martin, 43, when he's going to start bringing girls round. He's too engrossed in a Wrestling video to reply.

The most exciting thing to happen all week for Call Centre worker Jeff is the wrong call-type being routed briefly into his department. After a while, the fault is fixed by a boring man in overalls and the tedium of his life is resumed. 'Something to tell the grandkids' he chuckles to himself.  There will be no grandkids.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on April 07, 2015, 01:21:17 pm
A dripping Dr L Ridderson persuades Mrs Calfbridge that women's left nipples can be used as a direct listening portal to the heart.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 07, 2015, 02:23:34 pm
On an unbearably hot Salisbury day, a man with Professor Weeto hair eats some bad sushi prior to an important job interview, and craps himself silly beneath a faded Michael Macintyre tour poster, with nary a handkerchief in sight.

A wide boy congratulates an elderly war veteran on his Swag, then does a 'Braaaap' pistol stance at his adoptive mother. He is 31.

A young Tesco Express employee loses his baseball cap whilst running for a bus, exposing his gnarled, stupid, bald, scabby head to a gaggle of pretty college girls. The bus pulls out of the station in a cloud of acrid fumes. He will never know what it's like to ejaculate inside another human being.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on April 07, 2015, 02:56:00 pm
Man hears wife belittle his unsuccessful dreams as "silly little hobby that is embarrassing for a 40 year old man, I love him but you know", Bill finally organises a trip to the dump for his collection of novelty karaoke dildos, he sobs at the wheel of his car as he hears a 12" rubber tube vibrate to the tune of 'Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat', the flashing lights make his crying head giggle, but that only creates a contrast of emotion that causes him to start wailing. Deborah stands at the living room window, watching staunchly, she's finally broke him, she sets her mind next to his horde of vintage cookery butt plugs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on April 07, 2015, 04:51:40 pm
A smirking pig faced arsehole films his girlfriend accidentally defecating as she painfully gives birth to the first of many thoroughly doomed children. He puts it on youtube later the same day and spends the rest of his life genuinely believing he is an excellent human being.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on April 07, 2015, 04:55:39 pm
An academic young lad opens his GCSE results in front of his anxious but excited family.

It just says "SHIT."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Goodsoup on April 07, 2015, 06:21:24 pm
A deaf woman receives an innovative new type of cochlear implant, allowing her to hear her husband and children for the first time. She removes the implant 24 hours later.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on April 07, 2015, 06:34:09 pm
A blind wife sits unaware on her sofa listening and laughing at something Ian Hislop said on Have I Got News For You, as her husband silently sexually abuses his son whilst pretending to be talking about school, the husband ejaculates as Timmy calmly tells him about the cloak rooms being re-arranged, the wife can smell the cum and sweat and fear and lust but says nothing, they're never invited back on to goggle box.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on April 07, 2015, 06:51:59 pm
A forty-two-year-old woman in a wheelchair - its back weighed down by boxes of cat food - propels herself slowly along the pavement.  Her eight-year-old daughter saunters along slightly behind her, annoyed that she wasn't allowed to stay in the pet shop playing with her schoolfriend.  Finally she speaks.

'I can't wait until Hollyoaks.'

(I told her at the time that anyone passing would have thought it was bleak.  She disagreed.)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on April 07, 2015, 07:04:57 pm
A hen weekend in Blackpool reaches critical mass as The Hen pisses herself in a queue for chips.  It is 3pm

A hedgehog is drop kicked into a slurry pit by a snaggle toothed benefits cheat.

A man spends all his giro on scratchcards.  He is elated to win £20 from one.  He spends it in Farmfoods on frozen doner kebabs and Monster Munch.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 07, 2015, 08:37:24 pm
A man, around 34 years of age, revisits a nightclub he frequented in his youth, and soon realises that the odds of hearing Blur's 'Parklife' and James' 'Sit Down' are very, very remote indeed.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: jenna appleseed on April 07, 2015, 11:17:06 pm
A person on the autistic spectrum gets their favouritest song in the whole world played on an internet radio station via a facebook request - them and the dj are the only people listening.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 08, 2015, 09:12:13 am
A Welshman has a heart attack in a Premier Inn during a Four Nations game. His friends crowd round to help him, shouting 'We're not going to let you die, Gwyndaf, we're not going to let you die!'

He dies.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on April 08, 2015, 06:03:26 pm
An hairy Flid loses his Wanking Attachment and is caught while repurposing a Selfie Stick.

A family of incestuous Hillbillies from Dumfries treat a day out in Glasgow as an annual holiday. On the train,  in both directions,  they indulge in cocktail sausages and weak lager.

An undercooked boiled egg is peeled and served to a Harwich councillor on holiday in Gretna. It ruins his weekend.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MuteBanana on April 08, 2015, 11:58:54 pm
For the first time in 6 days tonight I cooked myself some dinner. Landlady has just gone through with air freshener as if I've done a shit on the carpet.

She cooks up huge pots of curry and leaves it on the hob for days so that it stinks up the entire house. I cook some potatoes and fish and I've done a terrible thing.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: paolozzi on April 09, 2015, 06:55:45 am
A married man has a wank in the garage after he sees his son's girlfriend coming out the bathroom in a towel.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on April 09, 2015, 01:20:24 pm
A crepe fanatic throws a bowl of batter through the open door of a busy family restaurant on pancake day. When he gets home his wife has left him, taking everything with her except the thick bottomed frying pan.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: amnesiac on April 09, 2015, 01:27:09 pm
A man in his late 50s composes an SMS to his estranged lesbian daughter, he ends the text with a colon and a close parenthesis after seeing someone do it on Coronation Street. His mobile network operator charge him £450 + VAT as it is qualifies as an MMS. Unable and unwilling to pay the charge he kills himself by drinking Tesco value bleach.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MuteBanana on April 09, 2015, 01:29:22 pm
It wasn't air freshener. It was fly spray. She's just told me about all the flies she keeps noticing. Probably all the food she leaves about the kitchen and the fact she keeps going out and leaving the back door open. Funny that because keeping the back door shut at all times was one of her main rules when she moved in.

Edit - I know I'm doing this thread wrong.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on April 09, 2015, 02:26:53 pm
A man in his late 50s composes an SMS to his estranged lesbian daughter, he ends the text with a colon and a close parenthesis after seeing someone do it on Coronation Street. His mobile network operator charge him £450 + VAT as it is qualifies as an MMS. Unable and unwilling to pay the charge he kills himself by drinking Tesco value bleach that he bought from the dodgy corner shop for 56 quid.

Mr Patel, the owner of the dodgy corner shop spends the 56 quid on a live sex cam featuring the dead man's daughter and a Hungarian dominatrix.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 09, 2015, 03:21:53 pm
Kensington, 1971. A fusty old colonel repeatedly slaps his flaccid penis on the buttocks of a Persian rent boy in his mahogany-clad attic. Neither of them live to see the 1980s.

A woman who believes in animal horoscopes and planetary alignments, treats herself to a Convertible Ford Ka with rust issues, as a substitute for the love of another human being.

Pubic hair, congealed Edam and a piece of faded gammon, blocking the plughole of a Dulwich peadophile.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: zomgmouse on April 10, 2015, 04:09:44 am
(http://i.imgur.com/qiaIohC.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on April 10, 2015, 11:18:19 am
A age-worn and ragged Mystic Meg writhes in ecstasy, off her face on prescription medication, to the Patrick Cowley remix of I Feel Love in a Luton shopping Mall, naked and sweaty.

A 36 year old burger van enthusiast comments "Is that Robert Kilroy-Silk?"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 10, 2015, 07:34:46 pm
A failed science teacher sketches a hideous portait of a married colleague - with much larger breasts than in real life - using a stolen Argos pencil, a snapped crayon, and a Facebook image of her taken 6 years ago - which is also his desktop background (stretched).

Mr Benn's old shop is turned into a Halal Mart, run by an unsmiling proprietor with dead flies in the window.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: shiftwork2 on April 10, 2015, 08:35:40 pm
This thread is still missing out on real desolation. A middle-aged married man resents his wife and kid despite relying utterly on them for his social life, meals and the salary that provides the roof over his head
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on April 10, 2015, 08:37:53 pm
This thread is still missing out on real desolation. A middle-aged married man resents his wife and kid despite relying utterly on them for his social life, meals and the salary that provides the roof over his head

How do you know my dad?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on April 10, 2015, 09:22:37 pm
A diarrhoea-ridden middle-aged pervert of indeterminate gender considers the prospect of watching The Human Centipede II while eating a bowl of Coco Pops.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MuteBanana on April 10, 2015, 10:32:21 pm
Six egg sandwiches in the freezer for the weekend.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dex Sawash on April 11, 2015, 12:06:45 am
an egg sandwich seems vastly superior to the fried eggs and grits I'm having now
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on April 11, 2015, 12:26:56 am
A young man tugs hard through the tears, born in the wrong generation, too late to wed Jan Leeming, too late to experience Margate Lido's prime, too late, all too far late, except those humble vinegar strokes; they come fast and often.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Big Jack McBastard on April 11, 2015, 03:50:45 am
A Chuckle Brother dies after a senseless, ASBO-aggravated, WKD and poppers fuelled assault by a couple of scrotey 17 year old proto-drug dealers. Who set about caving his head in with a metal handled cane stolen from a semi-mobile pensioner at their Post Office.

The remaining Chuckle, dressed in a black tuxedo tracksuit, bashes his clenched fists off the lid of the home-made pine coffin and wails a plaintive cry to the heavens. The camera closes in as he faces up to curse god and we see all the hair up his nose.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Big Jack McBastard on April 11, 2015, 04:53:56 am
A ruddy, snarling cowboy builder roars, spits and blindly ejects a half eaten molten pastie out of his filthy, bald tyred van's passenger window, it lands in a child's pushchair.

His half-witted, acne ridden, 18 year old gyppo 'apprentice' passenger Keith "hur hurr"s showing off his 10 remaining teeth. The Doppler effect takes his laughter as the lava-hot pastie cheese burns the into face of a fully strapped in and already loudly crying child whom the mother has left tied up with the dog while she buys scratchcards.

The dog eventually eats the disfiguring pastry along with a bit of the kids face. It is put down upon discovery. The mother is jailed for neglect, the absent father for owning and abandoning a dangerous dog without paperwork. These are not first convictions.

The now partially faced child is sent to live with her disturbed and increasingly senile grandparents who unwittinly abuse her by overfeeding her and keeping her indoors. She emerges 12 years and 22 stone later on a stolen night out where she meets the now 30 year old cowboy builders apprentice, Keith.

He gets her high on poppers and WKD and they kill a Chuckle Brother together then go home and fuck like pigs. Obviously she has a miscarriage but they try again and get twins who they call Baz and Daz.

Then they grow up and steal your car and shit through your letterbox.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on April 11, 2015, 11:22:04 am
A ruddy, snarling cowboy builder roars, spits and blindly ejects a half eaten molten pastie out of his filthy, bald tyred van's passenger window, it lands in a child's pushchair.

His half-witted, acne ridden, 18 year old gyppo 'apprentice' passenger Keith "hur hurr"s showing off his 10 remaining teeth. The Doppler effect takes his laughter as the lava-hot pastie cheese burns the into face of a fully strapped in and already loudly crying child whom the mother has left tied up with the dog while she buys scratchcards.

The dog eventually eats the disfiguring pastry along with a bit of the kids face. It is put down upon discovery. The mother is jailed for neglect, the absent father for owning and abandoning a dangerous dog without paperwork. These are not first convictions.

The now partially faced child is sent to live with her disturbed and increasingly senile grandparents who unwittinly abuse her by overfeeding her and keeping her indoors. She emerges 12 years and 22 stone later on a stolen night out where she meets the now 30 year old cowboy builders apprentice, Keith.

He gets her high on poppers and WKD and they kill a Chuckle Brother together then go home and fuck like pigs. Obviously she has a miscarriage but they try again and get twins who they call Baz and Daz.

Then they grow up and steal your car and shit through your letterbox.

Beautiful.  When's the film coming out?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on April 11, 2015, 12:23:07 pm
He'd put the tin of stewing steak into his pocket without anyone seeing, well everyone apart from the little girl who was eating some crisps down the end of the aisle. She gave him a puzzling look as he slowly moved away towards the meat deli counter. For the next few minutes he wandered about the supermarket, occasionally hearing what he thought was the little girl talking to her mother. He though he could snatches of the girl saying something like "You get what you pay for".
He decided to pick up a newspaper so it would at least look as if he was buying something. The little girl was now far over the side of the shop, he could just get the paper, go to the self service checkout and be out of there in minutes.

"The Sun or The Star?" he thought to himself as he lurked in front of the newspaper display. Picking up The Sun he started to walk towards the self service checkout past a small promo display of nuts. Unfortunately he didn't notice the empty packet of crisps that had been discarded on the floor.

It all happened in seconds, he stepped on the discarded crisp packet, lost his footing, tripped and fell backwards pulling the small display of nuts with him. He heard various packets of nuts rip apart as some loose peanuts fell into his still gaping mouth. Then he tried to scream as he felt his windpipe start to swell up. Damn his peanut allergy. The last image he saw before he suffocated to death was the sight of the little girl looking down at him and smiling. "Naughty Man gets what's coming to him" she whispered as she carried on eating her packet of dry roasted peanuts.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on April 11, 2015, 02:21:40 pm
A learner driver reverses into a horse, snapping equestrian ankles. As the animal collapses, the third page from a copy of The Sun - torn out for safekeeping, and then lost, by a guilty vicar - drifts along the pavement and onto its face.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on April 11, 2015, 03:11:47 pm
A gang of paedophiles disown one of their longest serving colleagues for admitting he likes a little bit of bush. He cries in the vestry as they conduct the sunday sermon. #shitsatire
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on April 11, 2015, 08:06:24 pm
Her heart sinks as the airport security decide to manually search through her bag. All it contains is a small bag full of cock rings, a pregnancy test and a box of seroquel.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: finnquark on April 11, 2015, 08:16:45 pm
#boyfriendtime #relationshipgoals #labellavita #lovingit
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on April 11, 2015, 08:21:27 pm
A flea-ridden bogey encrusted product of incest stops to tie the shoelaces on her clubfoot for the 14th time in the last 5 minutes. She asks a pedestrian for "fnelf".

A pedestrian informs her that her shoes are fastened by velcro.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on April 11, 2015, 10:39:01 pm
In his elderly parents' bungalow, a naive and siblingless eighteen year old spends two hours getting dressed up to the nines before setting out for last knockings at the local in his tiny market town on an indifferent Monday night in January. Suit, buffed shoes, Brylcreemed hair, the works. They ring the final bell just as he opens the door.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on April 11, 2015, 10:50:02 pm
Kurt Kobain is Dead

Bono isn't
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: non capisco on April 11, 2015, 11:01:29 pm
A Christmas tree glimpsed through a third floor window in June.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on April 11, 2015, 11:39:57 pm
A Christmas Tree shaped tumour glimpsed on an x-ray of inside June.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on April 11, 2015, 11:55:58 pm
A smashed up Christmas Tree glimpsed beside some fly tipping on a b-road in Norfolk on Christmas Eve
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Goodsoup on April 12, 2015, 01:16:52 am
15-year-old aspiring actor Gary tries out for the lead part in his school's play. He fails to get it and is instead cast as a tree. At the final rehearsal, he is the only person that the director shouts out for messing up. Gary resolves to never give up his dream of becoming a professional actor.

45-year-old professional actor Gary, who has just got his first lines in The Bill, tries out for a middling part in his local community's Christmas pantomine, just for a bit of fun. He fails to get it and is instead cast as a Christmas tree. His wife, who has never acted in her life, is cast in the part he auditioned for. His children ask him what the point of his life is.

A man reuses his previous Christmas tree-based desolation scenario in the hope of joining in with the fun and feeling somewhat like he belongs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on April 12, 2015, 01:23:26 am
A man sits in a hotel room alone at a business conference on his birthday and masturbates at the thought of the death of Madeleine McCann on the instruction of a stranger on the internet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Puce Moment on April 12, 2015, 01:26:29 am
A man wearing bespoke tailored young girl's clothes masturbates thinking about a man in a hotel room alone at a business conference on his birthday masturbating at the thought of the death of Madeleine McCann on the instruction of a stranger on the internet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Goodsoup on April 12, 2015, 01:41:47 am
Madeleine McCann's father masturbates while fantasizing about the idea of killing a man wearing bespoke tailored young girl's clothes. Afterwards, he wonders why he wants to wear bespoke tailored young girl's clothes while killing somebody.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on April 12, 2015, 01:47:12 am
A man wearing bespoke tailored young girl's clothes masturbates thinking about a man in a hotel room alone at a business conference on his birthday masturbating at the thought of the death of Madeleine McCann on the instruction of a stranger on the internet.

... were just passing by.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Puce Moment on April 12, 2015, 01:54:19 am
... were just passing by.

That's fucking sick mate. Sickipedia sick.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Goodsoup on April 12, 2015, 01:56:40 am
An almost completely paralyzed man[1] leaves his wife of 25 years for a younger woman.
 1. Stephen Hawking
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on April 12, 2015, 11:06:59 pm
A donkey urinates on a condemned gym mat while adjacent to that a dinnerlady arranges two hundred plastic cups filled with comminuted orange squash.

It is Sports Day.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: finnquark on April 12, 2015, 11:11:26 pm
A tanned 21 year old, just back from her year abroad in Palermo, orders an Americana in Pizza Express with a flamboyant hand gesture and a passable Sicilian accent.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: paolozzi on April 12, 2015, 11:44:45 pm
A hungry cat tries to get into the kitchen but her owner has been lying dead against the inside of the door for three days.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on April 12, 2015, 11:57:10 pm
"So I just stopped off and bought some cigarettes from the corner shop" "Don't you mean you went into a corner shop and bought some cigarettes?" "That's what I said" "No, you said from the corner shop, like it was a person" "What?" You said from the corner shop, like it was a sentient being, like the actual corner shop served you, as if the literal building had the wherewithal and capability to sell you some cigarettes" "Now I don't feel bad about lying to you about the pub, you fucking twat" The pedantic man walked home alone, past the corner shop from the opposite side of the road, he saw a man and a woman smoking outside, one of them said "Just going to get some more fags from the corner shop" "OH FOR FUCKS SAKE, DON'T YOU MEAN GO INTO THE CORNER SHOP? DON'T YOU MEAN HOMOSEXUALS?" They ignored him, he carried on walking, before throwing himself into a bus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: zomgmouse on April 13, 2015, 03:53:43 am
A couple, in their late thirties or early forties, on the tram. Both looking at their phones. He looks up at her. She looks down at her phone. He looks down at his phone. He looks up at her. He touches her leg. She looks down at her phone. He looks down at his phone. They chew gum.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on April 13, 2015, 07:44:54 am
A hungry cat tries to get into the kitchen but her owner has been lying dead against the inside of the door for three days.

There is always a happy ending in dead owner-hungry cat situations, you know.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 13, 2015, 09:43:50 am
A child with a nervous facial tic witnesses the frantic death throes of a weasel trapped in a Poundland Carrier Bag in a ditch in Swindon. Eventually, the thrashing stops.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on April 13, 2015, 03:45:28 pm
Doing some washing up. Its a sunny day, so I open the backdoor in the kitchen, to ventilate the smell of dirty pots and pans. As I lose all sense of time and space and life, as I slowly and meditatively scrub a frying pan, one way then another, I feel something cold slide into my body. I turn to see a woman sticking a knife in my side. A stranger who had snuck in through the back door ajar and had taken advantage of my absent mind and a freshly cleaned knife. I hadn't rinsed it or dried it probably, so the washing-up soap acted as a lubricant, the metal poking then popping the skin, easing in slowly. She stared at me, I just laughed, and told her "Thanks, now you're going to have to do the washing up", I handed her the marigolds and slumped to the floor. I handed her back the knife and told her to put it in the dirty pile. She murmured something about none of the washed stuff being washed properly, then I died.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on April 13, 2015, 04:10:30 pm
Sitting in the thin walled office room he fought to convince his wife was necessary, Ohio born Mark Burg photoshops Hilary Clinton's face onto a selection of images in his 'sensual bushes' folder for the purpose of a politically motivated hate-wank. He lasts for three quarters of an hour before giving up and returning to bed, his all too knowing wife laying in pretend sleep beside him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 13, 2015, 05:33:40 pm
A chav man throws a McDonald's bag of rubbish and a used condom from the window of his heavily modified twunt-mobile. It bounces off a dead badger and lands on a war memorial. The reverb of his fart-can exhaust is audible for a further 56 seconds, until the raw silence of the night returns.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: finnquark on April 13, 2015, 09:44:04 pm
(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CCf_jMQW0AASlST.jpg:large)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on April 13, 2015, 11:11:03 pm
It is an arbitrary moment in the future. The world ends and ultimately nothing mattered. Somewhere in the past a man buys the autobiography 'Fan Dabi Dozi - The Krankies'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 14, 2015, 09:51:49 am
A Wedding reception in Rochdale, 1989. 'The Locomotion' blasts out at atom-shattering levels from some ancient speakers. A toddler cries over a burst balloon. A man with a perm and crap 'tache gropes a total swamp-donkey. And there's Uncle Dickhead, in his cream slip-ons, dreylons and pastel shirt,  dancing in the way that only 57yr old borderline peadophiles can.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MuteBanana on April 14, 2015, 10:10:09 am
When you plan stuff around landlady's work shifts stuck to the kitchen notice board and then she doesn't follow it.

Balls.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on April 15, 2015, 09:27:56 am
Upon learning her son has cerebral palsy, a young mother stammers tearfully that the consultant is "just a hater".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 15, 2015, 10:48:58 am
A young man with long hair and a baldie crown, spends his entire 3 years at University  locked in his sweaty Campus room, fapping to Buffy The Vampire Slayer pictures , whilst everyone else is out having, quite simply,  a much better time.

A twiglet of a man rolls Slazenger deodorant over his bellend to rid himself of it's pilchard wiff, minutes before going on his first ever date.

A Post-Graduate working in a Basingstoke Call Centre is told by his 17yr old supervisor that his toilet breaks are too long.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on April 15, 2015, 06:58:41 pm
It's the end of the over, a sunny afternoon and relaxed atmosphere at a cricket match in Antigua.

Then the PA starts up

"Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you..."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 15, 2015, 08:27:29 pm
A retired plasterer on a kidney dialysis machine reading a book on Rwandan genocide, whilst his wife - whom he hates - plays Snake on an old Nokia with a short battery life.

An elderly clown puking into his big shoe after exchanging blowjobs for Rizlas in a Sussex layby.

A hippo with a limp getting savaged to death by hungry lions in front of his own family. They don't even eat him.

A man with a wife and daughter, wearing an 'I Love Clunge' t-shirt whilst walking through Melton Mowbray on a Tuesday.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on April 16, 2015, 02:03:06 pm
A Scarborough man with locked-in syndrome gazes through his bedroom window and watches his only view of the sea slowly but surely become almost completely obscured with enormous splats of seagull shit. His heart sinks as he realises it will take him several days to ask his new carer if he can have it cleaned off.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on April 16, 2015, 06:26:39 pm
An awkward, pleasant but chronically bullied 13 year old does a poo on his geography teacher's desk, in a misguided and desperate attempt to gain acceptance among his cruel classmates. It doesn't work.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 16, 2015, 06:41:10 pm
An old man with no family or friends, stands in a cornershop flicking through the lads' mags, whilst a cluster of bluebottles buzz round the moist bumcrack of his cheap nylon slacks.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on April 17, 2015, 12:54:10 pm
A lonely 34-yr old man on his first day as a mature student lies to an attractive young girl on his course that he's actually 21. She sees through it and he spends the next three years being laughed at by giggly young women and acquires the unwanted nicknames 'that freak' and 'paedo'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on April 17, 2015, 01:20:21 pm
A spazzy cat with a gammy eye falls off a shed roof after being startled by a low flying pigeon.

A grubby mutt laps up his owners dropped and burst colostomy bag and loves it.

A thick fox spends an hour trying to somehow open a small green recycling bin expecting some grub, after finally pushing it off the curb it opens spilling it's contents. Nappies full of shit. The fox slinks off disheartened into the gloom.

A dozy bee flies into a bus causing uproar, it gets splatted against the window with a rolled up copy of the metro. It's smeared remains don't get cleaned off for a week.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MuteBanana on April 17, 2015, 01:36:46 pm
My cunt Dad just turned up. Got the landlady to let him in. I go down and told him to fuck off. Said don't you fucking dare even start to talk to me. He said okay that's fine.

FUCKING SHAKING I AM FUMING

FUCK HE doesnt even have the courtesy to wait outside. Why? Because he thinks I won't make a scene inside. Thats how he works. He also brought his son with him. Why? Because he thinks I wouldnt be rude or I'd be blackmailed into talkign to him. what a fucking prick. I told him to fuck off right in front of his kid. Fuck off with your emotional blackmail stunts you cunt fuck

He even fucking knew my landlady not by her full name but by her shortened version which only people who know her call her. That means hes been talking to someone, probably my equally cuntish brother to get info.

I apologised for swearing what with big Jesus up on the mantelpiece and told her never let him into this house again. Not allowed. Now I am fucking stressing out. What a cunt. Now I know that he has my address and has the fuckign nerve to come to my door.. Now I'm always waiting, always going to be on edge,. Always waiting for him to show up angry, high, drunk, emotional, whatever. Thanks a fucking bunch you tosser
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 17, 2015, 01:45:50 pm
A lacklustre man, about 36,  rifles through a bin at work to find the empty Microwaveable Lasagne container that his fit, engaged 19yr old female colleague put in there earlier. He retrieves it and puts it in a carrier bag to take home as a sad trophy. He gets in, his wife says 'Did you leave that tea-towel there earlier, you bastard?!' He goes into his shed and does something secret.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on April 17, 2015, 01:47:53 pm
A white van driver crashes into a depressed pensioner immediately after craning his neck out the window and cat-calling at some school girls in Wigan.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on April 17, 2015, 01:57:41 pm
A once aspiring and talented law student, pride of his family, spends the rest of his career working on cases in a small claims court in Swindon.

His family don't speak to him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on April 17, 2015, 07:05:53 pm
On a train to London, a flustered advertising executive sweats and fidgets, consumed by nerves, 30 minutes before a pitch meeting. He has no ideas, and, deprived of cocaine, no source of inspiration. Desperate for something, anything, he takes solace in the echo chamber of his own thoughts, where he inadvertantly realises that the word 'market' sounds a bit like 'meerkat'. His confidence surges back to him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on April 18, 2015, 10:25:37 pm
An acid trip takes a turn for the worse when a man in a gas mask turns on the strobe.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: zomgmouse on April 19, 2015, 02:19:06 am
A broken kazoo on the grimy asphalt.

Knocking over a deer with your car only the deer isn't hurt and runs off but you're still left with the guilt and broken headlight.

Picking off a bit of foil stuck on your tongue from a cheap Easter egg twenty-seven months after you were given it by a late aunt.

Ball rashes.

Slimming.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 19, 2015, 09:12:05 am
A housewife in 1973 running down a cobbled street in her stocking feet, after being told her only child Gary has been hit by a Morris Minor.

A melted Choc Ice underneath a park bench on the hottest day of the year, whilst two dogs fight nearby and their owners frantically struggle to separate them.

A drunken youth being labelled a 'fucking legend' by his mates after pissing through the letterbox of a hard-working Polish family.

A simpleton power-belching at a funeral wake, and laughing like a drain near the bereaved.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on April 19, 2015, 09:33:34 am
Daz pops out from the Codfather at lunchtime and walks with an excited lop into the abandoned warehouse around the corner. Minutes later, he delivers his daily dollop of ejaculate into the shoebox of dead, crusty, yellowing spiders that he secretly stows, lovingly nurtures, and one day plans to present to his hated mother at a major family event.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 19, 2015, 04:20:37 pm
An 8yr old lad called Gary recovering in a Leeds hospital in 1973, following a double leg amputation. Visitors hour. His weary mother walks in, 'Look Gary, i've brought your hero round, why don't you spend some time together and I'll be back in an hour.'

A man with a mop of bright, off-yellow hair walks through the grimy door, with a manic grin on his face. He's wearing a tracksuit. He's holding a cigar.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on April 19, 2015, 04:38:51 pm
A man with a mop of bright, off-yellow hair walks out of a hospital in 1973. "Life is great" he thought to himself. "I'm making a shit load of cash from being a Jimmy Saville impersonator. I'll be in the money for the rest of my life, nothing will ever go wrong for me"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on April 19, 2015, 05:27:43 pm
Jacqueline spends her morning carefully scraping the small transparent spiky bits off the thistles in her garden with a scalpel and collecting them. Her afternoon is spent slowly unfolding all her husbands socks and sprinkling a small amount of the spiky bits in each one, not too much, then folding all the socks back up and putting them neatly back in the draw.

After she's finished she sits back with a glass of prosecco and smiles to herself.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 19, 2015, 09:05:03 pm
A married couple in their 40s go to see Kings Of Leon. He looks like Sloth, she looks like a malnourished Alison Moyet. The first two songs are album tracks they've never heard of. The third is Sex On Fire - the only Kings of Leon song they know. That's because their shitty, local commercial radio station used to play it 97 times a day. They sing along to it, out of tune and getting the words wrong.

Another album track is played - That's enough for them. They make their way through the young, attractive people and leave the gig. They get into their entry-level Vauxhall Vectra and go home to their darkened council house. She goes straight up to bed. He checks she's asleep, wedges a chair against the door, then cracks one out to a tattooed, bony, wonky-titted horror on Babestation.

The End.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Jake Thingray on April 19, 2015, 11:31:02 pm
This is genuine, although tonally atypical of this thread, as it happened to me earlier today. Clearing up rubbish in my home, I found a free magazine I'd swiped from a pub six months ago, with the front cover headline "The bonkers world of Noel Fielding!". At the time I'd assumed it would be a pisstake, turns out reading it now it contained no criticism whatsoever and was a puff-piece for the cretin, masquerading as an interview. Needless to say, it's now in the recycling bin.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: zomgmouse on April 20, 2015, 03:00:00 am
The same homeless chalk artist in every suburb you go to.

Disembowelled mouse on your doorstep.

Eating the last prawn in your fridge.

Jail crafts.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 20, 2015, 10:51:02 am
A decaying molar in the mouth of a Middlesbrough Sex Offender.

A spasticated He-Man figure in the bottom of a forgotten toy box.

A compulsive masturbator in a Noddy t-shirt.

A chod of unknown origin on a blind woman's patio.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on April 20, 2015, 03:41:48 pm
Plymouth, 2015. A baby is christened Gangnam Fenton Chocolate Rain Taylor.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hangthebuggers on April 20, 2015, 03:54:58 pm
A small worm is out looking for a new piece of delicious soil to bring back to its lair for its worm hatchlings. After a good three hours of worming about in the mud and leaves, it decides to head home with the dirt, all happy like. Suddenly it finds itself vanishing from the very earth it was born, swept up into the heavens, never to see its hatchlings again[1]

A small dove is out looking for worms for its young. It flies into a very, very translucent window, breaking its neck and exploding with a mild burst. The worm falls down a grid and drowns in a coke can.

It turns out that the 'window' was actually a pair of spectacles being sported by a very elderly gentleman, who once drove submarines. The old man is concussed by the sheer explosion of gore and feathers and glass and is violently forced off the pavement into the path of a bus.

The bus is being driven by a man who is one day from retirement, the passengers are all nuns on the way back from lourdes. Seeing the flurry of feathery madness in the road, he swerves to one side and veers into the path of a lorry. The lorry is carrying a container full of worms. Millions of them....

The Lorry swerves, jack knifing the old man into several pieces... A slurry of chemically sterile worms.... Everywhere. A nun explodes from the window of the bus, skidding into the mush face first.

The Dove's young, unable to fly, maddened with hunger dive out of the nest, forever falling unable to find the sea of worms, which are now clogging the water system of the city.

The end.

 1. I'm not actually sure if worms have hatchlings, or eggs? Either way, I'll educate myself later.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on April 20, 2015, 05:32:27 pm
An art gallery employee is forced to confess that he knows little about worms.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on April 20, 2015, 05:48:13 pm
A flat Shoot! football rolls almost imperceptibly along the cracked surround of a long empty swimming pool in an abandoned, financially unviable Lanzarotean resort.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 20, 2015, 08:11:05 pm
A single mother tries to conduct a grown-up conversation with a handsome plumber, whilst her youngest child thwacks her in the face with a Fisher Price Xylophone, before pulling her top down to reveal hard-working, but truly spent breasts.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on April 20, 2015, 10:12:10 pm
An man is savagely beaten and blinded in one eye with a cheese truckle at an Eddie Stobart convention.

A timid nonce joins a Lost Prophets fan group on Facebook.

A 43 year old shut in takes delivery of an 2012 Alex Polizzi calendar and a well used Flat Eric.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on April 20, 2015, 10:24:40 pm
A young mother and father wonder why Nuggets, the family dog, is always looking so sad, they take him to the vets and tests reveal internal bruising. They confront their young son, who admits he's been kicking the god for "I don't know, just a bit of fun", they take the dog back to the vet and have it put down. They get a brand new dog and call its Drumsticks.

A 40 year old man appropriates "street language" to be funny and impress his younger work colleagues.

A deaf black man lies in a tin bath of lukewarm water warm, scrubbing himself with a wire brush, recounting the harsh racial prejudice inflicted by a group of deaf schoolgirls.

A man, dressed in his team's garb, watches a last minute winner for the opposition send a rammed pub into feral celebration, hysteria and banter washes over him, as everything from "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" to "Wanker." fills his space, he headbutts his pint glass and rolls onto the floor, as he's slowly stamped into the carpet out of sight, water down a drain.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on April 20, 2015, 11:26:37 pm
Fucking hell - Peter Kay's latest "comedy" - car share or something
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on April 21, 2015, 07:36:57 am
A man from Somalia survived near starvation, 1000 of miles of rough travel across war torn desert, disease and death of his large family to end up lost in labyrinthine Coventry. He buys a ticket home a few days later.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on April 21, 2015, 07:42:29 am
A constantly arguing and dysfunctional couple cry out of anger and frustration when they receive a letter from ITV saying their Jeremy Kyle Show application was unsuccessful. Their shared anguish brings them closer than they've been in years.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 21, 2015, 09:38:29 am
A former steel worker, on his first ever day in a call centre, is given the menial task of opening parcels and stacking boxes to help settle him into his new surroundings. It should be a one-hour job, but he purposely drags it out all day - just to delay speaking to the joyless British Public that little bit longer.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on April 21, 2015, 10:19:43 pm
I knew nothing about her; our encounter nonetheless took a macabre turn. I spoke to her of the sea, a certain commentary on Ecclesiastes. And imagine my stupefaction when, after my tirade on the hysteria of the waves, she produced this remark: ''Self-pity is not a good thing''.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on April 21, 2015, 10:22:22 pm
A Middlesex open mic night, the centrepiece of his stand-up set: "Eccles cakes, Ecclesiastical cakes, it's funny that isn't it?"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on April 22, 2015, 01:40:07 am
Everyone's least favourite member of the most popular girlband has a seizure while on stage, but nobody notices. Even her security guard boyfriend later states that he just thought it was "that dance she likes to do".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: steve98 on April 22, 2015, 01:53:19 am
Here's a lassie - Natasha from my hometown - Glasgow. She thinks I'm an old man and goes mental when I criticise her punctuation  --   
                   
           Our correspondant - NATASHA - informs us  --  " you are nuffing but a cheeky old basterd that thinks you can voice your opinion on everythin & everyone like me you were at me for hours doing my fuckin head in about how i dont put fullstops when i speek to you well fuck yeah a dont put full stops for no cunt "  --  Thank you Natasha....STAY SAFE.


She just will not compromise.
And that was her just startin' to like me.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: The Region Legion on April 22, 2015, 02:19:57 am
A wheelchair bound woman in her late 60s sits outside the Best Western on the seafront with her two dogs. Maybe she thinks she's talking to them, but they're not interested - they're fidgeting with the energy she is clearly incapable of helping them burn.

"That girl's got a bicycle" she says. "It's nice being on a bicycle. I used to have one when I was little."



This actually happened and I can't find the "bleakest thing you overheard" thread. But fucking christ, that was a sobering thing to stumble past.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 22, 2015, 10:47:20 am
An empty steak packet in a tiny yard in Dagenham, with a 'Best Before' Date 2 years in the past.

A bored dad looking for turpentine in B&Q whilst a cover version of a Maroon 5 song plays.

A Morris-Dancer going into wank overdrive after discovering Fake 'Lorraine Kelly Nude' pictures on Ask Jeeves.

Weak Solar Lights from Poundland in a Widower's front garden.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Captain Poodle Basher on April 22, 2015, 12:59:54 pm
This actually happened and I can't find the "bleakest thing you overheard" thread. But fucking christ, that was a sobering thing to stumble past.

While out enjoying the spring sunshine yesterday.

A young mother in the park, playing with her son. She has to distract him from the sight of a drunk youth, tracksuit bottoms around his ankles as he pisses against a hedge before stumbling back to his two mates slumped on a bench, ankle-deep in empty beer cans.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: zomgmouse on April 22, 2015, 03:42:33 pm
The last bite of burnt beef.

Being the only one flying business class when everyone else is in first.

Lycra holes.

Gym membership on hold.

Tearing a back muscle leaning down to pick up a piece of stale popcorn that in the end doesn't even taste nice.

Nine bent teaspoons in a drawer that doesn't close.

Obituary misprints.

Artificial lime on warm oysters.

Warm oysters.

An ant on a shitty cake your best friend spent their last pension money baking that in the end doesn't even taste nice.

Limp apple core in a wet plastic bag on the bottom of your backpack from the time you failed a hunger strike after your girlfriend dumped you for a drummer'sdrummer's sister.

iPhone 3 on a bench in Salford that no one takes cause it's an iPhone 3.

The little wannabe Argonaut who didn't even touch the golden sheep once, not once.

Plain digestives, broken.

Thimble holes.

Eggshell fragments in your foreskin.

Lampshade fragments in your foreskin.

Smegmatic lampshades.

Smegmatic eggs.

Billiards tournaments at your local pub that you win by default because nobody else turns up.

Elevator music composers going broke and having to write digital radio stings.

Digital radio stings.

Bee stings. In your foreskin.

Cemeteries closing for the night.

Tripe merchants.

"Jingle Bells" sung wrong.

Orchestras playing "Jingle Bells".

Lip gloss flavour designers' office decorations falling down.

The name "Beryl".

Faded coasters.

Tom Cruise's ugg boots in the rain.

Gum.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on April 22, 2015, 03:45:38 pm
Craig Revel Horwood
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on April 22, 2015, 04:06:47 pm
A sex shop employee mutes a western on ITV4 as he sells another vibrator. It's a beautiful sunny day outside.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on April 22, 2015, 05:05:28 pm
A rah of bearded topknots and quiffs convert a derelict video rental store into a nameless pop-up artisan coffee and craft tattoo boutique. Outside, a sun faded and crumpled poster of Robin Williams absorbs cold drizzle in a skip.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BJB on April 22, 2015, 08:50:46 pm
A 6 year old looking up "Rihanna's sexy bum".




Actually true
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 22, 2015, 09:12:25 pm
A Peer Of The Realm lies under a glass table whilst a sexy binman dumps on it from above - Thud, thud, thud.......thud. Crumpled bank-notes exchange hands.

A potty-mouthed woman guilt-trips her numb, empty husband out of a once-in-a-blue-moon visit to his only remaining friend.

A sexless man called Derek finds out via Facebook that his wife's college nickname was 'Miss Whiplash.'

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: finnquark on April 22, 2015, 10:42:05 pm
Robin Morley's Smelly Cheese

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9FDIuXIqww
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: GentleJoshing on April 23, 2015, 02:41:28 am
Travelling Aberdeen FC fans gather in a pub near Celtic Park on a drizzly afternoon. Inside, under the window running with condensation sit a middle aged couple, clad in well-worn Aberdeen jerseys and drinking pints of Tennants. The skeletal man has the receding gums of a drug addict. The woman is overweight and cannot keep her eyes focused. The pub is full of charged energy, chants rise and fall, and anticipation for the cup match is building. But something is starting to smell bad, obviously organic in nature- high and rancid. Exaggerated faces of disgust are pulled. Nearby drinkers eventually see that the woman is eating fish and chips straight out of her handbag. Fingers point, loud hoots of laughter ring out, and the word filters around. She is oblivious to the ridicule of the crowd.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 23, 2015, 12:55:09 pm
A gerbil gnaws through the wire of a child's kidney dialysis machine, frying half it's face off. It survives, but now resembles the Niki Lauda of the rodent kingdom.

A wife nags her husband about their unkempt back garden, when all he really wants is five fucking minutes to read his book about cockney gangsters whilst drinking a can of flat Foster's.

At 2am and with his patience running out, an Aberystwyth porn connoisseur wishes there was some sort of happy medium between the 'plucked chicken' look, and 'Rasputin's plughole' where matters of vagina are concerned.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on April 23, 2015, 03:34:59 pm
Paul Ross invites brother Jonathan to his wedding. Jonathan doesn't turn up. Neither do any of the other guests. There is no bride.


A bald man in a flowing wig sits eating his dinner. Across the table is a mirror. He is pretending to be on a blind date. "I'll be getting some tonight," he thinks to himself.


A man reaches into his pocket and finds a scrap of paper on which is written, 'I've liked you for a long time- let's get together. Call me,' and then a phone number. Excited, he reaches for his phone, only to realise that the number and the handwriting are his own.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 23, 2015, 06:46:32 pm
A dead moth, in a strip-light, in the storeroom of a factory that has been derelict since 1998.

A man called Jeff preparing a noose inside a wet belfry.

A young mum struggling with her twin sons outside a Tesco Express, whilst her bad boy fiancee laughs at a grainy picture of a fatal Russian motorbike accident.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: canadagoose on April 23, 2015, 06:50:41 pm
Travelling Aberdeen FC fans gather in a pub near Celtic Park on a drizzly afternoon. Inside, under the window running with condensation sit a middle aged couple, clad in well-worn Aberdeen jerseys and drinking pints of Tennants. The skeletal man has the receding gums of a drug addict. The woman is overweight and cannot keep her eyes focused. The pub is full of charged energy, chants rise and fall, and anticipation for the cup match is building. But something is starting to smell bad, obviously organic in nature- high and rancid. Exaggerated faces of disgust are pulled. Nearby drinkers eventually see that the woman is eating fish and chips straight out of her handbag. Fingers point, loud hoots of laughter ring out, and the word filters around. She is oblivious to the ridicule of the crowd.
That actually happened, didn't it? I bet it did.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: GentleJoshing on April 23, 2015, 08:52:45 pm
That actually happened, didn't it? I bet it did.

Yes, yes it did. One of the more memorably grim things I have witnessed. Her gormless expression as she pawed the food into her mouth is etched on my mind.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on April 23, 2015, 09:52:16 pm
A middle-aged man in a trenchcoat snoozes hazily on a train platform bench in the London underground - surrounded by laundry bags of his clothing - whilst cradling a bottle of wine still pressed to his lips.

A young hipster type takes time out of his commute home to take a photo of him on his smartphone.[1]
 1. True story
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: steve98 on April 24, 2015, 05:32:43 am
a lonely internet poster spends ten years building up to a huge reveal, where almost the entire GB board Topic-titles reads out a profound message from that poster.......no-one notices...the moment is gone.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on April 24, 2015, 10:36:29 am
Les Dennis watches himself on Coronation Street and considers himself a wonderful actor. As he plans his Best Actor speech at the British Soap Awards, his hand slides into the front of his trousers, towards the throbbing lump of gristle therein.

A young woman is sexually assaulted by a stranger on a residential street at night. She screams for help. A window in one of the houses is opened, and a voice calls back from within, "Shut the fuck up!"

A man in a pub, arguing with his friend about whether there should be an apostrophe in the word "children's". A few hours later, he hangs himself, and leaves his guide dog wimpering and alone.

The last one actually happened.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 24, 2015, 10:55:28 am
A charming burns victim goes speed-dating. Everyone's nice to him, but do they heck want to have sex with him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on April 24, 2015, 11:05:04 am
Silent John ventures out of his bungalow for the first time in 23 long years. He still thinks John Major is in power.

The bright and gaudy display of women's magazines and newspaper headlines baffle and confuse him at his local corner shop. He asks for a bottle of milk (his first sentence uttered to another human being other than his now dead mother, in this barren 23 years), and is directed to a buzzing refrigerator unit full of plastic containers.

Outside once more in the harsh glare of a Gloucestershire summer's day, he adjusts his beige slacks to give his ample belly more comfort as he waddles homeward. A crow shits on his head and he remembers the happy days of his youth.

Unlocking the front door, he glances behind him at the sun dappled lawns. It will be his last glimpse of sunlight and non-acrid air until the UKIP campaign trail kicks off in a week or so and he starts his ascent to Westminster.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on April 24, 2015, 12:39:40 pm
From yesterday's local paper -

http://www.theargus.co.uk/news/12906768.Why_don_t_we_celebrate_like_the_Welsh_and_the_Scots__The_English_show_their_apathy_towards_St_George_s_Day/

"If the feeling of Englishness was heightened last year with the nation's football fans looking forward to the tournament in Brazil, some are saying patriotism is once again put on the back burner.

This was no more evident than in Crawley when a St George's Day parade had to be cancelled because the public only donated £20 towards the £5,000 needed to run it.
"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on April 24, 2015, 05:56:00 pm
A shit stain in a pork pie hat and a sarcastic shell suit buys a pack of Slim Panatellas to impress a post ironic muppet wearing a cape and gucci loafers.

It works.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 24, 2015, 10:30:17 pm
Watching an old episode of Live At The Apollo in your pants in the dark, and the totally obscure comedian makes a really funny joke, and it cuts to a shot of the audience in hysterics - and in the middle of it all, you spot a right miserable cunt not laughing.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 25, 2015, 10:53:24 am
After being friend-zoned forever by the bohemian girl he planned his entire dreams and future around, a 19 year old man in a knitted jumper stares blankly from his brightly-lit kitchen at some heavy rain trickling down a mossy stone wall. Hours pass.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on April 25, 2015, 10:56:08 am
A middle-aged curmudgeon takes delivery of a new washing machine at 7:30 on the morning of his birthday. The delivery men refuse to take the old one away because of insurance reasons. Later that day he is reluctantly having a tour of the local BBC offices, an institution he has grown to loathe.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: pupshaw on April 25, 2015, 09:26:04 pm
http://www.the-saleroom.com/en-gb/auction-catalogues/wellers-auctioneers/catalogue-id-ibwe11504/lot-ed5c5382-4aed-4c59-a128-a48300d38504
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on April 26, 2015, 01:15:38 am
A listless man announces to nobody in particular that The Last Days of Disco is now his favourite film of all time. He knows it's not that good but he sort of thinks it makes sense for him at this point for his favourite thing to be something he doesn't particularly care for.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on April 26, 2015, 12:56:39 pm
(http://www.getintonewcastle.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/quaysidecabaretpauldaniels.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on April 26, 2015, 02:26:23 pm
What in the name of arse is going on with Debbie McGee's neck?  Is she turning into a cobra?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on April 26, 2015, 03:10:03 pm

What in the name of arse is going on with Debbie McGee's neck?  Is she turning into a cobra?

Magic
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on April 26, 2015, 03:10:50 pm
Somewhere in Redcar, a deluded Reg Holdsworth lookalike ties pink gift ribbon around his penis before his first date in 34 years.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on April 26, 2015, 03:17:47 pm
It takes considerable skill to appear next to Paul Daniels and the lovely Debbie McGee and still look the most twattish. Bravo, Chris Cross!

A balding man spends his Sunday afternoon sneering at low level celebrities in a desperate attempt for recognition from other forum members.

Too lazy to get up for the box of tissues, a Jabba-the-hut-sized man wanks into an empty crisp packet. Songs Of Praise plays silently on the 42 inch plasma.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on April 26, 2015, 10:20:16 pm
A pretty young girl with adorable freckles buying industrial grade fake tan to look like her idol Snooki.

A tramp with severe physical disabilities preventing him from working is out begged by a younger man who just fell asleep drunk outside Build a Bear.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on April 27, 2015, 01:59:57 am
A middle-aged curmudgeon takes delivery of a new washing machine at 7:30 on the morning of his birthday. The delivery men refuse to take the old one away because of insurance reasons. Later that day he is reluctantly having a tour of the local BBC offices, an institution he has grown to loathe.

This has the same structure and cadence as the original (notation) story in Raymond (Luxury) Queaneau's Exericses in Style.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 27, 2015, 09:50:12 am
A routine fire drill at a nothing office. Everyone files out and joins their usual clique. Uber-introvert Simon stands shoegazing between a fence and a Citroen. 17 feet away, a cluster of his colleagues are having a smoke and a laugh. That'll never be Simon.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on April 27, 2015, 11:36:12 am
As he scrolls through the Facebook pictures of his ex-girlfriend and her two young children, detached house and rich older boyfriend, Neil finally accepts that after six years she probably isn't going to come back. He wanks forlornly over a picture of her leaning over slightly whilst wearing a low cut top. The tears roll down his face as he mouths the word "goodbye".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 27, 2015, 01:37:56 pm
You manage to get a date with someone you really like. You wait on a park bench for her. You notice an innocent toothpaste mark near the fly of your trousers. You lick your finger and try to rub the minty mess away. It just smears even more. Your date walks round the corner, sees you mid-rub, turns on a sixpence and goes back home. In her eyes you're now a pervert forever.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on April 27, 2015, 01:40:11 pm
You manage to get a date with someone you really like. You wait on a park bench for her. You notice an innocent toothpaste mark near the fly of your trousers. You lick your finger and try to rub the minty mess away. It just smears even more. Your date walks round the corner, sees you mid-rub, turns on a sixpence and goes back home. In her eyes you're now a pervert forever.

Once home, your date masturbates long and loudly to a picture of someone from The Kings of Leon. Meanwhile, you drown yourself in a duck pond.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on April 27, 2015, 01:47:33 pm
Arriving on time for his first Jobseeker's Allowance interview, 16-year old Nigel presents a badly punctuated CV written on the back of a Crispy Pancakes box and a letter from his Mum reading: "get this waster out of the house please. Love, Mrs Evans.x"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on April 27, 2015, 02:15:36 pm
An empty dustbin on a litter-strewn street.

A dusty, broken old slot machine at the end of a forgotten pier in a wind-swept, grey coastal town in Lincolnshire.

A man receives some good news, and is desperate to share it with everyone he knows. He reaches for his phone and opens the contacts. There is only one number: Babestation. He dials, but they have blocked him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on April 27, 2015, 02:16:20 pm
A closeted lesbian masturbates with an evil determination to an episode of The Hotel Inspector filmed in her town.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 27, 2015, 02:44:11 pm
A hairy old woman in a big stinking overcoat, crumpled tights and leg calipers, waddles down a Victorian Slum in 1960s Liverpool.

She's carrying a bag in each hand - one containing her husband's ashes - not in an urn - the other containing fish heads for her blind, deaf, incontinent cat - who loved her husband, yet has nothing but disdain for her.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dex Sawash on April 27, 2015, 04:33:49 pm
An auto mechanic, a few months shy of his 50th birthday, goes for his second cup of coffee of the morning.
Pot is empty.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on April 27, 2015, 05:26:42 pm
An old man with an ailing wife spends a cold and foggy morning fishing near a train bridge over the Manchester Ship canal. His catches include a rusty can of Special Brew and a bag of dog shit. No fish.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 27, 2015, 10:22:07 pm
That ghastly no man's land between the arse and balls of a frowning Jeremy Clarkson apologist, following a long and protracted divorce from his wife - who looked like a fat Jimmy Krankie anyway.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bizarro Mark Bosnich on April 28, 2015, 01:10:12 am
https://www.facebook.com/groups/439681586088080/ (https://www.facebook.com/groups/439681586088080/)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on April 28, 2015, 09:18:06 am
A haemophiliac gets entangled in her daughter's fucking machine whilst emptying rat traps down in the cellar.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on April 28, 2015, 01:44:10 pm
A recent widow is driving down a country lane when she is startled by a cloud that looks just like her deceased husband. Fucking her sister.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on April 28, 2015, 04:40:50 pm
A production line fault causing a Müller Crunch Corner to have an empty corner is the final straw that causes Geoff to have a compound nervous breakdown in his rusty old Vectra after pulling in to a Texaco garage for dinner.

The cashier casually activates the emergency door lock and calls the police.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on April 28, 2015, 07:24:54 pm
A young woman, after a month of sexual harassment from some builders, resorts to notifying the police.  This is picked up the BBC News website.  She pays the site a visit to read her story, only to be humiliated by a photo of herself pulling a duckface.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on April 28, 2015, 09:41:05 pm
A fat desk jockey buys into the Cyclescheme in his office to the tune of £600. He visualises himself fitter,  slimmer,  happier and healthier.  He buys a pretty decent mountain bike and all the trimmings.  Saturday comes and he gets kitted up and heads to the local park.  After 20 yards he misjudges the kerb and catapults himself face first onto the tarmac.  His face is mashed and his hands are fizzing with pain.  He pushes the bike straight into the garage,  never to be ridden again.  He cleans his wounds and eventually orders himself a 16" Munchy Box.

A priest pisses on a widow's tits.

A severely handicapped child is taken to Drayton Manor on a pissing wet day. It goes on no rides and derives no joy from the outing whatsoever. The parents bicker over the route they took to get there for the whole day out.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on April 28, 2015, 10:09:34 pm
a 16" Munchy Box.

(http://i.imgur.com/o3xG7gm.jpg)

Scotland home of such unspeakable beauty, and yet such unutterable horror.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on April 28, 2015, 10:18:07 pm
Fuckin hell.  What do you think the calorie count would be in that?  10,000 at least i would think.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 29, 2015, 09:48:22 am
A Scoutmaster with no online presence and a penchant for trains and home-made flesh lights - in that order - stares through the window of a Basingstoke safe house on a slow Tuesday.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on April 29, 2015, 11:51:34 am
A retired butcher in Bungay gets his first ever computer and wifi connection. Later that night, he masturbates to completion over Johnny Cash's 'Hurt' video.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 29, 2015, 01:07:02 pm
The low winter sun in January 1997, whilst being told by that girl you fancy that she thinks you're a smelly, ugly fucker, and urgh, just no way.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: emmett85 on April 29, 2015, 07:41:32 pm
A recently deceased pigeon becomes slowly mummified by the faecal matter of its family who nestle in the railway bridge above, as three young addicts wander by, squabbling over their HIV status.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on April 29, 2015, 07:49:34 pm
A man eyes a mouldy bap.

He is hungry.

As he slowly moves the bap towards his mouth, his eyes begin to water.

As he takes his first bite, he grimaces with revulsion. And continues.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on April 29, 2015, 09:39:57 pm
A man eyes a mouldy bap.

He is hungry.

As he slowly moves the bap towards his mouth, his eyes begin to water.

As he takes his first bite, he grimaces with revulsion. And continues.

Gdańsk is not what he thought.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on April 29, 2015, 11:04:54 pm
An elderly woman with a terminal illness decides to euthanize herself so that she can die with her dignity intact. As soon as she dies, her bowels relax and she shits herself. When her grandson finds her body a month later, she is completely caked in dried, flaky faeces and has been partially eaten by flies.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Big Jack McBastard on April 29, 2015, 11:11:47 pm
(http://i.imgur.com/o3xG7gm.jpg)

Jesus, I think I just became physically aware of my pancreas for the first time.

Is there a pizza under all that or am I gilding the lilly?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on April 29, 2015, 11:20:23 pm
Define that
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on April 29, 2015, 11:25:45 pm
Jesus, I think I just became physically aware of my pancreas for the first time.

Is there a pizza under all that or am I gilding the lilly?

It's a naan bread m8, what else.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: weekender on April 30, 2015, 07:17:23 pm
Quote
The details are hazy. Some kind of ITV 24 hour telethon. Sue Pollard in ridiculous outfit, showing lots of leg (a bit like pic) singing a song lying on a grand piano. Hormones were raging and a sin was committed.

(http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/03/30/article-0-0421EA1F000005DC-296_196x440_popup.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on April 30, 2015, 08:21:42 pm
Back in 5 minutes. Actually, make it 2.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on April 30, 2015, 10:48:49 pm
Just found this on the YouTube thread. This is its rightful home.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yF6cBf133rA (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yF6cBf133rA)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on April 30, 2015, 11:35:06 pm

Back in 5 minutes. Actually, make it 2.

My syd barrettesque mate was groped by su pollard in the 90s... He's never been the same since
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on May 01, 2015, 12:37:52 am
A man watches the The Last Days of Disco again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Banlon on May 01, 2015, 12:47:32 am
Well I got that wrong.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: DukeDeMondo on May 01, 2015, 02:18:39 am
(http://i.imgur.com/o3xG7gm.jpg)

Scotland home of such unspeakable beauty, and yet such unutterable horror.

I dunno what the fuck's in that, but your man in the grey jogging bottoms there has just shat a joypad.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 01, 2015, 08:09:33 am
It's Friday, the bank holiday weekend is nigh.

A young, lonely 20 something watches 5 minutes of Kilroy loops and laughs into his morning coffee. His stomach rumbles for breakfast, but he can't be arsed moving yet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 01, 2015, 08:46:52 am
Enough spunk to re-populate Ireland, forming a misty puddle in the belly button of a Nuneaton dole-waller.

An unloved step child on a summer's evening, when he's in bed and can hear all other kids playing in the late evening sun.

Disturbing illustrations of human-animal hybrids in the battered jotter of a future sex offender.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 01, 2015, 08:50:34 am
*LOCK THREAD ALERT*

An unloved step child on a summer's evening, when he's in bed and he can hear all other kids playing in the late evening sun.

*LOCK THREAD ALERT*

An unloved step child on a summer's evening, when he's in bed and he can hear all other kids playing in the late evening sun.

*LOCK THREAD ALERT*

An unloved step child on a summer's evening, when he's in bed and he can hear all other kids playing in the late evening sun.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 01, 2015, 08:53:13 am
The year is 2025, a year that promised time travel, hover boards and robot butlers...instead, a piece of legislation is passed that allows a man to lawfully marry a steak and kidney Fray Bentos pie.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 01, 2015, 09:59:13 am
A boy with stunted growth and snot up his nose, power-slamming a chunk of granite off a family of innocent woodlice.

A wife dragging up her husband's sext messages to a colleague years ago, whilst their 3 year old child sits strapped in his booster seat facing the other way with a bewildered look on his face, and a melted Mini-Milk in his hands. Nicky Minaj's latest song is the soundtrack to this hideous scene.

An awkward office worker doesn't know what to say to his colleague after she returns to work following the death of her dad. Does he offer his condolences, or just try to pretend everything is hunky dory? He says nothing and just scribbles some tits into a notepad instead.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on May 01, 2015, 01:03:36 pm
A tramp catches his own haunted reflection in a puddle of piss.  The gravity of his meaningless existence hits home,  he shambles towards the river and throws himself in.

A menopausal librarian whispers, "I love you" to her Black Mamba vibrator.

A priest confesses to pissing on a widows tits.  The other priest requests her details.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on May 01, 2015, 01:20:19 pm
A dishevelled homeless Peter Kay arranges a lock-up full of unsold DVDs into the general shape of a mattress.

His sleep is interrupted by shattered plastic hinges and farts.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on May 01, 2015, 01:25:51 pm
The ghost of Rin Tin Tin plans to visit a lonely boy and give him magical presents and a special secret. When he appears the boy yells "FUCK OFF I'D RATHER MEET SHERGAR YOU DOG CUNT!"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 02, 2015, 08:18:14 am
A Junglist dances like a wazzock on a street corner, oblivious to a passing Funeral Cortege.

A single mother on a paltry income is told by arse-scratching, bollock-fondling, neanderthal mechanic that the repairs to her car will total £786 - approximately £776 more than she has in the bank. Whilst receiving this news, she also has to contend with her nihilistic twin toddlers, as one makes demented fart noises and the other forces a broken, wet breadstick down her ear canal.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on May 02, 2015, 09:06:23 pm
A 41-year old man rage quits from Xbox Live and smashes his controller into pieces after being beaten at FIFA by a 12-yr old.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on May 04, 2015, 01:02:25 am
A gaggle of bald tax lawyers recreate the Money Supermarket "don'tcha..." advert through the concourse of their Ruislip head office, drawing long-winded, goose-pig hybrid-like snorts from their stupefied secretarial cohorts.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 04, 2015, 09:42:02 am
A civil servant with Rocky Dennis syndrome is taunted by a gaggle of laughing gypsys near a bag of dog shit and the burnt out husk of an ex-telephone box.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on May 05, 2015, 03:23:27 pm
A drunk woman pisses herself on a tram while eating fish and chips. After dropping the chips in the puddle of urine, she picks them up and continues eating them.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 05, 2015, 07:47:33 pm
The rain pounding harshly against your windscreen whilst you sit in endless traffic going to the joyless job that has crushed your soul.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on May 05, 2015, 08:11:58 pm
The rain pounding harshly against your windscreen whilst you sit in endless traffic going to the joyless job that has crushed your soul.

When suddenly you remember you left a grease stained tea towel on the worktop beside the milk you forgot to put back in the fridge. She knows already,  you can feel the bad energy.

You decide to work late.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 05, 2015, 08:14:15 pm
She knows already,  you can feel the bad energy.

You decide to work late.

She calls you about it 2 minutes after you're usually due back home.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 05, 2015, 11:24:07 pm
Fuck - how do you guys know my life!?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 05, 2015, 11:25:38 pm
You reach the bottom of the staircase in The House of Leaves before remembering you forgot to set the video for the Keeping Up Appearances reboot.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 06, 2015, 10:54:38 am
A lonely copy of The Daily Express in a petrol station forecourt. A picture of a smiling, vivacious young woman on the front page. And you just know without even reading it that she's died in grotesque circumstances at the hands of a madman.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on May 06, 2015, 12:22:16 pm
... because you're the one who killed her.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 07, 2015, 08:57:21 pm
A fully grown man whose long-suffering wife ferries him around everywhere in her car, because he spent all his money on Genesis records and Porn when he was 17, instead of driving lessons.

She wishes she'd married his brother instead, but it's too late now - He died in the 80s.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 08, 2015, 08:12:07 am
May 8th, 2015
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 08, 2015, 08:12:51 am
...and subsequent days for next five years
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on May 08, 2015, 08:27:06 am
A man learns he is allergic to alcohol on May 8th, 2015
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on May 08, 2015, 09:00:10 am
An elderly hooker in Broadstairs is approached by a sinister looking man with a face like an arse requesting "full service including anal, I've just won the local election and I'm celebrating"


Edit: Assumption makes an ass out of you and me.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 08, 2015, 09:04:18 am
An elderly hooker in Broadstairs is approached by a sinister looking woman with a face like an arse requesting "full service including anal, I've just won the local election and I'm celebrating. Manston Airport is saved!"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on May 08, 2015, 09:28:52 am
The smile on his face soon vanishes as he looks at the friends and family around him and realises that they all voted Tory.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 08, 2015, 12:06:39 pm
A spiteful office walker does the 'fat man' walk and accompanying trombone noise behind a colleague with genuine thyroid problems. His fragile world crumbles around him in front of real people. Later that day he defeats himself at chess, and cries into a cup-a-soup for what seems like forever.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on May 08, 2015, 12:09:14 pm
with genuine thyroid problems.

Is that like Good AIDS?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pit-Pat on May 08, 2015, 12:13:11 pm
An unemployed man with a disabled daughter nods in satisfaction at the news that he'll soon be able to vote to take Britain out of the EU.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on May 08, 2015, 12:48:10 pm
After 23 years of looking, he finally finds another world. He still can't wear a dress.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on May 08, 2015, 05:06:28 pm
A 40 year old dad of two is changing his 5 month old son's diaper when a precision jet of son piss launches straight into his face. Splashing off his tonsils and trickling down his chest. This awakens a lust of watersports he had never before dreamed of. Sadly his wife whom he loves dearly is also deeply urophobic. Sighing, he realises he is stuck for the rest of his life with a woman who will never consent to pissing in his mouth.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 08, 2015, 05:08:53 pm
After days of suspense, a small group of users from an online community wait in excited anticipation to see a depressed and socially anxious 20-something get rejected by a woman he's hopelessly fallen for.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on May 08, 2015, 05:10:31 pm
The woman in question surprises everyone by reciprocating the young gentleman's affection, but is run down in the street by a celebrating Tory reveler the very next day
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 08, 2015, 05:12:31 pm
Five years later said young gentleman, haggard and stark-raving mad, votes Tory. He cries at the ballot box.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on May 08, 2015, 05:13:24 pm
She survives but, whilst recuperating in hospital, she discovers said online community, deduces her new suitor's online identity, and reads his posts. Horrified, she refuses all food and dies weeks later. And he never knows why.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 08, 2015, 05:15:07 pm
David Cameron taking a shit right this second. His conscience is clear.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on May 08, 2015, 05:23:39 pm
Billy marches down to his local polling station, determined to vote for the very first time. The family across the street have a marginally bigger TV than he does, despite them all being on benefits. "I'll show 'em, the fucking scroungers!" he thinks to himself.

He places the 'x' next to his Tory candidate.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on May 08, 2015, 05:36:26 pm
After living a human centipede-like existence for 5 years the shrivelled corpse of a once proud political party is cut free from the anus of the newly elected majority Conservative government having served its use.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 08, 2015, 08:31:09 pm
For the first time in forever, he plucked up the courage, he asked her out via Facebook chat. She 'Saw' the message, she started typing, his heart raced. She stopped typing, he froze. She resumed typing, he waited, silently, still - like a heron on a riverbank. She stopped typing. Minutes passed, she's probably busy. Yeah, that's it. Hours passed, she 'Liked' a picture of a cat in a shoe. He had a pot noodle and a wank, but his heart wasn't in it.  He waited, pacing the carpet like an expectant dad, and logged back onto Facebook chat at 2am, the expectation, the suspense by now killing him. I wonder what she said?!

- Nothing, nothing at all.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Phil_A on May 08, 2015, 08:58:26 pm
A gull shits on a man's shoulder as he walks to a Work Programme interview. The stain never quite comes out of his jacket.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Big Jack McBastard on May 08, 2015, 09:04:33 pm
Boris Johnson is permitted to do something.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on May 08, 2015, 09:47:20 pm
Simon Hughes pops into Halfords for some new windscreen wipers, but the model he needs are out of stock.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on May 09, 2015, 07:18:31 am
A lovely old grandad called Tom tries to get his grandson to have some fun on a pogostick like he did when he was a nipper, one bounce and he comes clattering down breaking his hip on the patio. The uninterested child looks up from his ipad for 2 seconds before returning to minecraft. Tom just lies there, gently moaning staring up at a clear blue sky, for 3 hours.

The head of A+E in England and Wales goes on a "mad" weekend in Amsterdam smashing 9g of ket over the course of an evening.

A scruffy man posts on a thread called nothing but 'Desolation' at 7 in the morning on a Saturday before going to work a menial job for shit pay on a zero hour contract. He thinks about the next 5 years.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 09, 2015, 08:36:01 am
A Daily Mail reader stands at his window of his cul-de-sac bungalow all day long, watching learner drivers repeatedly fail to reverse park, whilst emitting the occasional guttural chuckle. He is naked from the waist down. His wife just tuts and goes back to her Agatha Christie novels and flat ginger beer, whilst wearing comfortable beige shoes she bought from that Kleeneze man who looks like Harry H. Corbett. £1.99 they were, wasn't that a bargain?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on May 09, 2015, 09:07:09 am
A gaggle of aggressively bald men and Rod Stewart-face/haired women mill their red, toneless limbs in dancing a celebratory conga through the streets of Benidorm before heading home to smash laughter through the air at Mike Reid Live! clips on YouTube
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on May 09, 2015, 11:58:17 am
EDIT: Fuck , meant to edit this.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Fabian Thomsett on May 09, 2015, 02:06:36 pm
Iain Duncan Smith coming in Paul Dacre's mouth.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on May 09, 2015, 02:19:04 pm
After getting his pint of bitter spiked, a man vomits on the first train home. The conductor orders him to remove the soiled seat cover and dispose of it in the station.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Trichomania on May 09, 2015, 04:48:54 pm
Poundland worker, 17, quits after bosses search her bra for stolen cash in front of shoppers

oh wait that happened (http://metro.co.uk/2015/05/09/poundland-worker-quits-after-bosses-search-her-bra-for-stolen-cash-in-front-of-shoppers-5188852/)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on May 09, 2015, 04:53:06 pm
Poundland worker, 17, quits after bosses search her bra for stolen cash in front of shoppers

Not without precedent (http://hoaxes.org/archive/permalink/the_brassiere_brigade).
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on May 09, 2015, 05:01:34 pm
A woman, upon phoning her mum for their weekly chat, discovers that her father voted Conservative two days before.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on May 09, 2015, 05:06:08 pm
This seat

(http://i.imgur.com/N04Ir2M.jpg)


Note the greasy matted area at around head height. An elderly lady probably breathed her last whilst watching a re-run of Heartbeat sitting on this seat.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 09, 2015, 05:54:33 pm
A woman, upon phoning her mum for their weekly chat, discovers that her father voted Conservative two days before.

This actually happened. Except replace woman with man and then man with me.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on May 09, 2015, 05:58:54 pm
You are Cerys and I claim my £5
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 09, 2015, 05:59:24 pm
A young couple spend 2 weeks in a quaint town on the Italian coast. They spend their whole time there eating at the faux English pubs and fish and chips.

They tell their parents upon returning home that it's a lovely place except no one spoke English.

"Ridiculous, isn't it?" One of them replies, shaking their head.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on May 09, 2015, 07:07:42 pm
The last remaining regular on the Lost Prophets subreddit wants to know why people don't want to just talk about the music. The following day, he calls a family meeting and makes an impassioned speech about how he needs all of his clan to vote conservative for the good of the nation. It works and they all do. Meanwhile, his mentally ill next door neighbour - who was unable to vote for various reasons - dies having never seen breasts.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on May 09, 2015, 07:35:30 pm
An ungainly oddball in his mid thirties sits alone in Wetherspoons with a hot chocolate, waiting for a chatroom friend who'll never turn up. He eavesdrops on two young men of student age discussing their latest sexual encounters with a bored flippancy and casual cadence he cannot even begin to comprehend. It is a social rank and natural ease with life he never has and never will experience or achieve.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on May 09, 2015, 08:17:27 pm
A co-dependant bear regrets escaping from the circus. Freshly caught fish doesn't taste the way it used to.

It begins trying to piss in it's own mouth to pass the time.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 09, 2015, 08:39:29 pm
A pervert in Dundee with teeth like a witch-doctor's necklace (that were last brushed when Jimmy Savile still roamed the earth), laughs at a grainy online video of a man having a seizure at an airshow.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 09, 2015, 08:46:35 pm
Friday night at a chippy in Leigh and a beer-gutted thug angrily demands his £1.50 back as his chips are luke warm.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 09, 2015, 08:57:29 pm
A lonely man nods off forever soundtracked by Harold Budd and Robin Guthrie.

As the dust motes glitter in the fading autumnal light, a balding man - a member of a popular comedy forum - pisses through the letter box after taking various goads on the said forum, a little too literally.

It is the wrong house.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dex Sawash on May 09, 2015, 10:45:45 pm


(http://i.imgur.com/N04Ir2M.jpg)



A discarded but once-loved chair releases its bladder on the pavement after dying a lonely death.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on May 09, 2015, 10:58:17 pm
A balding man - a member of a popular comedy forum - having drunkenly pissed through his neighbor's letter box the previous evening, posts a lightly fictionalized version of said pissing on said forum in an attempt to assuage his guilt.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 09, 2015, 11:32:16 pm
I've just discovered that you can dictate posts on the iPhone. Let's have a go.

A balding man dictates his last Will and testament in a comedy forum post
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 09, 2015, 11:37:11 pm
I've just discovered that you can dictate posts on the iPhone. Let's have a go.

A balding man dictates his last Will and testament in a comedy forum post

"Will" starts with a capital. Did it think you meant a bloke called Will?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: DukeDeMondo on May 09, 2015, 11:43:40 pm
A woman scrubs the last of an image of her dead daughter from a commemorative plate that her pished-done goon of a boyfriend has just used to eat a fish supper off.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dex Sawash on May 09, 2015, 11:51:59 pm
a bloke called Will

Johnny Cash early drafts
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 10, 2015, 12:01:38 am
You, buying a reduced-price meal for one at your local Kwik Save, whilst the Oompa-Loompa-hued cashier conducts an inane conversation with the person behind you, a plumber whose head looks like a big fuck-off butterbean. They don't even care if you live or die, cos everyone's all pally and knows each other and it's all epic banter and one big party. Except you're not invited, you never are, and never have been, you sad, awkward raincloud. You shuffle out of the automatic doors, into the indifferent world you call home.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 10, 2015, 11:53:40 am
"Will" starts with a capital. Did it think you meant a bloke called Will?


Ooo vudge knightmare sac, concrete collapse, half-dead legged thing...willcome, in flu jaaaaaab
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on May 11, 2015, 06:26:09 pm
(http://www.achewood.com/comic.php?date=11052001)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 11, 2015, 08:14:46 pm
A beaky schoolgirl cries in a stairwell after the class bully reads out a rough draft of her rambling love letter to a teacher - in a really squeaky, exaggerated, but instantly recognisable version of her voice.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on May 12, 2015, 08:38:23 am
Steve drinks the pint of fosters out of a manky old work boot, he's not playing a drinking game.







Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 12, 2015, 09:21:44 am
She had cared for him with such tenderness as an infant.

*Strobe effect*

She believes that in those early years there was an emotion close to what they call love.

*Strobe effect*

But as the infant became a boy, and the boy became a man, she felt that quasi-tenderness ebb away like piss down a deep drain.

*Strobe effect speeding up*

Now, as the dusk settles on her bungalow and the harsh light pulses in the squat living room, she wishes she had never adopted Michael when he was 4 months old.

As the men in black uniforms approach, blue light throbbing in her mind, she give vents to a primordial roar of rage and despair.

"Christine Gove, I am arresting you on suspicion of complicity in a terrorist attack. You do not have to say anything...In Cameron nos fides. Ut hyacintho praeire..."

Michael, you bastard, you treacherous bastard!!!

-----Footnote------
Since the Conservative Government outlawed socialist beliefs in 2017, over 6 million people have been imprisoned, tortured and killed by state-funded justice squads, overseen by Justice Secretary Sir Michael Gove.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on May 12, 2015, 10:41:49 pm
Trawling through Google Images for the history of lingerie 1980-1999, a delighted forum users discovers the internet has aggregated his search history and now targets him with fit women wearing only bras on virtually every web page with an advert on it.

Shame Time.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on May 12, 2015, 10:49:13 pm
After his career crumbles, Stewart Lee ends his days starring in cheap bukkake films. One day, kneeling in the middle of a group of plump middle-aged men squirting pale arcs of penile venom across his face, he catches a glimpse of his own reflection in the eye of the camera. "At least I've still got my hair," he thinks, and smiles a broad and genuine smile.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on May 12, 2015, 10:53:26 pm
Thing is, having hair would be a major inconvenience if you were starring in a series of cheap bukkake films. He'd have to spend each night picking bits of flaked jizz from his tendrils while staring into the mirror, in the reflection he catches a TV advert for Richard Herring's Tedious Concept With Which To Tack On A Load Of Incongruous Tired Observations Tour, he's still doing well for himself.

Desolate.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on May 12, 2015, 10:58:06 pm
A balding man - a member of a popular comedy forum - reluctantly agrees to ejaculate on Stewart Lee's face for a cheap bukkake film, but finds himself unable to orgasm upon jealously noticing Lee's comparatively-full head of hair.[1]
 1. Lee and the other ejaculators laugh at him as he is ushered away from the front of the line and ordered out of the dingy hotel ballroom.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 12, 2015, 11:09:05 pm
A balding man - also from a popular comedy forum - masturbates slowly to said Stewart Lee film.

Post-orgasm, and he's depressed again.

He hugs his pillow as he drifts off to sleep.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 12, 2015, 11:22:04 pm
A boy is taken to an arcade by his passive aggressive stepmother, and given £1 to last the whole day, whilst she chats up the man in the prize booth who looks like a Poundland Gary Lineker. The boy excitedly inserts the £1 into a hideously-dated first person shooter by SEGA - his character dies almost immediately.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on May 12, 2015, 11:58:42 pm
A librarian gets thrush but delays treatment until the symptoms become unbearably bad.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on May 13, 2015, 09:29:04 am
As he briskly lathers up his hands and forearms in stinging blue industrial washing up liquid after wiping his fourteenth geriatric rectum of the day, a sunken faced man is struck by the enormity of the fact he is nothing more than just another steadily decaying organism that exists entirely by fucking accident on a dying, hurtling rock of complete bullshit.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 13, 2015, 01:07:03 pm
A 38 year old dad returns to a nightclub he last frequented in 1996, and waits to be served at the bar. There are no familiar faces, and the music is some sort of hideous folk-electro-synth fusion. Dozens of identikit hipsters, all of them painfully self-aware, get served before him, despite arriving after him.

The pretty young barmaid finally serves him, with a look of disgust and pity on her face. A smile is not forthcoming. He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror behind the bar - a fat, haggard Voldemort stares back.

It was never like this in the Shed Seven days.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on May 13, 2015, 11:03:58 pm
A fat goth scribbles a poofy suicide note with a fading lumunious marker. It goes unnoticed in the clean up.

A profoundly disabled child sees the puppy his parents bought for his Xmas and is overcome with excitement and joy.  These emotions manifest themselves as screeches that his mother mistakes for fear.  She takes the puppy back to the pet shop.

A 2010 a half wit performs sexual acts on a fishmonger for a box of VHS tapes and an open packet of Toffifee.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ollyboro on May 13, 2015, 11:15:30 pm
A man, blackmailed into being the recipient at a Bukkake party looks through the slits of his gimp mask and the strings of spunk, straight into the spite filled frenzied eyes of his estranged father.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on May 14, 2015, 12:39:34 pm


A profoundly disabled child sees the puppy his parents bought for his Xmas and is overcome with excitement and joy.  These emotions manifest themselves as screeches that his mother mistakes for fear.  She takes the puppy back to the pet shop.

Oh my god.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on May 14, 2015, 02:01:43 pm
A schizophrenic man kicks a two year old to the pavement and stamps repeatedly and with full force on the child's head. No one stops to help.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 14, 2015, 02:30:17 pm
A schizophrenic man kicks a two year old to the pavement and stamps repeatedly and with full force on the child's head. No one stops to help.

Cameron's Britain in full swing.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 14, 2015, 02:31:28 pm
An Albanian neo-nazi thug and a peasant farmer share a quiet moment together laughing at news reports of Cameron's Britain disintegrating into riots, corruption and economic ruin.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Big Jack McBastard on May 14, 2015, 02:45:56 pm
A profoundly disabled child sees the puppy his parents bought for his Xmas and is overcome with excitement and joy.  These emotions manifest themselves as screeches that his mother mistakes for fear.  She takes the puppy back to the pet shop.

<Tuts>

They *could* have had it put down.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 14, 2015, 02:50:52 pm
A bored lad is taken to his senile grandad's house in 1989. To alleviate the mind-numbing tedium of hard fig rolls, flat Rola Cola and repeats of Going For Gold, he pretends to have a piss on his grandad, from a massive imaginary penis, before being slapped round the ear by his repressed, bubble-permed mother. She is now resigned to a joyless lifetime of helping others, but getting nowt back in return.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on May 14, 2015, 02:57:56 pm
A bored lad is taken to his senile grandad's house in 1989. To alleviate the mind-numbing tedium of hard fig rolls, flat Rola Cola and repeats of Going For Gold, he pretends to have a piss on his grandad, from a massive imaginary penis, before being slapped round the ear by his repressed, bubble-permed mother. She is now resigned to a joyless lifetime of helping others, but getting nowt back in return.

you missed the bit where she helps others out of a sense of duty and martyrdom, resenting those she supports instead of directing her frustration at her own inability to say no, a result of being raised by violent, hypercritical alcoholics.

First chapter of the biography is really coming along though, cheers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Big Jack McBastard on May 14, 2015, 03:02:00 pm
An 8 year old cancer patient loses her eye and half of her facial bone structure to the spreading malevolence within her skull, doctors manage to stem the spread shortly thereafter.

Her twin sister goes on to become an internationally famous actress and model.

They don't communicate.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sherringford Hovis on May 14, 2015, 03:11:37 pm
puppy ... pet shop.

A shop. That sells puppies.

<shudder>
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on May 14, 2015, 06:12:38 pm
In an alternate universe Des Lynam suffers a crisis of faith as he discovers for the first time, in his honeymoon suite, that woman do indeed fart.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on May 14, 2015, 10:29:58 pm
A profoundly disabled child overhears his parents discussing whether they should volunteer him to co-star as the ejaculatee in a cheap bukkake film also featuring Stewart Lee, and is overcome with fear. These emotions manifest themselves as screeches that his mother mistakes for excitement and joy. She takes her son to the dingy hotel ballroom at the appointed time.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: HupHupHup on May 14, 2015, 10:32:48 pm
A dying man accidentally writes an apologetic note to his young daughter in disappearing ink.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on May 14, 2015, 10:35:53 pm
A glum man staring down the barrel of 40 realises that not one single stranger has ever said something pleasant, or made anything even approaching what could be construed as a sexually approving remark to him in all his life. He shrugs and decides to take solace in his favourite online comedy forum, where hundreds of defeated and downtrodden men and a few women just like him share their stories of real life alienation, struggle and horror. He's got that at least. He'll always have that.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ollyboro on May 14, 2015, 10:39:54 pm
A glum man staring down the barrel of 40 realises that not one single stranger has ever said something pleasant, or made anything even approaching what could be construed as a sexually approving remark to him in all his life. He shrugs and decides to take solace in his favourite online comedy forum, where hundreds of defeated and downtrodden men and a few women just like him share their stories of real life alienation, struggle and horror. He's got that at least. He'll always have that.
I'm sorry, dear. Did you lock the backdoor ?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on May 14, 2015, 10:40:53 pm
That's m'boy!, declares a beaming husband-burier, at the sight of her eight year old Ian hanging squeakless shrews with used dental floss.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on May 14, 2015, 10:41:23 pm
A glum man staring down the barrel of 40 realises that not one single stranger has ever said something pleasant, or made anything even approaching what could be construed as a sexually approving remark to him in all his life. He shrugs and decides to take solace in his favourite online comedy forum, where hundreds of defeated and downtrodden men and a few women just like him share their stories of real life alienation, struggle and horror. He's got that at least. He'll always have that.

Someone on his favourite online comedy forum replies to a desolate post he wrote, saying, "You are a very sexually attractive man with a wit and intelligence as enormous as your penis". That someone is a particularly advanced spambot which dupes him into a year-long cyber relationship and then steals all of his money, siphoning it off to fund an international terrorist organisation. He is arrested, and spends the rest of his life alone on Diego Garcia.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on May 14, 2015, 10:42:54 pm
A glum man staring down the barrel of 40 realises that not one single stranger has ever said something pleasant, or made anything even approaching what could be construed as a sexually approving remark to him in all his life. He shrugs and decides to take solace in his favourite online comedy forum, where hundreds of defeated and downtrodden men and a few women just like him share their stories of real life alienation, struggle and horror. He's got that at least. He'll always have that.

You are a very sexually attractive man with a wit and intelligence as enormous as your penis.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ollyboro on May 14, 2015, 10:43:08 pm
A depressed man is told to "fuck off" by his lifelong hero, Simon Weston, just as the DFDS Booze Cruise Holiday ferry he's on starts burning.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on May 14, 2015, 10:55:56 pm
It's a gorgeous day in London, 24 degrees, hotter than Portugal apparently!
She lies on her back in Hyde park staring up at the blue sky, the occasional passing cloud only accentuating the lovely weather, a gentle breeze rustles the tree leaves nearby. She tries not to think about it, tries to enjoy the nice weather and sound of people enjoying themselves in the sunshine, tries to relax for just 10 minutes in the sun and not worry. She can't. She hates herself and nothing anyone says will ever change that.

Buzz Bee the Brentford FC mascot has a sly wank in his costume during the first half, staring out of the big cartoon eyes at pretty much any woman he sees in the stands. No one can see him in here. Safe in here. Safe as.
At halftime he gets his picture taken with a hairless child in a wheelchair who's suffering from leukemia.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ollyboro on May 14, 2015, 11:02:54 pm
A woman pushes her  disabled child out a helicopter, then remembers that she hasn't taken out Wheelchair Insurance.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 14, 2015, 11:05:40 pm
A lonely and fed-up 20 something, having a kitchen full of fresh food and ingredients, disregards cooking for the evening and settles instead for sub-standard fish and chips from down the road.

He sits down to watch Question Time with a sense of regret and growing anger.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 14, 2015, 11:10:46 pm
An old widow sets her dress and legs on fire whilst trying to warm herself from the storm outside, which wouldn't have happened had she been living with someone who can look after her.

As she lies in her hospital bed in pain, her only source of emotional turmoil comes from her estranged son not once paying her a visit.

He's meanwhile making feeble and pathetic love to his abusive girlfriend whilst Big Brother broadcasts to no one in the corner of their damp and dingy bedsit.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 15, 2015, 07:44:41 am
A glum man staring down the barrel of 40 realises that not one single stranger has ever said something pleasant, or made anything even approaching what could be construed as a sexually approving remark to him in all his life. He shrugs and decides to take solace in his favourite online comedy forum, where hundreds of defeated and downtrodden men and a few women just like him share their stories of real life alienation, struggle and horror. He's got that at least. He'll always have that.

A few weeks later, Neil writes:

"Due to the mounting costs for server maintenance, coupled with the current Government's plans to suppress free speech, it is with great sadness that I announce the immediate closure of Cookd and Bombd"

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 15, 2015, 07:47:08 am
Bert finds a dead toad in a carton of organic Irish milk.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 15, 2015, 07:59:29 am
Bert finds a dead toad in a carton of organic Irish milk.

He drinks it anyway.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on May 15, 2015, 11:47:01 am
He drinks it anyway.

Wringing the last few drops of milk out of the toad and into his gaping mouth, he suddenly realises that he is being gawped at by a bus full of horrified school children, including his own estranged son. He continues, but now the toad milk doesn't taste half as nice.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 15, 2015, 12:14:18 pm
Toad! finds dead Bert in a carton of organic Irish milk.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ollyboro on May 15, 2015, 01:30:35 pm
Gerry and Kate McCann are invited to a fancy dress party. Their hosts answer the door dressed as Ian Brady and Myra Hindley.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on May 15, 2015, 07:34:49 pm
Gerry and Kate McCann are invited to a fancy dress party. Their hosts answer the door dressed as Ian Brady and Myra Hindley.

The Mcann's come as Sidney Cook and Irma Grese. Ian Brady starts an affair with Irma Grese While Sidney Cook and myra set up a do it yourself childrens hospice in Lockerbie.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on May 15, 2015, 07:37:11 pm
Gerry McCann does a devil's horn and tongue-out pose in front of the 'Arbeit Macht Frei' sign at Auschwitz.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on May 15, 2015, 07:48:46 pm
this one is true -ish

An amoral local half wit known to her small group of friends as Diesel Dyke pretends that her daughter is missing and was last seen in Fred West's house, circa the time of the digging up, as a result said halfwit makes it to the front page of the local paper. Her daughter who has been staying with her Gran in a nearby village tells the paper that her mum is slightly odd and a bit of an attention seeker. There is a retraction of the story in a later edition of the paper.The mother tracks down her daughter to the playing fields of the village and starts to physically assault her. During the prolonged pummelling the mother subjects her daughter to a bizarre  tirade of racial slurs, repeatedly calling her daughter; you paki bastard,  you German bastard, a gyppo and an aborigine. The locals just stood around and laughed.

On a side note, when I was ten I was accused by this maniacs then husband (who is now living as a woman) that I was sleeping with her.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on May 15, 2015, 11:11:32 pm
A snarling Hobgoblin breaks into a demented grandma's house just to lacerate her shins and scream at her, punch her cat.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on May 17, 2015, 01:47:14 am
A 97 year old great grandmother smiles for a photograph with her fulsome family. She beams merrily for the camera, yet a sombre atmosphere infiltrates the picture. There is an undeniable terror shot across her forced expression and wide open eyes. She is frightened shitless of her inevitable and imminent demise.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on May 17, 2015, 12:46:10 pm
One gloomy Tuesday he enacts his Peter's Mad Thought.  Very briefly, he is happy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on May 17, 2015, 12:56:34 pm
A man travels to Aberystwyth to tip a Welsh disabled woman - the worst kind of disabled woman - out of her wheelchair in public. She lands in a puddle of dribble containing a toddler and a broken Nintendo DS.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on May 17, 2015, 01:00:49 pm
A pube on a breezeblock
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ollyboro on May 17, 2015, 01:16:04 pm
After 60 years of marriage, a recently bereaved widower trips headfirst into a pile of his brother's discarded wank socks and is instantly reminded of the smell of his dead wife's breath.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on May 17, 2015, 04:06:20 pm
^ I bet this actually happened.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 18, 2015, 08:57:06 am
Watching the girl you've built your dreams around (in your mind), walking hand in hand through a park with someone better than you in every way possible. They laugh at a beagle catching a frisbee, they laugh at two squirrels frolicking up a sycamore tree. They laugh at her shoe falling off whilst playing crazy golf. They spot you from afar, and he whispers in her ear, causing her to laugh uncontrollably. You turn to walk back to your dank bedsit, and stand in a dog shit of mammoth proportions, utterly ruining your hush puppies.

- Your life, in a nutshell.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on May 18, 2015, 09:20:10 am
A man awakes to find himself in pitch black darkness, his eyes are open but he can't see anything, he stumbles up and into the side of the enclosed space, the "walls" have a rough organic texture, he kicks and shouts and screams, punching the walls as hard as he can. After tiring himself out he crumples to the floor exhausted, he starts to weep. Through the streaming tears and mucus he notices a distinct smell, it smells.... nutty. This is it. This is his life in a nutshell.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ollyboro on May 18, 2015, 09:42:53 am
A man's haemorrhoids pop as he is forced, by gun toting Somali pirates, to defecate into the mouth of his most insecure child. Next door, his wife is clearly not faking any of her orgasms. The language barrier prevents the man from explaining that his child has a severe nut and sweet corn allergy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 18, 2015, 10:04:26 am
An unloved child  sneaks out of his house to go to an arcade and pretend to play the games whilst the demos run. He even makes the appropriate sound effects. He returns home 7 hours later - his mam hadn't even noticed he'd gone.

For tea, he has nowt-on-toast and a puddle in a mug.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on May 18, 2015, 12:06:38 pm
A mother badger is hurrying home with food for her young. She is crushed under the merciless wheels of a lorry taking unbought Christmas decorations to a landfill, her guts seep out of her burst sides and are pecked at by crows. Back at the set, her children starve and die thinking that she has wilfully deserted them.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shameless Custard on May 18, 2015, 07:52:31 pm
That Bloke Who Played Jar Jar Binks remembers the good times

(https://s.yimg.com/cd/resizer/2.0/FIT_TO_WIDTH-w500/622ac0db5a4df584d300c1fb7d3a49d438bdd201.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 18, 2015, 07:58:08 pm
Friday night: TV dinner.

No TV.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 18, 2015, 08:02:31 pm
In a Wetherspoons, a couple of students enjoying a quiet pint after a day's studying.

A hen party walks past the window, all half-cut on Lambrini and WKD. The bride-to-be is carrying an inflatable male sex doll. They goad her into rubbing it and its rubber cock up against the 'Spoons window, which she does without protest, laughing at the bewildered students.

They leave as quickly as they appeared.

The doll has left a smear of some sort on the glass.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on May 18, 2015, 08:03:44 pm
A forty-two-year-old woman suddenly finds Jar Jar Binks attractive.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on May 18, 2015, 08:12:42 pm
Without stopping to ask herself why,  a 42 year old woman roots through a toy box to retrieve a 12" Jar Jar Binks figure.  She inverts it and uses its much hated rubbery face as a rudimentary frigging device.  She tries to get it in,  but the shoulders are too broad.

Sated,  it goes back in the toy box,  unwashed.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 18, 2015, 08:15:03 pm
A morris dancer spots a lad doing 'the walk of shame' past his house on a Sunday morning, and giggles smugly to himself. It soon dawns on him that at least the lad has experienced a real vagina. An impotent rage builds up inside him, the smile shrivels quickly from his corn-beef noggin, and he violently hurls an unfinished airfix Fokke into the side of his pastel-hued wank cabinet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 18, 2015, 08:21:52 pm
A shy, sweet-hearted and intelligent young woman breaks down in tears during a coffee break at work, confiding in her colleague from across the desk, Sue, about her suspected infidelities of her partner, and is wondering whether to call off the marriage.

Sue, genuinely thinking it good advice, suggests with utmost sincerity to go on Jeremy Kyle.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on May 18, 2015, 08:55:50 pm
Argos
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on May 18, 2015, 08:58:17 pm
Rhyl.

The Argos in Rhyl.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on May 18, 2015, 09:02:20 pm
The returns queue in the Rhyl Argos.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on May 18, 2015, 09:04:13 pm
A middle-aged spinster working at the returns desk in the Rhyl Argos.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on May 18, 2015, 09:34:40 pm
A middle-aged spinster working at the returns desk in the Rhyl Argos fails to offer a refund to a man returning a Jools Holland CD as he doesn't have the right receipt. He goes home crestfallen and commits suicide by sticking his head in the gas oven, to the sounds of a middle-of-the-road boogie-woogie jazz version of Coltrane's My Favourite Things.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 19, 2015, 07:59:58 am

Friday night: TV dinner.

No TV.

No dinner either. It's Monday as well.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: paolozzi on May 19, 2015, 10:42:34 am
A Mancunian can't afford to put his sick cat down so he tries to flog it on curry mile.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 19, 2015, 10:45:37 am
He succeeds.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: paolozzi on May 19, 2015, 10:57:26 am
An old man suffers a nasty fall whilst running to the toilet the morning after going to curry mile.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on May 19, 2015, 12:32:41 pm
Rolf Harris attempts to entertain his fellow inmates using a rudimentary didgeridoo fashioned from toilet roll tubes.  Big Harry likes it.  Too much.  Later, Rolf sobs as he squeezes a blood-rimmed bowel movement into the toilet bowl.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shameless Custard on May 19, 2015, 09:00:15 pm
Jeff dies a bit like Christine in Inside No. 9, but instead of being presented with a lovingly made photo album stuffed with beautiful memories, there is but one picture

His uncle Peter Stringfellow, when he wore that thong that time

http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2011/08/17/article-2027067-0D787DE100000578-669_468x603.jpg
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dannyhood91 on May 19, 2015, 09:05:01 pm
Hugo had come to visit Paris to unwind, while on break from curating The Museum of European Art in South London, leaving his affairs with his twin brother Oscar. He'd chosen to stay in a charming little three bedroom apartment run by a local couple who'd taken it upon themselves to put of guests after their children had all flown the nest. It was a cosy establishment with home cooked food prepared by the wife who was masterful at crafting fulfilling dishes with the local produce. Hugo, being fluent in French, having studied painting there in his youth, would converse nightly by the roaring fireplace with the old man, and after several glasses of wine, their conversation would lead steadily onto passionate discussions about French culture, creativity and philosophy before they bid their good-nights and retired to their respective rooms. Hugo would often go to bed with both his hunger for food and conversation satisfied as he laid down to slumber in his bed. On his third day he awoke in a good mood. The sunlight softly shining through the curtains gently rousing him from his rest. After rubbing his eyes, Hugo looked to his left by the chest of draws next to his bed and picked up the copy of For Whom The Bell Tolls by his favourite American author, Ernest Hemmingway. After twenty minutes reading he decided to get up and shower before heading to his wardrobe of dark rustic wood to retrieve his outfit for the day. It was to be, beige slacks, white socks with brown loafers and a dark blue turtle neck. He casually sauntered down stairs with his note pad and pencil he grabbed from his bedroom, where he found the old man in the kitchen grinding coffee. His kindly eyes glistened from behind the circular spectacles that rested on the end of his pudgy nose. The sunlight shining in from the window behind his head seem to illuminate his smile as he bids Hugo a fine morning. Hugo explains that he won't be stopping for breakfast and indicates towards the front door. The old man just nods with approval and bids him a fond farewell. Huge is greeted with the sound of birdsong and general good cheer from the residents as they wander the cobbled streets of Paris. Smells and sounds titillate Hugo's senses as he strolls the streets that are teaming with activity. Lovers hand in hand, old men playing chess, people dining. The blood of culture was positivity pulsating through these cobbles. After much walking and indulging in a light brunch. Hugo finds a quaint traditional bistro that overlooks a pristine river with trees leaned in poses that are almost an encapsulation of the pristine figures of the ballet dancers Hugo loved so much. He chooses this as a place to collect his thought. He sits there, eventually ordering a bottle of red wine and opts to accompany this with a cigarette. He withdraws his pad and pencil and begins to sketch. Many hours go by and many more cigarettes are stubbed out and glasses of wine quaffed as Hugo continues to scribble and glance up at the same scenery which inspired the likes of Monte and Van Gough. After a time the sun is beginning to lower behind the spires of the cities architecture, presenting them as titans of antiquity. Hugo extinguishes his final cigarette into the overflowing ash tray and gulps the last remnants of his wine, looks at his sketch with a grin, folds it up and sets it down on the table, pinning it under his ashtray. He stands up put oh his chair with a content smile and wanders off into the twilight labyrinth of Paris. Who's to say where he found himself next. Come the midnight hour, the waitress who had been serving Hugo during his stop, barely into womanhood, with doleful blue eyes, the delicate skin of virgin white porcelain and hair as bright yellow as the flame of a Roman candle, is cleaning tables outside, when she notices a folded up bit of paper under an ashtray. She picks it up out of curiosity, unfolds it and closely inspects the drawing. It's a very shit drawing of her with a massively spunky cock shoved reet in er' fuckin' mouth.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on May 19, 2015, 09:15:28 pm
A man fails to use paragraphs whilst posting at 9pm on a Chris Morris themed comedy forum.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on May 20, 2015, 02:12:55 am
From the Daily Mail:

NHS still hiring Filipino nurses!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on May 21, 2015, 08:33:48 am
An emotionally crippled,  repressed homosexual desperately seeks attention on an internet forum.  He does not succeed and while having an angerwank,  loses yet another Vicks inhaler up his fartbox.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 21, 2015, 10:23:59 pm
A £1 birthday card left unbought and abandoned at a self-service checkout in Tesco.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 22, 2015, 10:24:49 am
Summer, 1999. A coach-load of buzzing young lads go for a massive night out in one of the big Nightclubs. One of them is told by bouncers that his attire is inappropriate for the club. He is forced to sit alone in the pitch black coach for 7 hours - in these dark days before Iphones - whilst his mates go out of their minds on phat beats, wizz, and so many horny young women it's not even funny.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on May 22, 2015, 12:41:08 pm
A trial period is failed at a Card Factory.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dex Sawash on May 22, 2015, 12:58:01 pm
A trial period is failed at a Card Factory.

Where is el nombre  ?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on May 22, 2015, 03:17:24 pm
A 17 year old girl's first attempt at making apricot jam leads to a fridge having to be disposed of unethically. To make herself feel better she commands her 14 year old boyfriend to give her oral sex for the fifth time that weekend, warning him that if he doesn't do a good enough job this time she'll hit him on the side of the head with a small plastic toy boat.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 23, 2015, 11:28:05 am
A male and female office worker with a mutual love of Will Ferrell's 'Anchorman' spend a fun, flirty morning quoting the film at each other across their desk. Out of the blue,  their colleague - a bald man with a fetid arse - shouts 'I'm gonna punch you in the ovary!' totally out of context, then laughs to himself.

A frosty silence ensues.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: holyzombiejesus on May 23, 2015, 05:11:52 pm
Looking through all the different varieties of shower gel in Morrisons, trying to pick one to put in the food bank box. Eventually going for the one called 'Pamper Yourself'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on May 24, 2015, 06:52:39 pm
A mangy cat bobs for pallid baked beans in a cold, detergent-less bowl of washing up water as its owner decomposes in front of an infomercial for a special kind of hosepipe.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on May 24, 2015, 07:28:37 pm
A mangeless cat chews on the remains of its owner as it watches its idiot sister chase beans.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on May 24, 2015, 07:34:26 pm
Mother found pushing dead child on playground swing (http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/northamerica/usa/11625696/Mother-found-pushing-dead-child-on-a-swing.html)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on May 24, 2015, 07:48:17 pm
You just had to take it too far, didn't you?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 24, 2015, 08:00:00 pm
Tommy Cooper dons a massive cloak. Tommy Cooper thanks his assistant. Tommy Cooper starts to feel funny. Tommy Cooper starts to lose his balance. Tommy Cooper collapses into his cloak and falls backwards through the curtains. Tommy Cooper hears raucous laughter. Tommy Cooper catches a glimpse of someone, the last human being he will ever see - it's Les Dennis. Tommy Cooper is pitched into an eternal darkness.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on May 24, 2015, 09:10:13 pm
(http://www.bestforfilm.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Withnail-and-I-remake.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on May 25, 2015, 09:32:49 pm
On a balmy evening in late May, a bloke kneels to eat vindaloo from a plate on the floor while half-watching The Matrix. He isn't wearing any trousers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on May 25, 2015, 09:50:00 pm
A man called Gary changes his name to Alan.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on May 25, 2015, 09:54:15 pm
The head of the UK branch of the Javier Zanetti Appreciation Society travels to America and goes under the knife in the hope of getting a chin just as magnificent as his hero's. During the operation there are complications and he goes into a coma. His life is in the balance. The doctor - originally from Argentina - makes all the right calls at the right time and soon he is awake and healthier than ever.

He makes it back to Scunthorpe just in time to attend an anti immigration rally.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on May 25, 2015, 11:02:18 pm
"For Christ's sake love, keep yer bloody nightie on" barks a wheezing emphysema riddled voice from behind a locked bathroom door, as the very last guest at Su Pollard's 65th birthday party carefully tiptoes their way towards the front door.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on May 26, 2015, 12:47:37 am
A young man with Rocky Dennis syndrome volunteers at a camp for blind women, only to discover that everyone thinks he is boring and has a shit personality.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 26, 2015, 10:08:37 am
Sat in the dark eating cheap beans, and realising that Bobby Davro and Dappy from Ndubz have done more with their lives than you ever will.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ollyboro on May 26, 2015, 11:02:04 am
During an unattended book signing at an obscure and provincial store, a passing tramp waves an Andy Murray biography at Tim Henman; flicks some jizz at him and shouts "Come on Tim!!"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 26, 2015, 11:25:55 am
A female office worker runs through her front door and sobs uncontrollably into her Kermit the frog collection, upon finding out her colleagues call her 'Kakky Betty.' She is 49, and not even called Betty.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 26, 2015, 12:24:16 pm
Mahatma Gandhi rages "Fuck world peace" as he enters the 8th hour of chronic diarrhoea after consuming some mangy street curry that he reckons must have contained cat.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 26, 2015, 02:36:27 pm
After listening to a Danish radio show a confused and drunk layabout golfs his neighbour's cat over his garage roof with a shovel in what he believes to be his bit for improving animal welfare.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on May 26, 2015, 11:34:28 pm
Simon, aged seven, enjoys his first ever trip to the beach with his local community group for paraplegic children. With the brakes in his wheelchair on, facing the sea, he smells the wonderful sea air as it merges with the fragrant vinegar of his fish and chips. As he prepares to savour his first ever mouthful of fish and chips, a bawdy young gull descends on him, stealing the entire package. It stands out as the single most traumatic event of his childhood bar his tragic paralysis.

Given just weeks to live at the age of fifty-two, Simon decides to return to the seaside resort of his youth. After being wheeled by Dave, his pizza-faced young carer, to the site of the childhood incident, he prepares to savour one last taste of fish and chips, his favourite food. An old seagull with frayed feathers swoops on Simon, stealing his chips. Weighed down by the bag of chips, the seagull crashes to the ground, smashing its head open right in front of Simon and making one last mocking "ha" before it dies. As he looks down at the seagull, a horrible sense of recognition washes over Simon. He realises it is the same seagull that haunted his youth. The tragedy of the moment is brutally punctured by Dave's laughs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on May 27, 2015, 08:46:29 am
Ray Stubbs has a diarrhoea attack at an immigration detention centre.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: zomgmouse on May 27, 2015, 10:00:33 am
Thrice-used handkerchief with the monogram loose, crumpled in the back jeans pocket of a wet homeless man.

Manual lawnmowers rusting in a trench.

Your baby dog's got colitis.

Accidentally dropping tasteless chewing gum onto your day-old sock because you dozed off for a minute in the last train home to Dulwich because you spent all evening jogging after a frayed squirrel that scratched your pimply thigh as you sat on a mossy bench eating wispy crumbs of stale BBQ crisps out of a makeshift tinfoil satchel.

A makeshift tinfoil satchel.

Treadmill maintenance.

Lifts getting stuck one floor above the ground floor and you're in it with an accountant because you are also an accountant but not as good as the one you're in the lift with. The other accountant has smelly dandruff. And colitis.

Ripped plastic bags collection.

Any plastic bags collection.

Rotting banana skins in the back of your couch.

Chipping your tooth on a half-pencil.

Tuna.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 27, 2015, 10:13:16 am
The look of utter terror on the face of a jobless bi-polar woman with three kids aged 2, 4 and 9, on the first day of the Summer Holidays, whilst they run amok like feral pixies during the second screening of 'Frozen' that day. It is 6:53am.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 27, 2015, 12:49:15 pm
A cracked Gary Barlow CD and a dead bluebottle, sharing a shelf inside a nonce-run Oxfam.

A haggard man gazes into the middle distance and thinks of all the nice cars he could've had, as his wife screams in his face about tea-towel displacement. Again.

A pallid gran (37) buys an economy Easter Egg and 'FIFA 2009' for the banshee grandson she has no meaningful relationship with.

A man of 49 with no fixed fashion sense, stares at a group of pretty college girls and their Kasabian-looking boyfriends from a static Megabus - ruthlessly hammering home the futility of his own existence.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on May 27, 2015, 01:47:35 pm
Lunchtime, and the only son of a woman with debilitating mental health issues opens his lunchbox to discover an unopened tin of corned beef and a damaged penguin bar.

He looks longingly at the feta salad, chicken breast and pitta bread the girl with pigtails opposite him in the canteen is unwrapping.

Yesterday his Mum made him wear wellies to school, even though it was sunny.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on May 27, 2015, 03:15:37 pm
A girl removes the lunchbox from her schoolbag, only to find it has been replaced by a tub of Utterly Butterly. She eats it anyway, using a HB pencil as a makeshift item of cutlery.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on May 27, 2015, 08:48:20 pm
A balding woman in her early 30's finds a dead bluebottle in her £5.95 'Upper Crust',  Regret Baguette.  She finishes then posts a pic of it on her Facebook. She has 3 friends,  her senile mother and her two cats. Both cats 'like this'.

A glue sniffer huffs fly spray behind the bins at Greggs.

A woman shaves her hairy fanny as a treat for her husband only to reveal a well developed melanoma. The husband demands sex anyway.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on May 27, 2015, 08:49:01 pm
Oops,  double post desolation
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 27, 2015, 08:50:21 pm
A huge stinking man topples out of his mobility scooter outside a Poundstretcher. At least 17 people walk around his pathetic, colossal, injured body, before somebody finally approaches him, gets out their phone - and starts filming. It is Britain, 2015. Hello.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 27, 2015, 10:30:38 pm
Cameron's Britain 2015.  I am left bewildered by a brief visit to the Apple Store where a man called Craig tries to become my buddy
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on May 28, 2015, 12:01:27 am
A severely disabled child waits excitedly for her daddy to get home from his trip abroad. He's been away nearly a month now, and she has felt pangs every day, she's missed him so much. She squeals with delight every time she hears a car pass by, thinking it's him. Unbeknownst to her, daddy isn't coming home. He's left her and her mummy for the Juice FM weather girl.

Juice FM doesn't have a weather girl.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on May 28, 2015, 12:07:52 am
A child who is only slightly disabled gets passed over as the subject of a desolation scenario on a popular online comedy internet web forum.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ollyboro on May 28, 2015, 12:19:27 am
A physically repulsive girl who is teased mercilessly at school for her obvious sexual immaturity recognises one of her father's pubic hairs on her  Happy15th Birthday cake.

A Thalidomide victim puts his back out whilst having a brutally sloppy shit in the toilets of a hygienically compromised curry house. His tears drop into the pool of assorted piss at his feet as he realises that his rigid back means he can no longer perform the necessary contortions to wipe his own shit splattered are.

A boy is forced to suck his father's cock whilst his gran's open casket reveals her naked body. His father's cock tastes of Formaldehyde.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on May 28, 2015, 05:11:02 am
A young man with Rocky Dennis syndrome volunteers at a camp for blind women, only to discover that everyone thinks he is boring and has a shit personality.

I'm so sleep deprived I read this as Dennis Rodman syndrome, which would be a very different thing (not sure if more or less desolate).
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 29, 2015, 09:55:30 am
A bank advisor with a Sutcliffe-beard advising you that your loan application has been declined because your credit rating is a bit shit.

Reading about all the horrible things Nestle has done in third world countries, whilst eating a frankly amazing 4-Finger Kit-Kat.

A Jar-Jar Binks figure being used as a sex receptacle by a simpleton in Dunstable.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 29, 2015, 10:16:08 am
I saw Craig, the erstwhile Apple store "buddy", on his way to work yesterday...the day after being baffled by modern customer service "Hey, dude, what's your name? Cool, Blodwyn...well, I'll just get an ipad and we'll run through the prices, yeh...hip-ho!"

I nodded a look of recognition in his direction. Gone was the rictus grin and the "be my buddy" eyes, replaced with the thousand yard stare of a man on the edge of despair - a man who realises that he could be jettisoned into any of the scenarios posted in this thread.

Chin up, Craig, you CUNT.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on May 29, 2015, 11:28:42 am
42 pensioners- all aged over 70- disembark a tourist bus with stiff limbs and grimaces, peering wanly at the surroundings.

Welcome To Eastbourne
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on May 29, 2015, 11:56:29 am
On what he mistakenly believes to be the tenth anniversary of Steve Irwin's death, a bored office clerk at the Birmingham Sea Life Centre puts a live stingray into the paper shredder.
Title: Classic Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on May 29, 2015, 01:52:09 pm
Long overdue, but well earned:


CLASSIC THREAD
CLASSIC THREAD
CLASSIC THREAD
CLASSIC THREAD
CLASSIC THREAD
CLASSIC THREAD
CLASSIC THREAD
CLASSIC THREAD
CLASSIC THREAD
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 29, 2015, 02:45:39 pm
Watching a British Porn movie and spending half the time looking at the thrusting cock and balls of a man resembling a Poundland Bruce Willis. Eventually he pulls out and deposits his gloy on the scarred belly of a woman who looks like a stroke-victim Denise Welch.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on May 29, 2015, 02:54:46 pm
An obese woman on a mobility scooter, gulping from an enormous convenience store coffee and carpe diem tattooed on her arm.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 29, 2015, 03:08:30 pm
Watching a British Porn movie and spending half the time looking at the thrusting cock and balls of a man resembling a Poundland Bruce Willis. Eventually he pulls out and deposits his gloy on the scarred belly of a woman who looks like a stroke-victim Denise Welch.

Then realising it is indeed a post-stroke Denise Welch.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on May 29, 2015, 03:23:15 pm
A 34-year old goth woman, who has lovingly applied black make-up to her face, gets off the bus, she doesn't thank the driver, an old woman gasps.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Indomitable Spirit on May 29, 2015, 03:43:31 pm
A woman returns home early to find her husband wanking into a bottle of breast milk she'd expressed earlier.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on May 29, 2015, 04:34:30 pm
Gary Rhodes shaves off his spiky hair as part of his initiation into the Aryan Brotherhood.

He claims its for self-preservation, rather than for ideology, as he gratuitously blinds a black boy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ollyboro on May 29, 2015, 05:52:43 pm
During a 20-20 cricket hit-a-thon a friendless misfit attempts to impress the strangers surrounding him by headbutting a massive 6, launched 10 rows deep into the crowd...... instead of catching it. As the  drivers load his twitching body onto the ambulance, the last words he hears are: "Nobody saw what happened."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Goodsoup on May 29, 2015, 06:27:04 pm
Justin Lee Collins is rejected from a job at Poundland and then punches a fox to death.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on May 29, 2015, 06:38:31 pm
A famished mother chaffinch who ate a peanut-butter-covered slug pellet a few hours ago breathes thinly as her young ones hatch from their eggs with soggy feathers drying into fluff and mouths open in anticipation of the food that she won't survive to feed them.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pit-Pat on May 29, 2015, 06:42:55 pm
Sepp Blatter re-elected as FIFA President
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 29, 2015, 09:02:03 pm
The office joker noisily eating Space Raiders within earshot of you, whilst you're still quietly coming to terms with the recent death of a beloved family pet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on May 29, 2015, 09:04:37 pm
A man eats Space Raiders with zero care for the cat being strangled adjacent. They're pickled onion.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on May 29, 2015, 09:27:34 pm
The night before his 27th birthday, a man decides now is the time to learn an instrument, start a band, and join the club.

He soon learns he's so insignificant that he can't even kill himself.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on May 29, 2015, 11:23:41 pm
Mark E Smith coughs up blood and black bits while fixing his morning line of whizz.

A man loves the darts,  but his crippling aspergers makes him too self conscious to 'stand up' with everyone else. He goes home and argues with himself.

A vicious argument about tea towels ends with a pickled egg being thrown at a breadbin. 

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 30, 2015, 12:32:58 am
A pasty man with untamed hair and moustache buys a pair of aviators from Tescos in an attempt to look fashionable. Strutting out of the supermarket some kids hanging outside call him "paedo".

He blushes all the way home. Too embarrassed to even remove the offending spectacles.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Eggs on May 30, 2015, 12:59:53 am
Centre Parcs Sherwood Forest.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on May 30, 2015, 02:18:42 am
Centre Parcs Sherwood Forest.
A fortnight of BadTouching at Centre Parcs,  Sherwood Forest.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on May 30, 2015, 08:00:51 am
Happy Christmas Son!!

Thanks Dad


...Four Dead Dogs in a bin bag.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 30, 2015, 10:48:06 am
Happy Christmas Son!!

...Four Dead Dogs in a bin bag.


Thanks Dad!

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 30, 2015, 12:42:45 pm
A bedraggled mum microwaves the family pet bunny in a desperate bid to feed her 3 young children.

In scenes reminiscent of Christ's last supper, she dilutes their juice with bleach.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on May 30, 2015, 01:04:21 pm
A house burns down after an igniting rabbit causes the microwave to explode.  The sole survivor is a four-year-old girl who can only cry for Flopsy, as the fireman who rescues her can't bring himself to tell her the truth, preferring instead to fondle her intimately as he carries her away.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: PAGATRON on May 30, 2015, 06:25:42 pm
Playing Monopoly by oneself.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on May 30, 2015, 06:55:05 pm
Playing solitaire `til dawn with a deck of fifty-one.[1]
 1. Why don't you cut your hair?
Why don't you live up there?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 30, 2015, 06:57:43 pm
Playing solitaire until dawn, whilst also making into a drinking game.

You splashed out on an expensive vodka for it.

But there's still nowt in the fridge or cupboards.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on May 30, 2015, 06:58:30 pm
A dog wibbles and wobbles about on a frozen puddle before falling over.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on May 30, 2015, 07:02:02 pm
A dog wibbles and wobbles about on a frozen puddle before falling over.

Impossible!

(http://thumbs2.ebaystatic.com/d/l225/m/m9xOq_AHevML7woirm5p7BQ.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on May 30, 2015, 07:21:56 pm
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bk4kx2SgUCw

Dog near the end, but the best bit is 0:24-0:50

I just spent about 20 minutes watching videos of dogs on ice and I don't regret it at all, if anything it's the anti-desolation.

So probably not great for this thread...

Umm, a baby gets it's face smashed in by a deranged off duty clown whose pissed on counterfeit vodka. The clown is also fingering his own fetid ring piece when he does the face smashing.

A man spends 20 plus minutes of his finite existence watching videos of dogs slipping about on ice.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 30, 2015, 07:57:08 pm
A woman in her 50s looks into a mirror and sees Jim Davidson staring right back at her.

A man with 'what the fuck?' hair stands alone in a Nightclub whilst 'The Time Of My Life' plays. All he can smell is cheap, nasty alcopops and the sweaty orifices of others. He leaves alone, buys the world's shittest kebab from a Diego Maradona lookalike, gets home just before dawn, and has sex with himself.

The word 'tits' scribbled in biro on a hand-dryer in the toilets of a burnt down pub.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on May 30, 2015, 08:08:05 pm
Some locals get together and set a pub on fire, a notoriously AIDS-needle neo-nazi insurrection dog cum shithole, laughing and boozing as the den of infamy falls to pieces in a cloud of ash, petrol fumes and hate.

They wake the next morning to find the pub standing there as if nothing had happened.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: thraxx on May 31, 2015, 12:02:46 pm

Sheesh:  Depressing Weddings.


Yesterday I went to a wedding reception of a good pal, but one that I hadn't seen for a good 9 years, cos he lives in the states now.  This is his second wedding, his first wife having gone all lezza off with another women.

Naturally there were loads of other friends there, ones that I don't see that often, and every single one of them had just got divorced or separated, others confided as discretely as they could that they were about to sack in their marriage. 

Rather sourly for a wedding, divorce, separation sighing and heartbreak was the ubiquitous topic of conversation as we clustered in hushed tones, stopping temporarily as family of the newlyweds came within earshot.  As our lives were once so close it wasn't a problem to discuss this, but on the other hand we had each of us drifted far enough apart that getting and deeper than 'oh', and 'harsh' and 'I'm sorry to hear that' was impossible.  So we could only discuss, mawkishly, each divorce of each person in detail after they had moved on, and piece it together by comparing notes.  It was a right old gathering of late 30s indie twat-cunts. 

It was fucking horrible to realise that in spite of the smart-arsed optimism of our youth, going to These Animal Men and Gorky's Zygotic Mynci gigs, and ironic buying of Dog Eat Dog albums that we haven't turned out to be any smarter than our fucking parents.  All these years we have being saying 'I'll never be like that', yet have one step after the other we have all been sleepwalking in their shoes. 

We've totally fucked it up, man.  Congratulations.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on May 31, 2015, 12:24:38 pm
A woman reads a post about a wedding and finds herself expecting it to turn out to be a joke post about the US comedy series Friends.  It doesn't.  She posts about her expectation in the hope that she wasn't alone in this.

She probably was.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 31, 2015, 04:37:53 pm
Bald and lonely, never known love, masturbating furiously in the lamp light just like every evening.

He stops mid wank to ravenously scoff a Jammy Dodger from a packet within arms reach, next to the tissues.

Back to the porn.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 31, 2015, 06:12:01 pm
A broken Hammond organ covered in silly string, at a Paul Shane convention in Papworth, where the only attendees are a deaf shoe pervert, a hairy scoutmaster, and an incontinent man who doesn't even know his own name.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on May 31, 2015, 06:30:15 pm
A birdwatcher is locked out of a visitor centre.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on May 31, 2015, 06:31:02 pm
A 46 year old driving instructor listens to KISS' Love Gun 7 times during the course of a days lessons, pausing the CD occasionally to bemoan the death of real music.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on May 31, 2015, 06:33:08 pm
A birdwatcher is locked inside a visitor centre.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on May 31, 2015, 06:36:43 pm
A young lad cranks one out in the toilet over an old fragment of porn mag he's found in the attic. After he spunks he carries on  looking around and discovers the upper half of the picture and realises it's a pic of his mum posing on the bonnet of a Hillman Imp flaps out that was sent in to Razzle by his dad in the 70s.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 31, 2015, 08:44:21 pm
A birdwatcher with locked-in syndrome stares at a manky pigeon for the rest of his short life.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on May 31, 2015, 09:14:50 pm
A pigeon shits itself to death for want of anything better to do.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on May 31, 2015, 09:17:33 pm
Somewhere in the multiverse, a version of reality comes into being based on the contents of a comedy forum's 'Desolation' thread.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on May 31, 2015, 09:27:34 pm
Somewhere in the multiverse, a version of reality comes into being based on the contents of a comedy forum's 'Desolation' thread.

It's called Britain AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

MetaChrist's tits.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on May 31, 2015, 09:28:42 pm
A Jessie J song being played at an atom-shattering volume in a shite nightclub, whilst you are being rejected by someone you thought was 'the one.'

The same miserable, fuck-faced bus driver taking you to the job you hate, year in, year out.

Being too cool to hang around with the stupid kids, but too stupid to hang with the cool kids. You exist in a playground limbo with an insect torturer who never knew his dad, and a lad known as 'Pissy Paul.'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on May 31, 2015, 09:32:10 pm
A bald man, lonely, never known love, on the bus to the bookies again. He sees his favourite amateur porn star get on and sit opposite him.

Clammy handed, red in face, wet in armpits, he finally plucks up the courage after 15 minutes.

"I'm a huge fan of your work!" he leans in to say to her, a little too enthusiastically.

She perceives his trying-to-be-friendly grin as a pained grimace.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on May 31, 2015, 09:35:40 pm
Cotton Eye Joe was number one in the UK for three weeks in 2002. There is nothing that any of us can do to erase that vile, shit-scented stain on British musical history.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ollyboro on May 31, 2015, 09:36:22 pm
Whilst potty training his retarded 2 year old son a recently widowed man sees an object in amongst the liquid shit. He recognises his own father's wedding ring.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ollyboro on May 31, 2015, 09:39:45 pm
A man who has lost both his prosthetic arms mourns the loss of his great grandfather's watch. He also has a really itchy arsehole
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 31, 2015, 09:41:21 pm
A third-rate wit celebrates another seamless turn of phrase on an ageing comedy forum by tucking into his third bowl of Smash whilst the theme tune to Grandstand plays at ear splitting volume from his ancient hi-fi.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on May 31, 2015, 09:50:00 pm
A man from Nepal is called a Paki Bastard and kicked in the tits by a would be football casual in Whitby.

A mushroom trip goes horribly wrong when a total dick puts a Klaxons album on.

A well read, rolled up copy of The Sun is used to terrify and stun a Pug.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on May 31, 2015, 09:57:00 pm
A Latvian artist is captured by the KGB for being part of a social group who study French Literature. He is sent to 'the Corner House'. He is interrogated and sent to a place known as 'Mud Street'. After he and several other detainees have undergone cavity searches and they sit up to their ankles in mud, every 2 hours leaning forward to drain the pools of sweat that have collected in the pools of their collarbones. At night they have a bed to sleep on but no mattress. The man wants to avoid sharing the bed with a man suffering from the worst case of scabies he has ever seen, but is advised by the guard "if you sleep on the floor you will more likely suffer tuberculosis- no-one ever died of scabies." He follows this advice.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on May 31, 2015, 10:00:40 pm
That's enough about your Eastern European holiday.

A mink cuts its mouth on a broken bottle of Sunkist.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on May 31, 2015, 10:06:17 pm
Barry trips on a loose pavement slab. His jumbo sausage rolls over the crest of his chips, onto the sodden kerb.

Barry crouches down, paws at the muddy batter, and continues consuming.

A crow observes.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on May 31, 2015, 10:07:50 pm
A bent backed slavic crone spits at her grandson after he puts on a tiara and smiles.

A witch frigs herself off with the handle of a cheap dustpan brush. She can't afford a broom.

Thteven's name is actually spelt like that, it's just coincidence he has a lisp as well.

A weathered Mongolian shepherd weeps heavy tears under a star filled sky at the death of his favourite goat.

A caribou decides it can't be arsed to migrate South again, it sits down and slowly freezes to death.

A caterpillar falls off a leaf while attempting to make it's cocoon, it lands on a spider web.

Cecil wanks with washing up liquid and sugar.

A demented and senile umpire breaks his teeth after mistaking a cricket ball for an apple.

A few months after his death his daughter finds his beak collection in the attic.



Fuck knows.








Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on May 31, 2015, 10:47:29 pm
Amazing avatar foggy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 01, 2015, 10:11:13 am
A gonk with invisible hair and mismatched Primark Suit is rejected instantly by a perma-tanned, Lambrini-fuelled coven on a Paddy McGuinness dating show.

An adorable Chinese language student goes ten-pin bowling with her new college friends. She scores a strike on her first attempt and turns around to expect high-fives and cheers. Instead she is confronted by the dystopian Iphone trances of her peers.

A buffoon with Art Garfunkle hair and his hands down his pants, making women on buses feel uncomfortable.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on June 01, 2015, 11:06:10 am
A man with a severe speech impediment and the name Cyril Chicken is informed that access to his work premises (that backs onto an extremely busy loud street front) is now secured using voice recognition software.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on June 01, 2015, 11:34:21 am
Quote
But then there are spiders that have little quirks in their venom. For example, the Australian funnel-web, argued by some to be the most deadly spider in the world, has one chemical in its venom that kills humans, monkeys, baby rats, and fruit flies. The chemical is so specific that it doesn't even harm adult rats — only baby rats, which would not be as dangerous to the spider as adults. The chemical doesn't kill anything else, including anything the Australian funnel-web spider actually eats. It's just a little gift for humans, baby rats, and adult rats that love their babies.

Read this and thought of you, cookdandbombd
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on June 01, 2015, 12:44:45 pm
Lovely.

The third Chuckle Brother sits alone in his nicotine-stained bedsit, watching children's television.  Thousand yard stare.  Wanking.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Indomitable Spirit on June 01, 2015, 02:38:13 pm
April 1999, a signed copy of Marion's Miyako Hideaway CD single is placed in the glass display cabinet of a second hand record shop.

It is never removed.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on June 01, 2015, 04:56:53 pm
A junky pours Tizer into his 7 month old baby's unwashed bottle.  It thirstily drinks all 400ml to a soundtrack of screaming,  arguing and Eastenders.

A teenager frots with his brother on a crowded youth club dancefloor to the soundtrack of Baltimora's Tarzan Boy.

An unemployable sex offender logs onto Mumsnet to wank over breastfeeding tips and pics to the soundtrack of his 40-a-day mother hacking up black throat oysters.





Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on June 01, 2015, 05:32:26 pm
Lloyd sips his pint and idly eavesdrops on the nearby conversation of some regulars he sort of knows but will never have a cat's chance in hell of calling proper friends. He hears that the young and attractive female staff member he is very fond of is leaving to 'travel the world' next week. She reminds him of a girl he used to obsess over at school and he'd only just found the courage to make anodyne small talk with her. Now she's off to 'pastures new', whatever the hell they're supposed to be. Nothing he's ever seen, that's for sure.

How come all these young people come and go so quickly, have so much stuff going on and know what to do with their lives?

He wishes he could've been more like that. Alas, it was never in his nature to be ambitious, gregarious, optimistic, or confident in the slightest. It had held him back socially and academically since childhood. He remembers the thing he had always told himself in his darkest moments of self doubt.

Never blame yourself, Lloyd

But even those once comforting words have started ringing hollow of late. The decades of pent up anger and bitterness still fester away inside him. The frustration has become harder and harder to repress as his life becomes smaller and ever more desperate. With a heavy frown he downs his beer, bids an affectedly cheery but universally unnoticed farewell to no-one in particular and heads off home feeling stone cold sober. He hopes the couple upstairs who always have obnoxiously noisy sex don't fancy it tonight. He could really use that. It quickly becomes apparent that even this was a hope too far.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on June 01, 2015, 05:36:06 pm
^ Who are you and how do you know me?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: weekender on June 01, 2015, 06:59:46 pm
There is a woman near me at work who has what can only be described as a 'beard'.

She is not wearing it ironically.

To answer your question, I think she has fairly recently graduated.  Seriously, early 20s.

Honestly, I couldn't stop looking.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on June 01, 2015, 07:39:35 pm
There is a woman near me at work who has what can only be described as a 'beard'.

She is not wearing it ironically.

To answer your question, I think she has fairly recently graduated.  Seriously, early 20s.

Honestly, I couldn't stop looking.
looking wanking.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 01, 2015, 08:51:54 pm
11-year old Mkwemu Ngongi is sent a Nintendo 64 with no controller, as part of a foreign aid package. He tries to plug it into the family telly, which is in fact just a bread bin with a picture of Robert Mugabe blu-takked onto it. Flies buzz around his eyelids. It is the 21st Century.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on June 01, 2015, 09:51:43 pm
A bitter 17 year old nerd downloads child pornography onto a kind middle-aged sunday school helper's laptop. He doesn't know why.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on June 01, 2015, 10:41:44 pm
A toad specialist develops a fascination for human scrota.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 01, 2015, 10:50:39 pm
A toad specialist develops a fascination for human scrota.

The dawn of TOAD!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on June 02, 2015, 08:16:26 am
A former toad specialist now redundant puts out his back trying to lick his own ball sack in the hopes it's excreting hallucinogenic toxin.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on June 02, 2015, 08:19:56 am
A decomposing maggot-infested pigeon corpse bakes in the midday sun. Its torso slides forward and forward, leaving a trail of fluid with each hump.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 02, 2015, 09:19:30 am
Whilst cleaning up the fossilized turds of 14 separate cats, Carol, 47, realises that it's not what's inside that counts at all - it's what you look like.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on June 02, 2015, 09:22:33 am
Edit that down to the first sentence and it's perfect.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 02, 2015, 08:46:09 pm
A seasoned Bristol onanist has a nightmare whilst viewing Eurotrash, when the on-screen image abruptly switches from a beautiful 38DD Italian woman, to the Latvian equivalent of Hale & Pace doing bollock-naked scat art.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on June 02, 2015, 09:03:35 pm
A wedding in Swindon. That night the best man has a wank whilst thinking of the bride. It's a weak orgasm.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on June 02, 2015, 09:04:41 pm
A groom has a wank whilst thinking of the bride.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on June 02, 2015, 09:09:13 pm
A groom has a wank whilst thinking of the groom.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on June 02, 2015, 09:10:09 pm
He doesn't even cum.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 02, 2015, 09:45:58 pm
A wank grooms a bride after the strangest wedding ever to occur in Swindon.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 03, 2015, 11:26:22 am
A child with Wurzel Gummidge hair discovers soiled bandages and bloodied razors in a Care Bear that his gran bought him and passed off as new.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on June 03, 2015, 11:00:56 pm
 The only food at a hipster weeding breakfast being boil in the bag Vesta curries.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on June 03, 2015, 11:08:08 pm
An old lady with a face like Jools Holland dies alone of pneumonia in a cold London tower block, none of her friends, family or Peter Baynham attend the funeral.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on June 03, 2015, 11:43:03 pm
A comedy fan attempts to cheer up his bereaved girlfriend by saying he's "delighted" her father is dead. It goes down very, very badly.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 04, 2015, 08:50:00 pm
A lovely wife, 43, waits upstairs for her bum-wit husband to come and make her feel like a woman, whilst he laughs uncontrollably in another room at a Youtube video entitled 'Russian Clown Seizures - Vol. 3.' Eventually she gives up and falls asleep to the distant, tinny sound of chuckling, circus music and anguish.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 04, 2015, 09:59:11 pm
The crappy sky news screen/ cider advertising hoarding at the station has massive headlines with maybe a sentence of explanatory text beneath. But beneath that I note they have a smaller item stating NEXT or COMING UP followed by the headline that will next appear on the 5 second display.

Talk about desolate imbecility.

CAMERONS BRITAIN
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 05, 2015, 01:25:25 pm
A fuck-ugly bloke on a bus mistakes that Smartphone whistle as a sign of sexual approval from the 6-out-of-10 woman in the adjoining row of seats.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on June 05, 2015, 01:31:28 pm
A Turkish barber with Rapist Eyes surveys the street outside his shop.  He fingers his guilty cock and hums the theme tune to Eastenders.

A balding teenager tries homosexuality in order to experience physical intimacy as all attempts with females have ended in humilation.  He isn't gay and doesn't enjoy the taste of spunk.  He decides that the positives out weigh the negatives and sticks with it.

A bored greengrocer launches a rotting honeydew melon at a pigeon.  The direct hit cometely snaps its farting strings and it dies seconds later.  Giggling,  the greengrocer lays out yet more bread.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on June 05, 2015, 08:55:29 pm
A woman sticking, internet bought, slug pellets into her vagina besides a wood ants nest in a semi secluded spot suddenly remembers she has left the iron on.

A recent recruit to insomnia passes the night playing a makeshift game of Battleships withe the toe nail clippings stuck in his bedroom carpet.

A sooth sayer will predict that you will buy and use a keyring with a picture of Princess Diana in it.

You dream that your eyes are the wheels of a fruit machine, you dream you have won the jackpot of ten million squillion pounds, you wake up with a prolapsed rectum.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 05, 2015, 11:06:36 pm
That last one!! Devastating
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on June 06, 2015, 02:42:42 am
Prolapse nudge gamble
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sherringford Hovis on June 06, 2015, 04:30:28 am
Prolapse nudge gamble

Noel Edmonds' latest pitch for the 1900 Saturday plebdazzle party slot.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 06, 2015, 10:46:22 am
A former Bullseye contestant with a face like a melted welly, strangles his gay lover with a stretch Armstrong figure, before hanging himself with a kettle flex to the strains of Rick Astley's 'Together Forever.'

A dog shit with lolly sticks poking out of it, near the home of a Dundee pederast who still dresses as a Teddy Boy.

A bunch of gypsies film two disabled dogs bumming each other near a condemned Netto, inbetween tarmacking someone's driveway (badly).
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: DrunkCountry on June 06, 2015, 03:32:34 pm
Quote
Lee Selby's world title boxing win bus tour in Barry

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-south-east-wales-33018417 (http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-south-east-wales-33018417)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 06, 2015, 05:01:25 pm
3 cans of Stella

Happy Father's Day
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on June 06, 2015, 05:32:56 pm
A seagull shits on a mobility scooter parked outside a bookies.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 06, 2015, 06:04:28 pm

A seagull shits on a mobility scooter parked outside a bookies.
Happy Father's Day

(More papa day desolation please)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on June 07, 2015, 10:27:22 am
You wake with the pressing need to defecate seared into your groggy early morning mind. That curry the night before wasn't a good idea. Unfortunately your housemate is luxuriating in the shower, and you know you won't make it to a toilet before the deed needs doing. You grab a carrier bag, rip off your boxers and fire. Your aim is mostly true, but a few globs manage to sidle their way past the open bag onto the hardwood floor. Before you can react, the foul effluvium descends through the floorboards into the room below, inevitably hitting the girl you've had a crush on for the past three years square in her sleeping face. A scream, a slamming door. You climb back into bed, unwiped, and pull your duvet over your head.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on June 07, 2015, 11:20:23 am
A guillemot shits over the remnants of a long discarded No War For Oil placard.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: hamfist on June 07, 2015, 11:41:13 am
‘Come down, we are going to have a great time!’ I’m in full clown outfit, but he doesn’t look up. And I try again. And he looks at me and says, ‘Why don’t you just fuck off!’ He was six that day.

From here (http://gu.com/p/49eg4)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on June 07, 2015, 03:38:55 pm
As his demented cockerel's withered vocal chords decree a new day of severe back pain, stains and lamb death, a numb farmer pulls back the sheets, raises his bariatric wife's nightie and with a 40-year matured grimace, stares at her fluttering, pubey arsehole as it unleashes a shrieking poem of shitty wind towards his carbuncled nose.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on June 07, 2015, 03:57:14 pm
An escaped pig gets its trotter trapped down an open grid. A Range Rover speeds past an hour later. The driver snorts a laugh to himself.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on June 07, 2015, 04:13:49 pm
A 57 year old man with psoriasis walks his ageing dog on Saddleworth moor, unknowingly he unleashes the mite-infested decrepit beast to laboriously piss and shit on the exact spot three murdered children are buried.

Miles away at the same instant Ian Brady achieves a dull fatigued orgasm wanking off while thinking of those children.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on June 07, 2015, 04:42:24 pm
After a frantic bout of passionate snogging and undressing, a woman pauses to stare at the full pallid nudity of Andy Crane and just says "No".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Scammin on June 07, 2015, 04:47:12 pm
A morbidly obese man approaches former Brookside actor Dean Sullivan for an autograph but neither of them has a pen or paper,  Sullivan shakes his head in disgust and walks away.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 07, 2015, 08:56:43 pm
An acid casualty dropkicks an already-dead hedgehog off the side of a bus shelter with Jonny Wilkinson precision, to make up for the many inadequecies of his own fucked up life.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on June 07, 2015, 09:49:45 pm
Peter Parker tells Gwen Stacy that he can't see her anymore, as he fears that his relationship with her will lead to her demise. Patriarchy strikes again!!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on June 08, 2015, 11:19:34 pm
Welcome to a new form of poetry - Northern Noun Desolation. Thanks to my muse Thomas Bronte who has seen NND through from its fertile beginnings elsewhere. I digress.

Stone

Concrete. Glass. Pamphlet.

Catarrh. Roy. Grease.

Change. Tab. Slab

Tarmac. Cactus. Neice.



Bureau. Hinges. Brass.

Latch. Doberman. Shovel.

Caravan. Hovel. Catch.

Gravel.



Estate. Exhaust. Estranged.

Deranged.

Garage. Marriage. Beans.

Embankment. Escarpment. Sack.

Ruth. Plug. Chains.

Jeans.

Mains.



Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on June 10, 2015, 09:31:15 am
(http://www.billboard.com/files/styles/promo_650/public/media/sex-pistols-credit-cards-2015-billboard-650.jpg?itok=XfWzwiCT)

Quote
In a press release, Virgin Money added that it was, "time for consumers to put a little bit of rebellion in their pocket."
  http://www.billboard.com/articles/columns/rock/6590760/sex-pistols-credit-card-master-virgin-money-john-lydon-sid-vicious

This is not a joke. This is not an art project. You can have one of these in your wallet. You, we, are fucked
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: mook on June 10, 2015, 09:41:41 am
^ the fact you appear upset by that is pretty fucking bleak.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on June 10, 2015, 12:03:12 pm
A woman reminds her ugly children they have the acoholism gene, then proves it by bringing out the photo album containing pictures of four generations of Billingsley's vomiting full bottles of rotgut Rioja onto minor celebrities chests. The children can't decide if "who?" or "why?" is the more depressing question.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on June 10, 2015, 01:43:36 pm
Bedsit in Swindon. Five hungry mouths. Baked beans in an old paint pot. A chipped Sun Newspaper mug as a ladle. Handle missing.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on June 10, 2015, 04:39:55 pm
Jim Davidson thinks "I'm doing alright with my life" whilst having a shit in the gents at Macclesfield train station.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on June 10, 2015, 05:27:43 pm
On his first day off for months, a hot and weary stepdad is forcibly dragged around Paulton's Park on an oppressively warm 'Father's Day' with all the excited kids in tow. He wouldn't mind it so much if he didn't have to be back there to scrub dried diarrhea off the toilets next to Peppa's Big Balloon Ride at 7 sharp the following morning.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on June 10, 2015, 05:33:02 pm
Whilst on a drunken night out with some friends, Jon gets accused by the woman he secretly loves of 'dad dancing' before she turns away to dance with someone else. He laughs it off and steps it up a notch, thinking to himself: 'the joke's on you, I'm childless and infertile'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 10, 2015, 06:40:56 pm
A bunch of modern people in a bus stop ignore a beautiful sunset and rainbow 2-for-1, in favour of updating Facebook with inane drivel from their bullshit lives.

An elderly Priest delivers his final ever sermon with a shitty cassock, following an unfortunate toilet mishap earlier in the day. 2 people attend - the organist and a deaf tramp.

A 1960s washer woman loses her two favourite sons in a house fire, leaving her with the other son Gary, a mono-browed simpleton who dry-humps signposts and exposes himself to children in bomb-sites.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 10, 2015, 07:26:01 pm

On his first day off for months, a hot and weary stepdad is forcibly dragged around Paulton's Park on an oppressively warm 'Father's Day' with all the excited kids in tow. He wouldn't mind it so much if he didn't have to be back there to scrub dried diarrhea off the toilets next to Peppa's Big Balloon Ride at 7 sharp the following morning.

Good. What I've been seeking from you lot.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on June 10, 2015, 09:11:50 pm
A pub, 'The Fucking Shithole' closes its doors.

It'll open again at midday tomorrow.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dannyhood91 on June 10, 2015, 09:35:00 pm
An unemployed 28 year old, in a fit of extreme boredom and mild madness decides to weigh his bollocks on his kitchen scales.
His 9 year old son looks on through the doorway.

When his dad reads him a story that bedtime, he never brings it up, he just holds onto it until it manifests as an ulcer 15 years later.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 10, 2015, 10:59:14 pm
A married man watches endless 5-minute samples of low resolution British porn movies on XHamster - all joyless, awkward going-through-the-motions thrusting between the same ugly skinhead and a series of bored women. Frustrated, his penis goes flaccid and he falls asleep to a buffering video of a plumber wanking over a C-Section belly. The video quickly fades out just before the money shot.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on June 10, 2015, 11:38:13 pm
In a Rhyl 'nitespot', a divorced harridan with a turkey wattle neck shuffles her corned beef legs to Aqua's 'Barbie Girl'.  She rarely looks in the mirror these days.

A junkie with no teeth and tits like a spaniels ears is denied a £50 crisis loan. She steals a pensioner's bag later that day and spends the £18.60 on a phone top up and scratchcards.

 A sunny day is ruined by a wasp and dogshit.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on June 11, 2015, 02:05:15 am
Sick of being laughed at for his assertions that he is still one of the greatest fighters in the world, 50 year old Bernard Hopkins punches himself in the testicles to prove he still has what it takes. Not only does it prove his career is over it proves that his hopes of ever getting an erection again without having to resort to violence to be delusional. He cry wanks his rage boner into a coma wishing he'd gone to culinary school instead. Dead soon? If only, 35 more years of this brain damaged forced alpha shit still to go.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on June 11, 2015, 10:25:34 am
Shaun Ryder searches frantically for his last pill, relief washes over him as he fingers the last Zantac in his shirt pocket.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 11, 2015, 12:40:16 pm
A group of hateful but photogenic American teenagers get lost in a sprawling forest whilst trying to escape the clutches of a snaggle-toothed madman. They hear an approaching 4x4 and flag it down, before realising to their horror that it's being driven by the aforementioned lunatic who is trying to kill them all.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on June 11, 2015, 01:03:21 pm
A group of hateful but photogenic American teenagers get lost in a sprawling forest whilst trying to escape the clutches of a snaggle-toothed madman. They succeed in escaping, go on to have long and fruitful lives, and each make a fortune off the back of their encounter.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: paolozzi on June 11, 2015, 01:23:09 pm
After feeling a slight twinge in his underpants as he glances over to his mother's open casket, he closes his eyes. 'Not here, Geoff... Not today.'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on June 11, 2015, 07:53:48 pm
A Glastonbury attendee leans over and watches in despair as his iphone 6 slides out of his top pocket and into the bowl of a chemical toilet, disappearing into the humid fecal mass below. In years to come he reflects that this was his punishment for being the kind of twat who goes to Glastonbury.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on June 11, 2015, 08:23:23 pm
A twat arrives at Glastonbury with a Kings of Leon t-shirt on.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on June 11, 2015, 09:09:25 pm
A band plays in front of a crowd at Reading Festival.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on June 11, 2015, 09:20:53 pm
David Baddiel plans a comeback.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on June 11, 2015, 09:24:28 pm
David Baddiel makes an ill-judged comeback at the Download Festival.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on June 11, 2015, 09:28:00 pm
David Baddiel downloads a Kings of Leon,  Reading Festival boootleg.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on June 11, 2015, 11:03:47 pm
As he shuffles through the aisles of Morrisons at fuck off o'clock, an unravelling midlife husk is suddenly struck by how the once triumphant chorus of Katrina and the Waves' Walking On Sunshine now sounds so unutterably sad, yearning and defeated.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 11, 2015, 11:17:10 pm
A man with locked in syndrome develops an auditory hallucination that sounds like Brother Beyond filtered through an echo chamber. The sunlight burns his retinas behind unblinking eyes.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on June 11, 2015, 11:18:09 pm
February 2002: An entrepreneur running a DVD pressing operation out of his garage gets his first order, 300 copies of Neck-Fuck-Sluts 2. He sits with his ashen faced wife watching the test pressing.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on June 11, 2015, 11:28:31 pm
"I've left you and taken the kids with me" scrawled on the back of a losing lottery ticket on the kitchen table.

He only noticed it when going to grab a beer from the fridge before bed. He's been in all day.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on June 12, 2015, 02:25:08 pm
A hirsute wife promises her husband a 'Steak and Blowjob Night' for his birthday.  His excitement turns to dust when she serves him up a Dalepak Ribsteak and Micro Chips.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on June 13, 2015, 01:12:50 pm
On an thistle, nettle and loneliness-ridden patch of shitland, a neglected little boy called Ian clashes his cow pat cymbals whilst he glumly eyeballs the necrotic apron of rabbit skin he's rolled into the rough shape of a bugle, wondering why his imaginary sister isn't parping it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on June 13, 2015, 02:48:15 pm
A Doors cover band plays almost an entire set to blank uncheering faces until they encore with "Light My Fire" and get a smattering of applause for "doing a slightly off version of that Will Young song".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on June 13, 2015, 02:51:44 pm
Michael Gove peers out of his bedroom window.

An ocean of concrete, distressed, discoloured and vast stretches out in front of him to the limits of a shimmering horizon, littered with the carcasses of humans from aeons past, weathered and ruined, as a desert gale blows across the surface.

He smiles.

 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 13, 2015, 08:41:30 pm
A fat-bottomed Nigerian immigrant is laughed down by some brothers on a Brixton estate, after trying to impress them with - what he thought were contemporary - Bill & Ted quotes.

A weekend dad spends an entire Saturday car-detailing whilst his kids sit inside going out of their minds on Peppa Pig and dry fig rolls.

Horton hears a case of severe domestic abuse.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on June 13, 2015, 10:38:29 pm
A Doors cover band plays almost an entire set to blank uncheering faces until they encore with "Light My Fire" and get a smattering of applause for "doing a slightly off version of that Will Young song".

A Doors cover band.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: kittens on June 13, 2015, 11:43:58 pm
A Doors cover band.
a door
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on June 13, 2015, 11:47:27 pm
A man with a once high metabolism feels his gradually engorging stomach.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on June 14, 2015, 03:20:17 am
A man with a once high metabolism feels his gradually engorging stomach.

man makes autobiographical post on interneft oforum, no-one feels sorry.

A man with a once small fforehead feels his gradually receding hairline.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: mycroft on June 14, 2015, 07:49:00 am
A drunken, overly boisterous student gets into his first ever fight in a bar. Thinking of how impressive and badass it'll look, he attempts a pro-wrestling dropkick on his opponent.

He crashes noisily and painfully to the ground, having made contact with nobody. The entire bar erupts in hysterics. Having landed awkwardly on his hip, all he can do is lie there.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ZoyzaSorris on June 14, 2015, 11:38:31 am
A man with a once high metabolism feels his gradually engorging stomach.

i read this in the voice of the faceless man from game of thrones for some reason and it made me chuckle.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on June 14, 2015, 04:06:19 pm
A man with a once small forehead finally learns how to talk to girls. He goes bald practically overnight.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on June 14, 2015, 11:16:41 pm
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-leeds-33127986

One of those horrible 'real' ones.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 14, 2015, 11:29:00 pm

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-leeds-33127986

One of those horrible 'real' ones.

Didn't understand this bit

He spoke to the victim and said the cuts had been due to a domestic argument with his wife."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on June 14, 2015, 11:33:07 pm
He spoke to the victim and said the cuts had been due to a domestic argument with his wife."

I assume the attacker already had cuts on him when he approached the woman and explained them that way.

Fuck it, if we can use bleak news stories, then this one (http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/wales/7396593.stm).
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on June 15, 2015, 02:24:32 am
Yeah, that's bleak. I mean oven chips, Christ.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on June 15, 2015, 02:29:45 am
A cat does a piss on a slab.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 15, 2015, 09:46:36 am
A college lad sprays Slazenger Sport over his bellend before a night out in Middlesbrough, 'just in case'.

- He needn't have bothered.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on June 15, 2015, 09:49:11 am
A person utters the sentence "who's pinched my chips?"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on June 15, 2015, 10:20:05 am
A college lad sprays Slazenger Sport over his bellend before a night out in Middlesbrough, 'just in case'.


No-one ever does that more than once.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pit-Pat on June 15, 2015, 10:23:39 am
A man buys the love of his life an Aleksandr Orlov themed Valentine's Day card from a Clinton's in Luton
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 17, 2015, 09:12:22 am
A couple in matching Sheffield Wednesday away shirts are told they can't have children by a GP with overwhelming dogshit breath.

An Irishman in flared trousers is arrested for a sex crime he didn't commit.

LS Lowry has a bad crap in a menacing Penrith toilet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on June 17, 2015, 09:37:21 am
 Backstage at a Watford tripe plant, and as her sister's ex slides his underblooded, sheathless member into her from behind, a once hotly-tipped paddling pool designer rightly worries that her keenly dangleberried arse pubes are being perfectly illuminated by the faultering pulses of white, unnatural candela stuttering from the strip lighting above.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on June 17, 2015, 09:49:36 am
Having not had any human interaction for a month, Greg sits in his dilapidated bedsit flicking through a TV mag, even though his TV's been broken for a year. Even wanks have become boring and pleasureless.

After hearing of her husband's death over the phone, one of Janice's first thoughts is "I'll finally be able to get away with it" as she stares at her dog's exposed bollocks.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 17, 2015, 01:00:07 pm
I somehow think the juxtaposition of "There is no cure for Alisa's MND. There is very little time" and #LastSummer, somehow sparks utter desolation.

(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CHNrH5MVAAAdJen.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on June 17, 2015, 01:21:20 pm
The most desolate thing for me there is how the words "MOTOR NEURONE DISEASE" are in the background of the highlighted "ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: HodgerMccodger on June 17, 2015, 01:51:47 pm
(http://i.imgur.com/FuLFAxi.png?1)

I'd like to draw particular attention to the price, Suzanne Moore, and the event
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dannyhood91 on June 17, 2015, 03:37:23 pm
This is textbook bleak.

(http://s30.postimg.org/tsug386hd/bleak.png)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dannyhood91 on June 17, 2015, 03:40:40 pm
Dannyhood91 posts in wrong thread. Goes out and buys meth to relive humiliation. Desolation.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on June 17, 2015, 04:41:44 pm
Finding, Jimmy Savile was ere, on a murdered childs grsvestone.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Crabwalk on June 17, 2015, 04:51:37 pm
I get assigned to a project concerning users of child pornography. Meanwhile, outside the window, a seagull eats a pigeon.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 17, 2015, 05:47:23 pm
(http://i.imgur.com/FuLFAxi.png?1)

I'd like to draw particular attention to the price, Suzanne Moore, and the event

first ever wank at 12.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dex Sawash on June 17, 2015, 11:31:06 pm
My vague recollection of ice bucket challenge is that it was to raise funds/awareness for ISIL.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on June 18, 2015, 12:52:51 am
In the middle of the street opposite Parliament Square, an old man complains loudly and obscenely to his severely disabled, wheelchair-bound wife about the surrounding modern architecture compared to the old, gesticulating dramatically to further hammer home his points, which his wife cares fuck all about. It is past 11 at night after all.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on June 18, 2015, 01:55:21 pm
In the prison library, Gary Glitter stumbles upon an old computer manual from the 90s. The very first chapter explains in intricate detail how to transfer files from a PC to an exernal hard drive.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 18, 2015, 03:38:39 pm
Alf Alfredson dies a day after Torquay get relegated to the Vanarama National League South.

A lifelong Gulls supporter he used to regale fellow fans with the story that he attended the club's Devon Senior Cup win in 1922 - perhaps their highest accolade.

In the intervening years he has diligently followed his team, attending over 90% of their games home and away, only missing a handful due to sickness and a stint in prison.

Alf, the eternal optimist, claimed that Torquay would see Top Division glory in his lifetime. Sadly it was not to be.

However, in the ensuing seasons, a remarkable turnaround in form sees the team rise back through the league, culminating in an unprecedented national and european cup quintuple that cements their place in the upper echelons of world football for the next century.

A herring gull shits on Alf's faded gravestone.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 18, 2015, 09:10:17 pm
The haunting melody of Ruxpin's I Miss You (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcYKhZg7tjs) soundtracks my funeral. A peopleless ceremony conducted by Japanese imported robots.

Later, a herring gull shits on my gravestone as a robot nightwatchman weeps in the gloaming.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 19, 2015, 01:14:15 pm
A painfully stoic, middle-class Auntie shoves a cheap, battered toy umbrella through her 7-year old nephew's letterbox. Because it was his birthday 2 days prior, it is assumed to be a late birthday present. She does not leave a card - she doesn't even knock on the door to wish him a happy birthday, that would be awkward and involve kindness. The 7-year old recognizes the umbrella as the exact same one that was part of a set given to his cousin for their birthday 5 months previously. That's because it IS the same umbrella.

When she dies prematurely some 11 years later, this is the only thing the now 18-year old can think about during her funeral as the music begins and the curtains open..

(Reader, I was that child)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 20, 2015, 09:10:36 am
A threatening final demand letter for unpaid installments on a Jill Dando Commemorative Plate plops onto the doormat of a Rochdale pensioner - three days after his funeral.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on June 20, 2015, 09:18:49 am
A threatening final demand letter for unpaid installments on a Jill Dando Commemorative Plate plops onto the doormat of a Rochdale pensioner, three days after his funeral.

A threatening final demand letter for unpaid instalments on a Jill Dando Commemorative Plate plops onto the doormat of a Rochdale pensioner on the last day of his life.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on June 20, 2015, 09:34:55 am
A man, 29 wracks his brains to remember a Jill Dando joke about failing the Daz doorstep challenge.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 20, 2015, 11:20:19 am
A naive Japanese tourist spends her final 100 pounds on a Jill Dando Commemorative tea towel illegally advertised as a Princess Diana tea towel.

She doesn't have enough money to book any accommodation that night so ends up sleeping in Kensington under the tea towel.

A gaggle of Albanian schoolchildren find her badly beaten corpse sans tea towel in the Serpentine the next morning.

Later that evening, a junkie (and murderer) shits in the aforementioned tea towel and flings it at the Barbican.

Some centuries later, archaeologists find the remnants of the tea towel and the spiritual leader of the group hails it as a holy relic.

The tea towel is paraded through the now united holy land of Israelestine but one keen eyed historian notes the discrepancy between the image and the text which causes a religious upheaval so violent that 96% of humanity destroy themselves in bloody war.

The location of the tea towel is to this day unknown.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 21, 2015, 12:13:01 am
More creepy than desolate.

Arriving home late tonight I heard a melody emerging from the low shrubbery. I went over and I could hear happy birthday being played through a tinny, tiny speaker - perhaps a discarded child's toy or musical birthday card tossed deep into the bush.

After a few repeats, the tune started to deteriorate like some horror movie where the doll's voice becomes distorted.

Static howls mutated the popular ditty into demonic bursts of malevolence.

I quickly made my way inside the flat, but figure I can still faintly hear the now mournful notes just outside my window in the still night.
Title: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 21, 2015, 12:13:26 am
DP terror
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on June 21, 2015, 03:56:16 am
Without anything even approaching a clue about women and what they like in men, 37 year old Jake listlessly taps in the names of all two of his ex girlfriends on Facebook. They are both married to bald men. In a fit of insane piqué, he shaves his head, only to discover that he too is losing his hair. A frantic Google search for 'Tindr' only results in a series of error messages and the eventual ultimate irretrievable loss of his laptop.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on June 21, 2015, 07:37:18 pm
A geriatric teenager, engrossed in reading posts about faecal incontinence on an online comedy forum, shits himself repeatedly while laughing at the irony.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on June 21, 2015, 07:40:56 pm
A Bedfordshire man unsuccessfully proposes marriage to a dinghy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on June 21, 2015, 08:00:03 pm
An American who is obsessed with genealogy and family history saves up for years to take his family to the town of his ancestors. They arrive in Luton and start crying.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 22, 2015, 09:27:42 am
Blodders places the unopened copy of Carol Vorderman's Sudoko DVD in the recycle bin - a DVD that is inexplicably contained within a redundant outer box with the same images and text as on the main DVD packaging.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on June 22, 2015, 11:14:14 am
I 50 year old snaps at his frail wife out of frustration after failing at the maze on the back of a Coco Pops box.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on June 22, 2015, 01:26:07 pm
A grotty nothing, inspired by Crash, parks by an accident black spot. The head of his cock - an unimpressive  rod of pale 35-year-old flesh, untroubled for all that time by female touch - nestles in the sticky neck of a drained Lucozade bottle. He waits for hours. A cyclist wobbles slightly after swerving around a pot hole. That's it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: neveragain on June 22, 2015, 10:52:42 pm
An ill-tempered midget with one distended nostril organises a surprise birthday party for himself and forgets to come.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: neveragain on June 22, 2015, 10:56:23 pm
A swimming pool is closed down in Rhyl.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 22, 2015, 10:57:10 pm
A swimming pool is opened in Rhyl.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on June 23, 2015, 12:47:33 am
Rhyl
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 23, 2015, 09:36:40 am
A virgin plumber spends all day working in the homes of middle-aged divorcees, and realises that porn has lied to him.

A robotic Bright House employee sets up an unrealistic payment plan on a Henry Hoover for a naive, vulnerable pensioner. That night, he sleeps like a log.

A whelk is pecked to death by demented seagulls on his 379th birthday.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on June 23, 2015, 11:58:34 am
(http://i.imgur.com/FJfCIew.jpg?2)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on June 23, 2015, 12:04:14 pm
^Where is that?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 23, 2015, 12:08:38 pm
^Where is that?

rhyl swimming pool
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on June 23, 2015, 12:19:34 pm
^Where is that?

Somewhere in Blackpool.

Apparently the other side reads "WE SELL POPPERS"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on June 23, 2015, 12:43:08 pm
Several members of the House of Lords buy poppers in Wrexham in 1986.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 23, 2015, 01:11:35 pm
When no-one is looking, Geoffrey off of Rainbow kicks the shit out of Zippy, Bungle and George for ruining his chances with women.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on June 23, 2015, 02:36:36 pm
A dispute over a can of beans with a stranger in Asda leads to a broken jaw, an affair and ultimately divorce.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 23, 2015, 02:55:13 pm
The world's tallest dwarf has a dream about sexy girls ruined by the sudden appearance of Enoch Powell shitting in a bin.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on June 23, 2015, 03:14:19 pm
Requests. Questions. Insults. Gates. Stingers. Bravado. Retorts. Padlocks. Itching powder plants. A gate within a gate. Yorkshire. Ramblers armed with Pentel pens. War.

(http://i570.photobucket.com/albums/ss147/jamieh999/gatewar_zpsi8oag2cx.jpg) (http://s570.photobucket.com/user/jamieh999/media/gatewar_zpsi8oag2cx.jpg.html)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on June 24, 2015, 02:21:48 am
Adam Sandler, plugging Grown-Ups 2, wearing a 4chan meme t-shirt, making an enormous batch of meatballs, on Guy Fieri's TV show. (https://youtu.be/5FJOc66X7oM?t=12m56s)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 24, 2015, 09:19:19 am
After their youngest child finally flies the nest, a married couple in Dundalk realize they have absolutely nothing in common with each other, and fuck-all to talk about.

It was all a big baby-producing sham.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on June 24, 2015, 09:34:38 am
A Shoreditch cunt who is tired of his homemade smoothies always being too thick to drink starts pissing in them to help with the consistency. He finds it helps with the taste too. Within a month he is the main beverage provider for the Cereal Killer Cafe.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on June 24, 2015, 10:57:32 am
A confused nonce calls ChildLine and asks to speak to a 'hot Brownie'. Thwarted but still horny, he sellotapes a cutout photo of Dakota Fanning's head to his telly screen, switches to Babestation and waits for an alignment.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 24, 2015, 12:08:11 pm
The woman who 'sang' the Chucklevision theme tune begins the menopause, a day after the humiliation of using a Coin Star machine to raise funds for some teabags.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: DrunkCountry on June 25, 2015, 11:19:55 am
I just looked outside to see if the postman's about & saw a bloke, clearly pissed at 11am, throwing what looked like a set of keys up at a third story attic roof window, mostly missing, shouting "Lerrusssssin!"

#npc
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on June 25, 2015, 07:50:55 pm
A groom asks his new bride to wear a thick moustache and perform fellatio on him while still wearing her wedding dress.

A man with hare lip chokes on a steak bake,  collapses and dies in a puddle of dog piss.

A fey gayblade buys a tiny annoying rat of dog.  His steroid using lover, complete with Village People 'tache crushes its head out of its arsehole during a scat based ' roid rage incident.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 26, 2015, 10:43:14 am
A married ne'er do well returns home from a stint in prison. Peace and quiet, a sex life, unlimited Xbox time, the freedom to do what he wants, when he wants - Just some of the many things he's going to miss from HMP Parkhurst.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr Eggs on June 26, 2015, 06:48:58 pm
http://www.yeoldeoak.co.uk/recipes-detail/2668/pensioners-noodles
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on June 27, 2015, 02:20:48 am
http://www.yeoldeoak.co.uk/recipes-detail/2668/pensioners-noodles

Where did the sausages go?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Too Many Cochranes on June 27, 2015, 03:01:46 am
http://www.yeoldeoak.co.uk/recipes-detail/2668/pensioners-noodles

I've had a tin of Ye Olde Oak before. Chicken curry, I think it was. Never again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: DrunkCountry on June 27, 2015, 05:37:59 am
I was fine all the way through town back to my house & opening the door. But, as soon as I shut the front door, I suddenly very violently & with no warning wanted to go to toilet. The pressure on my bladder was extraordinary & the urgency was such that by the time I had managed to get upstairs & wrestle my belt open, as I was frantically pulling my jeans / kecks down, my muscles had gone numb & piss was falling out of my cock, which was pointing down & away from the bowl. For some reason, instead of grabbing my dick & aiming it at the toilet, I spun around & sat down, thinking, I think, that was the quickest way to aim a gravity-loving verticle piss. This only caused a lot of piss to be pissed over the back of my kecks, jeans & trainers, the floor & the toilet seat between my legs & eventually on my legs. It was like moving a hose (the action not size, Jenkins) & finding out in the face there was still water in it from the last time. I felt like Lucy Ewing.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on June 27, 2015, 01:54:57 pm
Where did the sausages go?

Senility, mate.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on June 28, 2015, 10:45:39 pm
An also-ran GNER revenue protection officer unconsciously spells out TITS BEAN DEATH in Costcutter own brand baked beans on the back of a eleven-day old Daily Star, whilst gazing tonelessly at a large breasted vegetable ice cream inventor called Ma-Moonah cutting a deal with Peter Jones on Dragons' Den.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: KennyMonster on June 29, 2015, 09:34:49 am
A man realises that his local hardware shop does not stock the replacement part he needs to buy to stop his toilet from overflowing.

He must venture further afield.

His nearest options are Luton, Dunstable or Milton Keynes[1]
 1. or Rhyl, by bus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 29, 2015, 10:14:26 am
A toddler, who was destined to invent a cure for cancer, dies from septicaemia after cutting his foot on the last remaining old-style ring pulls to be found in the litter of Britain.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 29, 2015, 10:29:25 am
A gran, 31, buys 'Keith Lemon - The Film' for her 2yr old grandson on his birthday. Later that day she takes him to a playpark with a lethally imbalanced see-saw and a banana slide with 'suck my cock' daubed on it in shit.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Norton Canes on June 29, 2015, 11:24:47 am
A 58-year-old man urinates in his trousers while performing to hundreds of adoring fans at a music festival.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on June 29, 2015, 01:09:00 pm
A pederast signs up as an overseas Unicef aid worker.  "Easy pickings",  he mutters as he places pack after pack of Haribo in his suitcase.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: KennyMonster on June 29, 2015, 03:56:01 pm
A frustrated member of an internet comedy forum undertakes his revenge for not getting any positive karma from his latest entry.

With his time machine built he takes his vial of baldness/phismosis causing mutagen compound and sets out to pollute the water supplies of as many forum members as he can track down.

During his travel back in time he decides to stop off half way in order to but some of his favourite drink (Sunny Delight) when it was at its prime. In the supermarket queue he accidently spills some mutagen on up-and-coming TV starlet Gail Porter.

She is immediately affected and the symptoms can be visibly seen as baldness plus the effects displayed by a female phismosis sufferer[1].
 1. Scottishness
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on June 29, 2015, 05:19:17 pm
Fat backed sweaty mess Malcom pays to have sex with a shaved orangutan in a small village secreted deep in the Bornean jungle . He saved up for 10 years to make this trip. His family think he's on business in Geneva.

Phillis likes to eat caterpillars. One sunny summer afternoon in the grounds of the care home she managed to scoff about 19 when no one was looking.

Gareth collects moths.








 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on June 30, 2015, 01:17:21 am
A teenager has his first ever wet dream, about two rats fucking in a bin out the back of a takeaway. The following night as he masturbates, he pictures the rat sex, and has the best orgasm he will ever experience.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on June 30, 2015, 01:18:39 am
The person you most fancied in school is now married to somebody who is infinitely wealthier, better looking and wittier than you.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 30, 2015, 09:35:51 am
A chavette - whose dad could be one of seven people - throws a half-eaten Push-Pop under a park bench in Basingstoke. It slowly morphs throughout the day into a hideous sticky blob which later poisons and kills a family of hedgehogs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on June 30, 2015, 10:30:09 am
A cackling, black-bearded seaman slams the lid down on the bucket of writhing, foot-long girls as his vessel the Merchant Bastard bobs atrociously off the Alnwick coastline. AHAHHAHAHAHHAHHA there's me livebait, he thinks, loudly, in a fisherman's accent.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 30, 2015, 10:35:11 am
A man resembling a crap Picasso drops his wallet near a bevy of gorgeous college girls. The contents cruelly spill onto the hot pavement -  a dead moth, dental floss that reeks of cock, the key for a scrapped Volvo, and a lonely, dry, triple-thick condom - cos you never know.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on June 30, 2015, 10:39:24 am
WOAHHHH forgot I'd already posted that! changed to that one instead! don't like showing my working!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on June 30, 2015, 10:42:41 am
A 7-year old foster child shrieks with glee whilst mowing down prostitutes on Grand Theft Auto.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: yeah_cheers on June 30, 2015, 02:30:08 pm
I had to phone my house mate because of an issue with the fire alarm. The phone call began abruptly with “Who is this?”. “Steven”, I said. Exuberantly he replied, “Oh Hi mate. Your name didn't come up on my phone. New phone?” “No, I said”. “Weird, he replied, before asking eagerly "So, what’s up mate?”. “Well, Dave gave me the battery for the fire alarm last night…” and before I could continue, he groaned out “Oh, that Steve… you know, you just sound like my mate Ste from Bury”. As a Lancastrian myself, I could understand his confusion before noting that the tone of his voice had swiftly changed. “So, what’s the problem?” he said, more matter of factly.

In the fraction of a second of space that it took me to reply, I had realised that I caught a glimpse of what it would be like to be his friend. The warmth of his voice, and his eagerness to talk, and how by implication this meant that I was below an associate. Simply a house mate.

After the phone call ended, and the matter of the fire alarm was dealt with, I wondered who is this Ste from Bury? Why couldn’t I be Ste from Bury?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on June 30, 2015, 02:45:05 pm
Welcome to CaB, where you can be everyone's Ste from Bury.[1]
 1. If you play your cards right.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 30, 2015, 02:45:15 pm
I had to phone my house mate because of an issue with the fire alarm. The phone call began abruptly with “Who is this?”. “Steven”, I said. Exuberantly he replied, “Oh Hi mate. Your name didn't come up on my phone. New phone?” “No, I said”. “Weird, he replied, before asking eagerly "So, what’s up mate?”. “Well, Dave gave me the battery for the fire alarm last night…” and before I could continue, he groaned out “Oh, that Steve… you know, you just sound like my mate Ste from Bury”. As a Lancastrian myself, I could understand his confusion before noting that the tone of his voice had swiftly changed. “So, what’s the problem?” he said, more matter of factly.

In the fraction of a second of space that it took me to reply, I had realised that I caught a glimpse of what it would be like to be his friend. The warmth of his voice, and his eagerness to talk, and how by implication this meant that I was below an associate. Simply a house mate.

After the phone call ended, and the matter of the fire alarm was dealt with, I wondered who is this Ste from Bury? Why couldn’t I be Ste from Bury?

Soundtracked by

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ChsYZufzuyU (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ChsYZufzuyU)

"Why couldn't I be Ste from Bury?"

"Fucking Ste from Bury?"

"Ste from Bury?"

"Ste from Bury?"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on June 30, 2015, 03:18:10 pm
(http://c.files.bbci.co.uk/15ADA/production/_83949788_tessdaly_vernonkay_pa.jpg)

Tess feels the worms slither and crawl inside. Nevertheless, she keeps on smiling...that plastic smile she has worn ever since Vernon's indiscretion.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on June 30, 2015, 03:50:22 pm
Miriam feels the light caress of fingertips on the nape of her neck.  She knows that the touch is accidental, but dreams of a life wherein it is deliberate, clandestine and sure to aggravate Herbert, who sits beside her pretending to be engrossed in the tennis while his mind drifts back to that single happy moment of his childhood - receiving an acceptance letter from Jim'll Fix It.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on July 01, 2015, 02:38:15 am
A 42 -year-old second unit director on Celebrity Apprentice serruptitiously gathers b-roll of a mentally handicapped little person stomping through a fountain.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 01, 2015, 09:05:07 am
Macclesfield, 1971. An orange Mini crashes violently into a dead Sycamore tree, after swerving to avoid the corpse of a badger. The trapped occupants die horribly and slowly in the ensuing inferno.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on July 01, 2015, 11:07:47 am
After years of practice, a wheelchair bound woman ties a cherry stem in a knot with her tongue at a party. There is a hesitant, light smattering of applause but nobody gets the reference at all. Somebody pats her on the head and she is completely ignored for the rest of the evening.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 01, 2015, 02:29:54 pm
A nihilistic young child describes an LS Lowry masterpiece as 'gay' during a school trip nobody wanted to be on.

A baldie cat coughs up a dead, mashed-up vole during a game of pass the parcel for underprivileged children.

A gypsy has a shit in someone else's shoe on the hottest day of the year. Does he wipe his arse? Does he fuck.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on July 01, 2015, 03:11:24 pm
The moment when you return to the crushing disappointment of your wasted life after reading old love letters from a time when hope and possibility sprang forth eternal and you both felt sure the world would bow before your genius. You haven't spoken in nearly seven years, but a cursory search of the internet shows you that the writer of the letters is now leading a rich, interesting and fulfilling life. Meanwhile, you're sitting there in your undies crying over their handwritten paeans, surrounded by the wreckage of a life gone terribly wrong.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 01, 2015, 03:15:58 pm
Quote
"All the evidence has been aired publicly in a court of law and the jury have made their decision. That is a decision we respect."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 01, 2015, 03:16:57 pm

A gypsy has a shit in a blind man's shoe on the hottest day of the year. Does he wipe his arse? Does he fuck.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on July 01, 2015, 04:43:44 pm
A pensioner collapses and shits himself in queue for a free Frappuccino sample at Starbucks in Derby.

A toddler calls his Gran a 'stupid whore cunt' when she refuses him another Capri Sun. "Just like his Dad",  she thinks as she reaches for another sugary drink.

A chinese takeaway owner spunks a months takings in 20 minutes at the local casino.  He climbs over the barrier on a nearby bridge and prepares to end it all. Before he can muster up the courage he slips on a pigeon carcass and plummets to his death.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on July 01, 2015, 05:20:12 pm
A boy sees his mum's youtube search history. He learns four new diseases, five swear words, and eight racial slurs in a minute.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on July 01, 2015, 05:25:38 pm
A Tesco carrier bag blowing in the wind attacks an old man's face causing him to stumble into the gutter. Suddenly realising his frailty and mortality, he weeps quietly whilst hoping someone comes to his aid.

Meanwhile a video of the incident receives 500,000 likes on Youtube.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 01, 2015, 05:27:00 pm
snapchat in the back of the bizzie van

(current news)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 01, 2015, 05:29:10 pm

A chinese takeaway owner spunks a months takings in 20 minutes at the local casino.  He climbs over the barrier on a nearby bridge and prepares to end it all. Before he can muster up the courage he slips on a pigeon carcass and plummets to his death.

Later, as she picks up his belongings from the station, his wife is grateful that she doesn't have to fork out for chicken to satisfy the customers, at least for that night.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on July 01, 2015, 05:40:58 pm
Having reached nadir, Tom O'Conner sits, cross-legged, in front of a full-length mirror, naked but for a ragged pair of powder blue y-fronts. It is the dead of night but there are no lights on. For hours, he stares at his dim reflection, gazing into the black pits of his own eyes. 'It's over, cunt.', he whispers, repeating it over and over, a thousand times or more. 'Is this a breakdown?', the decrepit former quiz master wonders. He is surprised to find the idea excites him. He pushes on towards morning.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 01, 2015, 06:25:03 pm
You get on a bus, a kooky woman in a wheelchair parks up opposite you. She's about 39 but has dyed green hair and is wearing a Belle & Sebastian t-shirt. They're your favourite band. You are attracted to her and she to you, and wish you could say hi, and talk about favourite tunes, but you can't muster up the confidence. You are the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. The windows steam up so you can't even look out of them as a form of escapism. The Kooky woman thinks you don't want to talk to her because she's disabled. But it's not, it's not. The next 27 minutes are excruciating. You get off the bus, sure that you hear the words 'ignorant bastard' being mumbled. You step out into an indifferent world, go to the job you hate and wish you were someone else.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: emmett85 on July 02, 2015, 09:47:51 pm
Three twenty something wasters sit on a wet high street with their cobbled together music equipment, playing jungle music to a couple of baffled and woefully underdressed middle aged women caught in a storm.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on July 02, 2015, 10:52:48 pm
A blackbird diligently picks through a plastic bag in a bin. When it finally gets through the seemingly impenetrable layer of plastic, it reaches its catch: a used condom. The bird flies off with the condom in its beak.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 03, 2015, 09:15:17 am
A Victorian dimwit loses his virginity to an Islington whore dog.

An impatient dad calls his son a 'fucking Spakkanaut' in the reduced section of Iceland.

A ripped Panini sticker of Justin Fashanu inside the locker of a condemned leisure centre.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: neveragain on July 03, 2015, 11:10:57 am
Police are called to a disturbance at a Last of The Summer Wine Fan Club outing. "Better call for body bags," one officer says as he surveys the carnage.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Buelligan on July 03, 2015, 11:33:47 am
An octogenerian kills his wife, she has dementia, he needs to go into hospital but cannot find respite care for her.  Then he kills himself. (http://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-cumbria-33376317)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on July 03, 2015, 11:59:09 am
A mans willy always dribbles loads after he's had a piss. His nickname around the office is Patch Adam. 

A 2 year old twat of a child pokes the loving family dog in the eye and laughs as it whimpers.

Steve notices blood on the bog roll after wiping, "probably just the piles" he thinks. It isn't.

Ashley, a shy but curious child, spends 10 minutes patiently and carefully following a butterfly round the garden, finally after much coaxing he manages to get it to rest on his finger. He stares in a moment of pure rapturous enchantment at the universe, before his step dad boots a football full force into his face and tells him to stop being such a "stupid fuckin poof".

Nina still makes two cups of tea every morning, he's been dead for 17 years but she can't break the habit.

A small hobbity man with a face like a haunted shoe sucks out the contents of a raw egg through a meticulously drilled hole in the shell.



 









 

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 03, 2015, 12:00:19 pm
Police are called to a disturbance at a Last of The Summer Wine Fan Club outing. "Better call for body bags," one officer says as he surveys the carnage.

"oh, and get forensics for the bathtub, Geoff"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 03, 2015, 12:30:44 pm
A Pro-Life tee-totaller with bronchitis attends a Doug Stanhope gig.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Beagle 2 on July 03, 2015, 12:45:53 pm
Seconds before showtime Mark E. Smith cackles at his band: 'right lads, time to show these cunts some real fugging professsshhhhnalism" as they stare in horror at the rapidly expanding wet patch on his trousers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on July 03, 2015, 01:21:27 pm
A miserable and snobbish woman makes a formal complaint in a Tesco Express to the gormless teenager behind the till after failing to find a Coca Cola bottle with her name on it.

She'll be forever oblivious to the murderous looks the customers held up in the queue behind her are giving to the back of her head.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 03, 2015, 01:35:10 pm
The smell of your own bum-crack during a needlessly harsh disciplinary hearing.

A young dad, forced to take his whingeing kids to a Family Fun Day when the World Cup is on the telly. He doesn't even like Football.

The agony of explaining modern technology to an elderly relative who still says 'coloured people.'

Keith Harris's Twitter Account

Peter Sissons walking past a sewer during a thunderstorm.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: pigamus on July 03, 2015, 01:44:48 pm
On trial for burglary and theft, with your life in ruins, the judge suddenly realises that she went to school with you, and describes you as the 'best kid' she used to know in middle school. Initially delighted to be reunited with your old friend, you suddenly realise the desperate and awful circumstances, and the heartbreaking mess you've made of your life; you break down in tears.

Don't worry though, nothing as pisstakingly awful as that could happen in real life.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/video_and_audio/must_see/33376376

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on July 03, 2015, 03:00:17 pm
On trial for burglary and theft, with your life in ruins, the judge suddenly realises that she went to school with you, and describes you as the 'best kid' she used to know in middle school. Initially delighted to be reunited with your old friend, you suddenly realise the desperate and awful circumstances, and the heartbreaking mess you've made of your life; you break down in tears.

Don't worry though, nothing as pisstakingly awful as that could happen in real life.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/video_and_audio/must_see/33376376

She rubbed it in a bit, didn't she? Judges are always so fucking smug.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on July 03, 2015, 08:49:33 pm
A 15 year old's over used wank sock is discovered by his mum and nan and the subject is brought up around the dinner table in front of his first ever girlfriend.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on July 03, 2015, 10:07:13 pm
(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g165/muguguyman/57359455-7e03-4d4a-a284-ee164a370dab_zps2prk03wi.jpg)

Duck confit Aldi-style.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: pigamus on July 05, 2015, 11:34:10 am
The body of a dead girl is found in a plastic bag in Boston harbour. Horrible. But when people try to express sympathy in the comments, erm...

(http://i.imgur.com/iKUrWjB.png)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on July 05, 2015, 01:31:17 pm
The body of a dead girl is found in a plastic bag in Boston harbour. Horrible. But when people try to express sympathy in the comments, erm...

Boston Harbor.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on July 05, 2015, 01:33:45 pm
A twat falls down a clearly fenced-off open man hole on a drunken night out.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on July 05, 2015, 02:01:54 pm
In Leeds an honest hardworking man needs a shit after he gets out of the bath.

Sunday morning on an internet comedy forum and a shit poster becomes a new page cunt.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on July 05, 2015, 06:56:49 pm
36 year old Jack meets up with some old uni friends he hasn't seen since 2001. They are all some or all of the following: fat, bald, married, divorced, forever lumbered with kids. He is none of these things. He thinks he's superior, cock of the walk, a superior human being. The following morning, his frail mother suffers a fatal heart attack bringing up his dippy egg and soldiers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 05, 2015, 11:02:05 pm
A middle of the road stripper involuntarily evacuates her bowels on stage during a routine soundtracked by Pendulum. Brian involuntarily orgasms at the sight and smell.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on July 05, 2015, 11:43:28 pm
Two fatties get stuck in a Greggs doorway. After an asthmatic struggle, the dominant fatty absorbs the weaker one. The synthesised fatty is ineligible for a 2 for 1 offer.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on July 05, 2015, 11:46:17 pm
A cat gets drunk on discarded White Lightning and falls down a drainpipe in Scunthorpe.

A stray dog chokes to death on a bone from a discarded Chicken Cottage box in Wakefield.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MuteBanana on July 06, 2015, 09:31:18 am
A sick man who requires space, privacy and peace and quiet to function normally at home ends up living with two people who don't work and never leave the house.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 06, 2015, 11:14:34 am
^ He has my sympathy. My new neighbours are like this. 7 years of beautiful tranquility, rustling leaves, distant laughter and birdsong have been mostly wiped away in a weekend by wall-thumping bass, commercial radio - which I despise more than Hitler - Brummie accents (in the North East!) and barking dogs. As an introvert who craves peace and solitude, I have now given up on people completely.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: pigamus on July 06, 2015, 11:28:45 am
Boston Harbor.

Fair enough, but I wasn't taking the piss out of the spelling. It was the horrible bathos that made me post it here.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 06, 2015, 11:39:28 am
Fair enough, but I wasn't taking the piss out of the spelling. It was the horrible bathos that made me post it here.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: black_betty on July 06, 2015, 03:07:10 pm
A diabetic swift with a heart condition is murdered by having its external pacemaker ripped off and then force-fed half its body weight in syrup water.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: pigamus on July 06, 2015, 03:32:07 pm
Sounds like a lot of effort. Just give him a Toblerone and then make him run up the stairs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: yeah_cheers on July 07, 2015, 12:20:49 am
A 14 year old boy from Wolverhampton plays Sid Meier's Civilization and names cities after captured ISIS territories.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: yeah_cheers on July 07, 2015, 01:48:54 am
A man attends the funeral of his uncle from his mother's side. He returns home and waits for his girlfriend to inquire how it went by telephone. He monitors her Facebook activity, and begins to read a link that she has just posted on a mutual friend's wall.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 07, 2015, 08:51:47 am
A tree falls down in a Rainforest and no-one hears it.  Meanwhile, 4,000 miles away in Telford, Martin, 33, is still a fuck-ugly virgin with Thundercat curtains.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on July 07, 2015, 09:05:26 am
A middle aged couple in Barnsley, who passively witnessed their teenage son collect and become obsessed with Nazi memorabilia, still fail to connect the dots when he's eventually convicted of a racially-motivated assault.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 07, 2015, 09:28:50 am
A woman with Crystal Tipps hair looks through her childhood photographs. Her mother isn't smiling in any of them.

A shy emo is punched in the gut by a chav in a Noddy hat, near a burnt-down Funeral Directors.

A career woman goes on the Joyless Bitch diet.

A clean-cut man goes on the Tedious Bastard diet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on July 07, 2015, 09:52:46 am
A gym man meets a gym woman and they fall in love, they talk about the gym and nothing else. The wedding cake is in the shape of a flexing arm, it's made out of wholegrain rice and boiled chicken.

Stuart accidentally sits on his testicles, the pain of which causes him to have a heart attack and perish, frozen in rictus, one hand on heart the other clutching at his scrotum.

A massively stressed out and mentally disturbed mother puts one of her 6 young children in the bin to shut him up.



Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on July 07, 2015, 05:26:30 pm
An ice cream van owner from Rhyl pays way over the odds to be stump fucked by a ginger flid in a Premier Inn.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: jenna appleseed on July 07, 2015, 06:13:14 pm
Today's real life example - partner of one of the regulars at a local mental health drop in centre, spends part of today's session going from 1st, complaining about nearly not any money due to being undercharged for something or overpaid and having to pay it back/having to pay council tax eta: he would've been skint if a relative hadn't leant him money & being charged a fee by his bank for a special account. Then from that & straight after ranting about  corporate rich/"rich Arabs" having to pay less tax & getting away with it he goes straight into a rant about "people on benefits"/"on loads of benefits" *smh*
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 07, 2015, 06:38:47 pm
Following a ghastly road traffic accident just outside Milton Keynes, a Bauhaus fan breaches a police cordon under the pretence of knowing first aid, just to see what a dead body looks like.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on July 07, 2015, 06:51:53 pm
A hipster student, thinking he's being edgy and funny as fuck, tries to buy cigarettes using a gun after watching Jam for the first time.

Month later he's found hanged in his cell whilst serving a sentence for armed robbery.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 07, 2015, 11:23:28 pm

A hipster student, thinking he's being edgy and funny as fuck, tries to buy cigarettes using a gun after watching Jam for the first time.

Month later he's found hanged in his cell whilst serving a sentence for armed robbery.

Back on form. A delight to read
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 08, 2015, 09:08:43 am
A bony ex-miner buys a dented tin of Aldi cat food using 2-pence pieces he found in the gutter. Tonight, he can eat.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 08, 2015, 01:40:22 pm
A real-life Superhans does a Hiroshima-shit outside a home for vulnerable badgers.

A man called Hilary is forced to listen to an 8-bit version of Snow Patrol's 'Chasing Cars'  whilst on hold to a funeral directors.

A former 'Jim'll Fix It' boom-operator is found dead in a well.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on July 08, 2015, 01:44:40 pm
"I said an egg in a fucking chip!" he shouts, as he throws his open bag of grease-fried potato at the confused Greek proprietor of a chip shop in Leigh.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on July 08, 2015, 01:49:36 pm
A nervous man in a long-distance relationship drops his colleague's baby as "Firework" plays on the office radio.

A cancer patient vaults a stile as if to prove a cosmic point, and his right foot lands square in the centre of a fresh cow pat.  His next step plants his left foot into another, different cow pat.  His body stops fighting.

A man in his early thirties intently studies his Microsoft Excel flowchart of his many contradictory lies.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 08, 2015, 02:07:06 pm
A 47 year old dipshit with Napoleon Complex body-shames a gorgeous plus-size model on Twitter. He just misses the ensuing shitstorm after his mam calls him down for tea.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on July 08, 2015, 02:14:36 pm
Day of the budget announcement; Iain Duncan Smith stands naked staring into his full length bathroom mirror.

He sighs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on July 08, 2015, 02:37:14 pm
A man balances his iPod Touch on the top of the shower unit so he can watch porn as he masturbates.  It is hit by an errant spray from the bollocks-focused shower head causes the phone to fall onto its front.  Pausing momentarily to pick it up, the man resumes his onanism.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on July 08, 2015, 02:41:00 pm
A terminally ill man smiles as he surveys his family gathered around his hospital bed- his death bed- to say goodbye. The smile stays on his lips as they part to emit his dying breath.

Within seconds of his passing, the first argument about his will breaks out. His body is still warm. In a few weeks his family will discover that he is penniless after donating all of his money to the Conservative party.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on July 08, 2015, 02:41:16 pm
(http://c.files.bbci.co.uk/11E3A/production/_84147237_de27-6.jpg)

Iain Duncan Smith reads and reacts to each post in this thread one by one
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on July 08, 2015, 03:13:58 pm
Richard Dawkins checks his Reddit profile gleefully as his wife's name swims out of his mind's reach
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on July 08, 2015, 04:28:41 pm
An internet warrior tuts and shakes his head at every mention of the word "God" whilst at his mother's funeral. Later at the wake, he complains to his cousins that girls should like him because he's such a nice guy, but instead they go for "dick heads, 'cos they're all slags."

His eavesdropping father bares two feelings of grief that day.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 08, 2015, 05:03:14 pm
A disgusting, unemployed bastard spits a face-full of dirty phlegm at a bank teller resembling Andrea Corr. She is forced to take a HIV test, which puts a strain on her blossoming relationship with a handsome plumber called Gary.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on July 08, 2015, 06:59:09 pm
A gay chimpanzee is subjected to a horrifying gang rape by 14 Liberian nutjobs.

A husband doesnt look his wife in the eye for 53 years.

Floella Benjamin is caught shoplifting tampons in Poundland.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 08, 2015, 07:57:32 pm
A woman with Toksvig hair performs duty sex for her Freemason husband, to the strains of a condescending radio advert aimed at unemployed people in Lincoln.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on July 08, 2015, 10:10:02 pm
Club, 2002. A self conscious, pallid and glum looking little squirt of 20 in badly applied eyeliner has glitter paste rubbed on his cheeks by a cheery pink haired beauty in a Hole t-shirt. In a moment of Metz fuelled euphoria, he grabs her for a snog. The scene of horror and confusion that immediately follows completely destroys his confidence for several years.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on July 09, 2015, 03:24:12 pm
A beautiful young woman with crippling anxiety issues is persuaded by a friend to come for a night out. At the bar, she meets a handsome young man. She says hello, and he fixes her with a warm and genuine smile.

At last, she thinks, here's somebody who could actually like me for who I am, who can see past my frailty and insecurities and can fix me. A chance at a future, at the life of joy and happiness I never thought I'd have. Perhaps I'll be able to let go of my past and all of the awful things that happened to me.

"What's your name," he asks, placing a hand gently on her arm and sending her broken heart a-flutter.

"Moet," she replies.

He laughs and walks away, and her heart breaks anew.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on July 09, 2015, 07:16:12 pm
A catbox, occupied on the way to the vets but empty on the bus journey home, is forgotten and left on that bus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 09, 2015, 10:53:06 pm
A modern couple spend 32 indecisive minutes trawling through Netflix for a film they both want to watch, before arguing over fuck all and spending the night in separate beds.

A middle aged man blows out the candles on a Thomas the Tank Engine birthday cake.

An awful woman wears a pair of jeggings so tight you can actually see what brand of sanitary towel she is wearing.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on July 10, 2015, 12:07:35 am
A 20th wedding anniversary weekend away descends into divorce proceedings due to the combination of a misused tea towel and no toilet paper.

In an emergency a man shits in a cat litter tray.  Enjoying the convenience,  he makes it a regular thing.

Signing on.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 10, 2015, 09:35:00 am
A stay at home mum pushes her youngest sprog on a dirty swing whilst idly dreaming of all things she could've been, but will now never be.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 10, 2015, 11:05:12 am
A Guillemot chokes to death on a Trebor Mint that it stole from a dead pigeon.

A group of infant children laugh at a black paraplegic man struggle with kerbs and dogshit near an old Esso Garage.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 10, 2015, 07:02:57 pm
Coldplay and Def Leppard songs on a Britpop Mix-Tape.

A silent Buddhist vacates the flat above you. A jobless Heavy Metal fan from Walsall moves in.

Taping songs from the Top 40 in 1989 and the DJ keeps talking over the end of them.

Having your dreams shat on by your own family.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on July 10, 2015, 11:19:24 pm
Bertha's fat leg.[1]
 1. The concept not the user.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on July 10, 2015, 11:23:44 pm
A single man who lives alone in a bedsit in London is sanctioned for being 2 minutes late for an appointment at the Jobcentre. A week later, having not eaten in the previous three days, he uses his last half an hour of electricity to watch an episode of The Big Bang Theory.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 11, 2015, 08:19:48 am
A man called Bubba tries desperately to survive 1950s Alabama.

John Noakes is terrorised by his own reflection.

A man clutching a bottle of WKD in a shit nightclub tries to pluck up the courage to speak to an I-phone zombie who couldn't give a fuck if he lives or dies.


(Sorry, I can't stop thinking of desolate stuff, I'm a happy-go-lucky scamp really)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on July 11, 2015, 12:25:08 pm
A witless, sexless, childless couple in their late thirties think Fifty Shades of Grey is an accurate reflection of an emotionally fulfilled life. In their state of shocked indequacy, they both wish they'd watched Budgie the Little Helicopter instead.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 11, 2015, 12:25:09 pm
A happy go lucky scamp turns 40 and realises he was never really happy and more scampi than scamp judging my the smell emanating from his nether regions
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 11, 2015, 01:11:21 pm
A short, 56yr old Asian man with a combover and the word 'Punani' on his t-shirt, who thinks he's well gangsta.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: canadagoose on July 11, 2015, 02:02:26 pm
A 57-year-old alcoholic from Dalkeith vomits on a carefully-arranged pile of clementine oranges in the local Co-op. The store's newest employee, a fresh-faced, optimistic 17-year-old is given the task of cleaning it up, with a cardboard box, a mop, a bucket of disinfectant and lukewarm water. The manager goes back into the warehouse and literally pisses herself laughing. She has no clean underwear, but she doesn't care.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 11, 2015, 02:24:55 pm
A hapless virgin commits suicide and is re-incarnated as himself.

A dizzy young woman secretly goes to her boyfriend's stand-up gig to surprise him. She is the butt of every joke.

A construction worker finally connects with a real woman and makes plans for a date. A day later he is moved to the Middle East indefinitely.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on July 11, 2015, 04:14:37 pm
An awkward silence throbs between two stale dangleberries that've been bivouacking in the western face of a animal-hating pig farmer's putrified, gristly arsebundle when it becomes clear that the girlberry does not feel for the boyberry as his shitmate has come to feel for her.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on July 11, 2015, 04:35:17 pm
On a sunny day where most normal, happy and functioning people are out and doing normal, happy and functioning person things, a bored misanthropic underachiever with bad hair and a burgeoning cider gut checks in to page 98 of a thread called 'Desolation'. He is greeted by an ecstatic Iain Duncan Smith. Yet a-fucking-gain.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on July 11, 2015, 06:13:03 pm
Doreen remembers what the street used to be like, when she knew everyone by name, when you could leave your back door ajar and never worry about burglar's or smack-head's as she does know. But mainly she remembers the days when she didn't open the front curtains and spot a Television X film crew across the street recording a scene for their new series: 'Britain's Filthiest Benefits Claimants'.

She tuts as she always does when she spots an adult film company crew using 'her' run-down but secluded cul-de-sac for a hardcore grumble location shoot.

"Disgusting!" she says to herself over the early morning sounds of grunts, moans and an ex-marine's bollocks slapping loudly against an arse.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on July 11, 2015, 06:20:22 pm
A 32 year old man-child pisses into a bag of his own baby clothes his mum found up the loft earlier that day.

A pub landlord pisses in the glass washing sink.  He hasn't used the actual toilet for months.  He leers at his cock and silently mouths "figgy pudding".

A hardened gimp drowns in a piss filled gas mask in the toilets of Berghain.  Nevertheless,  the party won't be over for him for at least another 40 hours.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 11, 2015, 09:26:20 pm
A daft bastard in a Knightmare t-shirt plays Duke Nukem with one hand whilst failure-wanking his flaccid member with the other.

A man with children desperately tries to think of more desolate scenes to get rid of the sight of Ian Cunting Duncan Cunting Smith at the top of a website he spends too much time on.

Ivor Cutler shits himself silly whilst queuing for overpriced bratwurst.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hangthebuggers on July 11, 2015, 09:33:04 pm
no
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hangthebuggers on July 11, 2015, 09:45:00 pm
z
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on July 12, 2015, 12:18:50 am
Hangthebuggers posts something so heart wrenchingly desolate that he is forced to remove it lest it trigger a wave of suicides.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: jenna appleseed on July 12, 2015, 04:33:06 am
Hangthebuggers posts something so heart wrenchingly desolate that he is forced to remove it lest it trigger a wave of suicides.
just missing the chance to to kill off a curious Ian Duncan Smith.

eta: Yay, a reason to celebrate being a new page cunt
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on July 12, 2015, 01:12:46 pm
no

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Bonk

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Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 13, 2015, 09:35:02 am
Visiting an old graveyard on a remote cliff-top overlooking a beautiful glade, you stumble across an overgrown family grave from the 1950s. You notice that the daughter cruelly died aged 15, but the parents lived for another 20 years. You are overcome with emotion for someone you never knew, as you imagine them standing there in tears watching the casket being lowered, some 60 years earlier. Now they too have joined her in the silent earth, it's as if they never existed.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 13, 2015, 10:06:11 am
Nosey bonk emerges from the grave of your recently departed infant daughter.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 13, 2015, 02:10:20 pm
You go to buy a tidy second hand car from a middle-aged man who sells them for a hobby. You go into his house, a beautiful detached town house with autumn-hues, small indoor fountain and a chilled vibe. He clearly lives for the day and has a calm, casual demenour about him. Hey, nothing's a problem. Cup of tea, mate? There are some tickets for an upcoming jazz festival near a portfolio of the properties he sells. He has some framed Beatles Vinyls on the wall too. His eldest son, a keen snowboarder, smiles politely and says 'hi' on his way out, no doubt embarking on another fun event in his young life. A fluffy pedigree cat rubs against your leg. You wish you lived here. This reminds you of everything you're not, and never will be. Never CAN be. You pay your money, shake his hand, and drive back to the tiny, cramped terraced house you call home and will never escape from.


Right, I think I've exhausted all the autobiographical ones now.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on July 13, 2015, 02:53:46 pm
Your dead body lays cold, pale and naked on a mortuary slab. Isaac the mortician, who has seen millions of bodies over his long career, has become truly numb to the many peculiarities of the human body. He calls in the mortician from the next town to laugh at your weird dead pale penis.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: KennyMonster on July 13, 2015, 02:57:41 pm
http://www.theguardian.com/politics/2015/jul/13/david-cameron-open-to-workers-saving-up-fund-own-sick-pay

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on July 13, 2015, 03:04:24 pm
Can we compile this thread into the next CaB book?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on July 13, 2015, 03:05:47 pm
A roadkill cat called Belle is lost to the ages after having tarmac poured over it.

Miriam, her owner, still looks for her.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 13, 2015, 04:15:23 pm
Can we compile this thread into the next CaB book?

It was supposed to be done with pictures last time around but i was a useless lazy bastard and it did not get done
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on July 13, 2015, 04:17:28 pm
A lank-haired bus driver surveys what's on offer at 'the meat rack' - that area of the bus station where fat, dowdy, desperate women with low IQ's gather to flirt & gossip with the drivers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 13, 2015, 04:22:13 pm
Quote
Dermot O'Leary's been cleared by watchdog Ofcom after swearing during a live broadcast of his 24-hour danceathon on the BBC One Red Button.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 13, 2015, 06:12:11 pm
Having a big wank over the woman doing the sign language on an old episode of Fifteen to One.

Informing a thick as pigshit plumber that Joe Strummer has just died, and he hasn't a fucking clue who you're on about.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on July 13, 2015, 06:19:12 pm
A forty year old man buys tickets to a Vampire Rock Opera in Dunstable.  It's the highlight of his year.

A pigeon with a clubbed foot is pecked to death and partially eaten by a seagull in front of an abortion clinic.

In the throes of a dementia induced timewarp, 85 year old Bertie travels back to Xmas 1935. The unbridled  joy,  wonder and excitement is replaced with pain,  fear and bedsores as reality pays a brief visit.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 13, 2015, 08:40:55 pm
A married young couple sit in a greasy, run down seaside cafe on a grey November Tuesday in 1989. They have nothing to say to each other, and the unwanted baby she is carrying grows up into a full-blown Derek.

A randy young nowt feels a definite erection whilst hugging his warty old gran. He didn't even know she had a cock.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on July 13, 2015, 11:02:26 pm
A self-proclaimed 'nice guy' fails in his desperate attempts to pick up women in a provincial club. After drowning his sorrows in copious amounts of blue WKD and being kicked out by the bouncers for "being a pest", he finds himself vomiting into his fedora.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on July 14, 2015, 07:47:19 am
"That bloody owl has t'witted it's last ta'woo!", thinks Herman as he sets up outside the barn at 3am; picnic chair, 4 cans of strongbow and a "spear" made out of an old rake with some knives taped to it.

A group of rosy cheeked children decide to go apple picking on a late summers eve. They manage to swipe 12 iphones and sell them to the local dealer for 6 white and 4 brown.

Marcel looks down tentatively, his willy has shrivelled to the size of a salted slug. He knew the MDMA was a bad idea on his wedding night.




Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on July 14, 2015, 08:41:28 am
An old git in a Jaguar and on a private pension screws up his nose and shakes his head when he drives past a job centre in Hull.

He's annoyed at poor people for the rest of his journey.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on July 14, 2015, 08:42:31 am
Krishnan Guru-Murthy
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Pit-Pat on July 14, 2015, 08:47:01 am
A human being votes Conservative
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 14, 2015, 08:51:28 am
An old bingo machine covered in pigeon shit, in the store room of a community centre that closed for refurbishment in 1996 and never re-opened.

Stirring a pot noodle whilst remembering someone from your youth you were head over heels in love with, but never had the courage to tell.

A spinster dies alone, unnoticed and smelling of wheelie bins, with the song still in her.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 14, 2015, 10:28:27 am
A lacklustre orgy behind the bins at a recently burnt out Toby carvery.

A fragile young man weeps tears at the memory of the ever-damp 80s carpet at his former workplace, a now burnt out Toby Carvery.

The former manager of the burnt out Toby Carvery spends all of the insurance money in wine gums and 'used' panties imported from Japan.

A profusely overweight Binman focuses the loss of his favourite Toby Carvery, on working up a mighty sweat to layer onto counterfeit 'used' panties.

A former Toby Carvery reopens as a Toby Carvery just in time for the Christmas Day booking period.

A badly wired microwave causes a heinous fire on Christmas Day, killing several diners and completely destroying the establishment.

A lacklustre orgy...
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on July 14, 2015, 03:14:41 pm
A woman writes an article about letting an ex-boyfriend penetrate her anus in the hopes that it would make him want to marry her. Instead he breaks up with her after finding some residual excrement on his penis. She excitedly submits the article to Salon.com.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on July 14, 2015, 11:26:59 pm
A professional singer, past his prime and given up on his dreams of hitting the big time, spends the day in a small studio recording the jingle for Kraft Crumbles, a new line of heavily processed food chunks sold in a bag.

Singing lyrics such as, they're crumbelievable and the big cheese taste that blows you away to the tune of EMF's Unbelievable, the only form of direction comes from a man in a polka-dot tie from the agency telling him to "make it sound cooler."

Further back, a representative from Kraft closes his eyes and nods his head in time with the music.

It is 2005.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dex Sawash on July 15, 2015, 12:15:53 am
A man edits a nob and bollox on an image of Pluto and nobody cares.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on July 15, 2015, 11:24:23 am
The father of one of the girls from `2 Girls 1 Cup' wakes up to another unavoidable day, he drinks from a stale concoction of various alcohols mixed up in an leftover jam jar and stares purposefully at the light fitting yet again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on July 15, 2015, 01:50:31 pm
The inaccuracies and misrepresentation of the mythos in the Batman Vs Superman: Dawn of Justice trailer genuinely reduces a grown man to tears.

The portrayal of the Joker in the Suicide Squad trailer rile a grown man so much that he savagely beats his wife later that evening when she suggests "it's only a clown film".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 15, 2015, 02:38:29 pm
Miss Plymouth 1976 looks into a modern mirror and sees Rod Hull.

An office cleaner walks glumly past the Topshop-clad Middle Manager whose shit she has just wiped from a cubicle wall.

 - The same woman waits for a bus in torrential rain near a soulless shopping centre on the outskirts of Plymouth. It never arrives. Just like her dreams.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on July 15, 2015, 03:14:09 pm
He went to shit but it was sloppy instead of solid; the straw that broke the camel's back for Gary's impending nervous breakdown.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 15, 2015, 04:10:11 pm
A hormonally rampant 13 year old ventures from the nest for the first time. On advice from an older friend he scours a local woodland and throbbing with sexual anticipation approaches a pile of discarded magazine pages stuffed behind some empty kestrel lager cans. His newly engorged penis becomes flaccid when he realises the expected grumble images are just pictures from an old Rumbelows catalogue with some littlewood's men's thermal underwear shots for good measure.

Many years later he is arrested for fucking an old Panasonic TV dressed in cotton long johns in the very same wood.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on July 15, 2015, 04:31:33 pm
Deleting BDSM porn from your dad's hard drive days after his death so as to spare your mum from the horror of seeing it. Opening one unnamed folder, you find photographs of your mum balled and gagged, surrounded by thirty wanking men. You realise with horror that one of the men  bears a striking resemblance to you.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 15, 2015, 06:55:07 pm
A bollock-faced man declines the invite of a night out in Luton, because why would anything nice happen?

Englebert Humperdink wins the world's shittest whistle in a Christmas cracker.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on July 15, 2015, 06:56:05 pm
A thread on a comedy forum wherein users post their own imagined and sometimes real examples of desolation reaches 100 pages.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on July 15, 2015, 08:52:40 pm
A pristine, unopened box of Katie Price Kissable perfume still partially encased in some Christmas wrapping is found in a bin by the 1976 Miss Plymouth. Down the hatch it goes.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: phes on July 15, 2015, 09:04:41 pm
A voucher entitling the bearer to 50p off a pint of Peroni elapses.

are you over this now?



A pigeon with one foot rubs its cloaca against a muddy, childs shoe on a towpath
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on July 15, 2015, 09:19:51 pm
A man petitions for Su Pollard to be made a dame on her IMDB message board.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bizarro Mark Bosnich on July 15, 2015, 11:08:58 pm
Deleting BDSM porn from your dad's hard drive days after his death so as to spare your mum from the horror of seeing it. Opening one unnamed folder, you find photographs of your mum balled and gagged, surrounded by thirty wanking men. You realise with horror that all of the men bear a striking resemblance to you. (She had hand-picked them online.)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 16, 2015, 07:44:10 pm
A skidmarked towel being used as makeshift curtains by a man in sheltered accomodation who has given up on life.

A colleague you fancy catches you reading a self-help book on a park bench, when you've told them you were in Magaluf.

Sitting on your balcony in a Brixton tower block at 3am, you hear a distant phone ringing through the still air - someone somewhere is being informed of the death of a relative.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on July 16, 2015, 10:55:45 pm
A jaded and potless scrap of a man spends another night in by himself in front of the telly. A programme called The Trouble With Mobility Scooters begins. "For fuck's sake", he mutters, as he angrily prods the buttons on his remote for BBC1. The screen does not change.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on July 16, 2015, 10:59:17 pm
A great tit misses a window ledge and twats its head on a wall.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on July 16, 2015, 11:02:13 pm
A man with crippling anxiety reaches the zenith of his tortured mind when he feels guilty simply over the death of the germs as he wipes the shit from his ring piece.

He collapses into a sobbing heap on the tiled floor before he can bring himself to flush.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on July 16, 2015, 11:08:54 pm
A man tasked with disposing of a dead great tit, tosses it at a nearby pot plant. The tit corpse bounces off, and further disintegrates over the pebbledashed collonade.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 17, 2015, 08:57:46 am
During a messy divorce, a Rochdale child finds out that neither parent wants him.

A dusty dildo in the kitchen drawer of a male amputee.

A young epileptic girl opens the Box Of Life and finds fuck all.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on July 17, 2015, 09:10:48 am
Hey, Bertha's Fat Leg, it's "Flatley, my dear" as in Michael Flatley, hence the River Dance joke. "Flatley."

...

A lonesome, anxiety prone 20-something gets pedantic at 9am on a comedy forum, over another user's personal text. Not even showered or brushed his teeth yet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 17, 2015, 09:22:41 am
Christ you're right, what a dunce.

-----------------------

An old man with the mental capacity of a five year old kicks a cat skull around a puddle of piss in his own back yard.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 17, 2015, 09:33:18 am
The lights of the distant city flitter across the bay like fireflies dancing in the tears of Jupiter.

Mary crosses the short stretch of sand between us and plants a salt tinged kiss on my lips. A melancholy foghorn calls from far in the dusky twilight.

I am in paradise...

...

The oasis of bliss is broken by a tremendous screeching noise that wrenches me back to my squalid bedsit in Croydon. The sunshine bus full of screaming mentally challenged children heading for Margate ploughs through my living room wall. The last image I see is of a Down's syndrome boy losing his head on the replica scimitar I bought for 20 quid on a dubious darknet site.   
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 17, 2015, 10:07:37 am
A redundant taxi driver sings Happy Birthday to himself and stares into the abyss. It's not even his birthday.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on July 17, 2015, 01:41:03 pm
Linda Lusardi uses what's s left of her feminine wiles to catch the eye of a would-be hipster barman in Doncaster. He doesnt notice as he's too busy thinking about beard lotion.

A gay pensioner wanks furiously over a paused Bargain Hunt still of David Dickinson licking his lips and winking.

A 42 year old man with downs syndrome grows a goatee beard and videos himself miming to George Michael albums.  The 'video camera' is a broken Super 8 bought at a car boot in Pontypridd.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Goodsoup on July 17, 2015, 01:59:13 pm
A lovely, perfect mother blames herself when her son grows up to be a predatory zoophile.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ZoyzaSorris on July 17, 2015, 02:18:45 pm
A bollock nosed cadaver brings himself to furious climax, exorting his secretary to read out the two thousandth page of the ecstatic desolation that has been his muse for five wonderful years. Putting down the phone, he catches a glimpse of his spunk flecked face in the dining room mirror. 'Prime Minister Osborne, your public awaits', he smirks.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 17, 2015, 02:47:17 pm
Les Dennis sits astride a wonky stool in front of a full length mirror. He is completely, utterly bollock naked. A flickering lightbulb hangs directly over him as the pastel wallpaper peels from the wall. He has the look of a man on death row, engaging in a staring contest with himself and losing. The hours pass, until finally, finally, a small grin appears on his dry lips and he cackles manically.  After a few seconds, the black cloud returns, and his face once again morphs into the gnarled mask of a man stuck in a void of nothing.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on July 17, 2015, 03:06:38 pm
A man desperately tries to think of something desolate to impress a bunch of strangers on the internet but comes up short.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: KennyMonster on July 17, 2015, 03:54:25 pm
A man desperately tries to think of something desolate to impress a bunch of strangers on the internet and cums on Clare Short.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 17, 2015, 08:11:54 pm
A man who could've done with that confidence boost today is shot down by a mean-spirited person he'll never meet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on July 18, 2015, 08:36:06 am
A man with truly hideous facial symmetry tries to focus on his McNuggets as the gang of giggly teenage girls opposite take pictures on their iPhone's and marvel at how spectacularly ugly he is.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on July 18, 2015, 08:40:45 am
A man who could've done with that confidence boost today is shot down by a mean-spirited person he'll never meet.
Mine was aimed at the thread in general
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 18, 2015, 08:50:59 am
Doctor, my wife's got no nose

"Fuck, off"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on July 18, 2015, 09:28:46 am
"I'd give myself "Seeevvvveerrrrn! ...out of ten", chuckles a self-satisfied tax lawyer into his dating app video intro, pleased with his contemporary reference to the demented world of clapping, dancing, dead-eyed bastards.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ZoyzaSorris on July 18, 2015, 10:15:38 am
A snide twat carps from the sidelines as a bunch of people have fun
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on July 18, 2015, 07:10:41 pm
August 2046. In a cramped and overheated Coca-Cola hospice, elderly Gavin Esler slips into the long dark forever, his final dementia blurred thoughts alighting on the haunting memory of a videolinked Mark E Smith waggling his tongue a bit on Newsnight. Not the loves of his life, his family, his childhood or favourite place. That.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 19, 2015, 08:48:22 pm
A hairy oddball crams undercooked Pop Tarts into his ugly mouth whilst gleefully watching the Tommy Cooper death footage on a neverending loop.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on July 19, 2015, 08:57:49 pm
A fat suicidal bus driver is tasered to death in Grimsby.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 19, 2015, 10:21:56 pm
A jobless scrote writes a random phone number on the wall of a Penrith toilet cubicle, offering bum sex to strangers. The number belongs to a 97 year old RAF veteran who is bombarded by so many perverts, he hangs himself in a belfry.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on July 19, 2015, 10:31:26 pm
A Marks & Spencer employee reduces a 'Oriental Tastes' ready meal from £4.60 to £4.24.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 19, 2015, 10:40:23 pm

A Marks & Spencer employee reduces a 'Oriental Tastes' ready meal from £4.60 to £4.24.

Close to the bone that one, gah!
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on July 19, 2015, 10:53:12 pm
A back-street organ seller haggles over the price of a dead child's kidney.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on July 19, 2015, 11:34:00 pm
A Chinese tourist hacks up a chunk of phlegm covered Kendal Mint Cake over a quarry.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on July 21, 2015, 09:14:58 pm
A man walking a dog and carrying a bag of shit gets called a cunt by a bald man in a convertible white porsche.

As the sun sets and blue turns to gold and pink a teenage couple in the throws of first love sit in an empty and neglected piece of scrubland on the outskirts of London. Terry whispers into Jody's ear "can I choke you when we first do it?".

Eric licks pavements. He doesn't know why. Something about the grit and the dirt and the grime, the mineral tang at the back of his throat. He does it on the way to work every morning, walks with purpose, bends down as if to tie his shoe laces, quick look to see if anyone is about, then lower, lower still, tongue meets concrete and he is happy for a brief moment.

Andrew's given up on wanking. Doesn't enjoy it anymore. 





Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on July 21, 2015, 10:10:56 pm
A jobless wrongcock from Whitehaven verbally abuses a traffic warden.  He does not have a car nor the skill to drive one.

A child from Greenock passively smokes the equivalent of 4,000 cigarettes before its fifth birthday.

A frail donkey is tormented by an actual Pinhead at a petting zoo in Ayr.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on July 21, 2015, 10:12:19 pm
A Borders carrier bag wafts on the breeze in a boarded-up town centre.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: poo on July 22, 2015, 02:39:07 pm
A man called Martin just came around to try and sell me a new front door. He drives an old Volvo. He was in my lounge for ages talking about doors and both him and me were obviously completely uninterested. In the end he gave me a quote and I said it was twice as expensive as the other quotes I'd had, which it was, and with that Martin thanked me and left in his Volvo. It was all very Glengarry Glen Ross with Martin. About 10 minutes after he left I was lying naked on the bathroom floor wanking in front of a mirror with a finger up my arse. A very bleak couple of hours.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on July 22, 2015, 02:45:00 pm
A deficient horse bleeds out in a skip.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Beagle 2 on July 22, 2015, 02:57:10 pm
(http://i.imgur.com/7myCwqF.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: phes on July 22, 2015, 03:06:00 pm
eating a meal deal in a Sainsbury's car park in Halifax
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 22, 2015, 03:55:19 pm
A man calls Martin drives off a cliff in an old Volvo after being left humiliated by an odd-eyed beanpole who rejected his doors.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on July 22, 2015, 03:58:00 pm
It's Turner Prize time.

This Year

A microscopic erection preserved in bas-relief.

£25,000 please
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 22, 2015, 03:59:08 pm
Jobson Snyke hangs himself after being terminally disappointed by the promise heralded by the arrival of his Braunhut x-ray specs and the passing of 58 year old Pearl Marlborough down the murky hallway.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on July 22, 2015, 04:16:21 pm
A man spends his week needlessly getting door quotes just to pass the time, telling each salesman that the last guy was cheaper. The price of doors drops to it's lowest level in years, putting hundreds of door salesman out of business and unable to feed their families.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on July 22, 2015, 04:57:48 pm
A discount pork pie splatters upon the pavement after being anonymously catapulted from the multi story carpark.

A corporate sales weekend at a cheap hotel in Middlesbrough.

A 49-year old grandmother with a face like Jimmy Nail examines a pair of peep-hole knickers in the Wolverhampton branch of Anne Summers.

A lone Air Max '95 floats atop a river of shite at the sewage treatment centre.

The widower of an alcoholic sobs gently as the radio plays 'I Am A Cider Drinker' by the Wurzels.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dead Soon on July 23, 2015, 05:11:10 pm
A pedant corrects the spelling of separate in an overly detailed wiki synopsis on a Chucklevision episode.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on July 23, 2015, 05:20:11 pm
A teenager with a head shaped like a brick tries to convince people he's been affectionately nicknamed Wall-E, after the lovable film character, rather than pejoratively nicknamed Wally, after the head he has and the thing he obviously is. The only girl in his class that likes him deletes his number from her phone. She's empathetic, but that level of delusion is a thing too far. She loses her virginity to her second cousin instead.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dead Soon on July 23, 2015, 05:22:05 pm
Christmas is cancelled after the mass shooting in the head and face of Father Christmas.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 23, 2015, 07:01:39 pm
A dad refuses to take his kids to see a film, as it only has a 6.7 rating on IMDB.

Another dad takes photos of Helicopters at an airshow, but makes sure there is a fit girl in each shot, to be used as wank fodder later on.

Simple Simon meets Purple Aki.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on July 24, 2015, 12:39:16 pm
A beggar is mown down and killed by a stampede of simpletons trying to catch up with Arg from The Only Way Is Essex.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on July 24, 2015, 01:11:15 pm
A youth opens the curtains in the morning to find the dazzling sun shine and clear blue skies turns his stomach with anxious dread. "It's a beautiful day," he whispers to himself, "someone's going to invite me outside for something social."

A vet tells a dog owner that her pet is obese and diabetic. The worlds of man and beast merge ever closer.

A pigeon and a crow fight over a discarded KFC chicken wing on the high street in Leigh.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dead Soon on July 25, 2015, 12:15:08 am
On a moribund Deal or No Deal fan forum, a daily poster complains about there being too much messing about in the game.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on July 25, 2015, 02:40:51 am
Saturday morning, 3am. A newly married woman downs two bottles of bad rosé and tries to seduce her half asleep husband on the sofa, a gruesome bulge of pink bollock flesh poking out through the elastic of his sweat drenched underpants. She is told to fuck off.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 25, 2015, 08:45:10 am
A child in care kicks a spastic pigeon into a ditch.

An old man with no family or friends peers out from behind a dirty net curtain into the dog-shit minefield that is his back yard.

A 37 year old woman who is still the 'quiet one' of the group, but it stopped being cute in 2001.

The smell of shit and bins behind a French supermarket as a ridiculously sun-tanned man in a passing sports car looks down on you for being British.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on July 25, 2015, 10:22:07 am
When you dream of nothing but the mundanity of pushing an empty trolley around the aisles of an Asda superstore, then wake up, and still, you want to go back to sleep.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 25, 2015, 10:53:32 am
Unfolding flip-flop - dog shit drama on a misguided drunken midnight ramble through the less salubrious areas of Praia da Luz.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on July 25, 2015, 11:08:21 am
Under pressure from his parents and aunts and uncles, 18 year old Halfez goes to Mecca in order to perform Hajj. As he perambulates around the Ka'aba, one in an ocean of people rapt in trancelike religious fervour, circling and circling lost among the throng, all he can think about is Stacey. A mousey shy girl with freckles across her nose who's always nice to him and once gave him a peck on the cheek. Her parents are Jewish. He continues walking around the Ka'aba, a tear on the same cheek he once received a kiss.

"NOOOOOOOO!" shouts Martin as he fumbles and drops his bowl of Ramen noodles all over his expensive gaming PC, he tries to mop it up with his minions t-shirt but it's no good. Both are ruined. He cries until dawn.

Patrica, a beautiful Brazilian shemale with buttocks like polished doorknobs moves from Rio to Slough in the hopes of a better life and more opportunities. It isn't better. It really really isn't better. The sheer ugliness of the inhabitants leave her in a state of shock and bewilderment that she never really gets over. Even after moving back to Brazil she still sometimes has nightmares about those faces, those terrible awful pasty faces of misery and discontent. 

A hedgehog suffocates inside a discarded Lidl bag.



Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 25, 2015, 04:43:02 pm
A pre-menstrual woman thumps her husband in the temple for whistling the Blackadder Theme whilst driving home after a horrible, pissing-down-all-day outing at Whipsnade Zoo with their spoilt bastard son.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Paul Calf on July 25, 2015, 09:17:17 pm
Quote
Fury over Portsmouth America's Cup concert refunds

Organisers issued a statement on Friday explaining the South Coast Proms concert, featuring the Band of HM Royal Marines, was cancelled for "public safety reasons".

It added it would refund all Friday evening tickets, which cost £25, as well as offer them free tickets for the Portsmouth Live! concert featuring Spandau Ballet, Wet Wet Wet and McBusted.

(http://ichef.bbci.co.uk/news/660/cpsprodpb/12F1D/production/_84479577_b7cc4005-2ef8-4380-add8-6ac0ac86d72c.jpg)
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-hampshire-33656524
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on July 26, 2015, 10:14:56 pm
An urban fox develops diabetes.

In 2015, the student union in Derby advertises a Little Britain night. It's the busiest night of the year.

A doctor tells an Oasis fan that he must stop drinking and quit smoking otherwise he will be dead within the year. Swagger gone, he goes home and puts Cigarettes & Alcohol on repeat before collapsing into a puddle of tears, regret and self pity.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on July 26, 2015, 10:17:56 pm
A child's first word is 'Barry'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on July 26, 2015, 11:49:34 pm
A CEO throws a girl out a window just to prove he can get away with it. When he notices his friend wasn't looking, he puts on his voice decoder and calls the orphanage again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on July 26, 2015, 11:58:11 pm
"So, has anyone ever had cancer before?" asks Charles to a group of strangers at an event he was invited to online.

All those months of therapy to overcome crippling social anxiety and develop social skills; wasted.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 27, 2015, 09:27:15 am
Harvey Keitel sells out and appears in a dreadful British advert, dealing with a non-entity actor, intended to represent 'the man on the street' - who is a total cunt anyway.

A criminally shy office worker partakes in Movember, but notices he is not included in the blokey, banter-driven end-of-month photo featuring the other participants. Maybe they just forgot to ask him. Yes, that's it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 27, 2015, 09:37:17 am
A Trilobite never awakens but lies dormant for millions of years.

A grotesque obese amateur omni-collector uses a trilobite fossil as a makeshift anal dildo in a Dorset cove.

A Trilobite awakens.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 27, 2015, 12:26:31 pm
A husband tries to initiate sex with his wife for the first time since their teenage son Barry died of a Heroin overdose 17 months earlier. 'Too soon..'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on July 27, 2015, 09:13:26 pm
All there is at the end of the world is a hologram of a ghost of a shit. But not a real one; just a man thinking of a hologram of a ghost of a shit.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on July 28, 2015, 12:15:10 pm
Lunch time. A browbeaten office subordinate sits and eats his squashed jam sandwich and slimey brown banana in a dank public toilet cubicle, all the better to avoid yet another onslaught of apparently ceaseless human interaction. He smiles as he feels the fibres of his right sock slowly absorb a puddle of cold piss through a hole in his shoe. This is bliss.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on July 28, 2015, 01:04:02 pm
The director of a piss fetish video becomes distracted and the shot slowly begins to trail, in and out of focus towards a LIDL shopping bag.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on July 28, 2015, 10:21:26 pm
Real Desolation

RIP Dud. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVWGutY0xbw)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 28, 2015, 10:42:03 pm
I can hear the music all around me
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Goodsoup on July 28, 2015, 10:55:19 pm
A recluse spends six months building up the courage to join a karate club as a means of beginning to create a social life. When he arrives at his first session, the other members make no attempt to hide the fact that they belong to a closed clique and they hate newbies. Then he tears the ligaments in his ankle during the warm up. As he hobbles out, teary-eyed, he decides to never try anything ever again in his life.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on July 28, 2015, 11:09:05 pm
Settling on a price of ten euros, a grandmother with dizzy gillespie cheeks starts work noshing off 4 men on holiday in Ibiza. The last lingers for a moment, his heart burning with the dream of saving the woman from the streets. She rolls up his foreskin and slaps him on the arse with a toothless smile.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 29, 2015, 09:05:31 am
The Coronation Street theme blares from a tiny Phillips telly in the bedroom of an incontintent Rochdale octogenerian who thinks he's Ghengis Khan.

A rudderless woman whose life is scheduled around Russell Grant horoscopes and Jason Priestley fan fiction, solemnly peruses the reduced section of Food Giant wearing her dead gran's wedding dress.

A missing section of carpet in a Mansfield 2-up, 2-down, never replaced since the former owner hung himself there in 1992.

A butterfly stuck in a fly trap whilst a malnourished Beagle looks on.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on July 29, 2015, 09:49:40 am
True:

The Coronation Street theme blares from a static caravan in a camping site near St. David's Wales. It is the evening of 9/11 as BlodwynPig trudges through the drizzle and gloom to announce the news of the day to his girlfriend back in their tent over a tin of cold baked beans.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on July 29, 2015, 09:55:46 am
A retired Akela swats at a fly that doesn't exist.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 29, 2015, 11:13:56 am
Your world crumbles around you after the horror of seeing yourself in a home video, and realising how ugly you are when viewed from the side, and how boringly monotonous your voice is.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on July 29, 2015, 05:48:17 pm
A child is christened Daenerys Kardashian Jones while a baby hedgehog drowns in a sewage treatment plant.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on July 29, 2015, 10:10:19 pm
A man browses a thread about  desolation on a niche comedy forum as he slowly yet purposefully evacuates his bowels, desperate to put his own Iife into perspective.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Crabwalk on July 29, 2015, 10:24:56 pm
Sticky Vicky still hasn't retired.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on July 29, 2015, 10:26:16 pm
A man at a business lunch awkwardly confuses Jack Warner with Robert Mugabe. His black colleague he previously considered a friend never looks him in the eye again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Crabwalk on July 29, 2015, 10:27:43 pm
A man browses a thread about  desolation on a niche comedy forum as he slowly yet purposefully evacuates his bowels, desperate to put his own Iife into perspective.

A man edits his short post, but notices later that several typos remain.

It's too late now.

It's too late now.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on July 29, 2015, 10:35:55 pm
A man panics about his use of commas and fucks up the syntax of an otherwise fucking great post
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: finnquark on July 29, 2015, 11:06:42 pm
Stansted Airport Arrivals Lounge. 2.45 a.m. Burger King. Sprayed around the dining area are maybe 15 people, mostly alone, though some in small groups. On the loudspeakers, Sam Smith is reaching into his emotional hinterlands on his smash-hit record 'Stay With Me'. As he hits the chorus, six unrelated people simultaneously (and audibly) sing 'Oh, won't you stay with me?', before returning to their fast food.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on July 30, 2015, 12:35:13 am
Dane Bowers cuts the ribbon to open a new branch of Wickes in Telford.

A middle-aged man parades naked before a full-length mirror with a considerably sized sausage in hand, pathetically imagining he's a well-endowed male porn stud rather than a paunchy, bald sales manager with B.O.

A cross-eyed home economics teacher unhappily stares out onto the school fields at Mr. Perks, the PE teacher who spurned her drunken advances last Christmas.

A fat builder leaves a sweaty-arse patch on a housewife's wooden kitchen stool.

Two warehouse employee's have a farting contest from adjacent toilet cubicles.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: phes on July 30, 2015, 12:37:06 am
a depressed man goes for a walk on google streetview
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 30, 2015, 08:22:53 am
A computer programmer in a faded Red Dwarf t-shirt listens to a cd of whale noises to drown out the sound of his flatmates having noisy, violent sex in an adjoining room.

A Tomb Raider fan has his first legal pint and it tastes of arse.

An unused party popper on the table of a man who died from a heart attack on new year's day in front of his entire family.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on July 30, 2015, 08:23:43 am
An unmarried, 40-something post office cashier is obsessed with Chris Tarrant.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Phil_A on July 30, 2015, 12:23:17 pm
In Poundland, a recently bereaved man intently scans the tracklisting of a refurbished Starsailor CD.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on July 30, 2015, 12:23:56 pm
A soda fountain only has Sprite.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on July 30, 2015, 12:57:07 pm
A woman with cankles stuffs her feet into plastic brogues, takes her meds and paces up and down her hall while the tv blares out The Wright Stuff.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: finnquark on July 30, 2015, 01:21:38 pm
A huge cruise liner is docked at Venice, with the tourists heading out for organised tours of the city. On the starboard side of the ship, facing the city, an Oklahoman sits on his 8th floor balcony. He is dressed in a full captain's outfit, despite being a civilian passenger, and is smoking a cigar whilst passively watching Serenissima.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: solidified gruel merchant on July 30, 2015, 02:37:54 pm
An angst-ridden teenage boy on a harrowing LSD comedown gets a phone call to say his mother has been raped.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on July 30, 2015, 02:38:34 pm
Jesus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: stunted on July 30, 2015, 02:43:13 pm
Would be far worse getting that news on a harrowing come up.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on July 30, 2015, 02:45:41 pm
Disc 54 of 56 on The Complete X-Files Collection partwork is pressed incorrectly, and features the episode "Providence" four times.  The manufacturer goes into administration, making a replacement impossible.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 30, 2015, 08:55:37 pm
A couple of sniggering wideboys draw a giant cock and balls on a school desk during a talk from an Auschwitz survivor.

An Andover binman has a Peter's Mad Thought and digs up the remains of his mother's dead cat, leaving it's open coffin outside her bedroom door.

A future sex offender uses a lighter and Lynx Africa to create a spider Hiroshima.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on July 30, 2015, 09:02:21 pm
A man laughs alone in his flat, as he waits for a frozen pizza to cook, changing the words of Electric Avenue and singing "We're gonna rock down to Arse-Anus Avenue".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on July 31, 2015, 09:06:17 am
A tatty woman called Morag buys a faded-pink Kia Picanto and names it Dumpy. This car is her best friend. This car is her only friend.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on July 31, 2015, 10:16:59 am
A trans support group leader's mobile phone rings during a session.  His ringtone is Tone Loc's "Funky Cold Medina".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on July 31, 2015, 05:02:22 pm
A trans support group leader's mobile phone rings during a session.  Her ringtone is Aerosmith's "Dude Looks Like A Lady".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on July 31, 2015, 11:51:17 pm
Kevin, a man wrongly convicted of murdering his beloved wife and 2 children, is sentenced to death. On his final night he decides that he wants one last wank before he fades away to nothing. After finally coaxing his penis into one last grim salute, his first tug is overenthusiastic and separates skin from bellend. Too distraught to cry out, Kevin collapses and spends his final night on Earth silently sobbing as his penis ejaculates nothing but blood.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 03, 2015, 02:22:04 pm
An IT consultant on the way to Halfords sees a T-shirt that reads "What do we want?  A cure for Tourette's!  When do we want it?  Cunt!" and laughs at it.  The laugh is sincere.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 03, 2015, 02:59:27 pm
A Beagle chokes to death on rogue pizzle, the shock of which forces it's elderly owner into a frenzied seizure, from which he never fully recovers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on August 03, 2015, 03:10:20 pm
A man wakes in a park after a failed overdose attempt with a slug in his mouth.

After a small bingo win a pensioner treats herself to a discounted three bird roast from Lidl. She vomits for days afterwards and is admitted to hospital where she succumbs to an MRSA infection within the week. 

A balding teenager cry-wanks himself to sleep after watching Teen Wolf.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on August 03, 2015, 03:20:19 pm
One of the most brilliant minds who ever lived is so apoplectic after seeing a man flog a horse in the street that he falls into a catatonic state from which he never re-emerges.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on August 03, 2015, 03:21:21 pm
A man laughs alone in his flat, as he waits for a frozen pizza to cook, changing the words of Electric Avenue and singing "We're gonna rock down to Arse-Anus Avenue".

This honestly doesn't sound like a bad night.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hound Of The Basketballs on August 03, 2015, 03:31:21 pm
Maybe the man put the pizza in the oven without pre-heating the oven properly.

THAT changes the tone, I think you'll agree.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on August 03, 2015, 03:42:49 pm
Forum posters known only by their usernames; cuntbeaks and Berthas Fat Leg, share a Road to Damascus moment on a 30-50s holiday in Marbella, from which neither fully recover.

As the rotted corpse of the once flame haired Liverpudlian celebrity is carted away from behind the bins in which the two "lads" had been rummaging for McDonald's leftovers, they agree never to speak of the incident again.

One of them, however, leaves Spain with a notably grim souvenir discovered in the dark parts of the iconic ITV cinderella.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on August 03, 2015, 03:48:42 pm
Disaster strikes at the Last Of The Summer Wine Appreciation Society's annual get together as a bobble-hatted fan suffers a massive cardiac arrest whilst rolling downhill in a tin bath.

The bath and it's now deceased occupant accelerates rapidly down the hillside, pummelling into the Tombola queue, crippling both children of the Singleton Family from Carlisle in the subsequent collision.

It careers over a bigot's foot before smashing into the steel perimeter of the cheaply-hired Dodgems circuit.

Upon impact, the corpse of LOTSW enthusiast and local Compo-impersonator Albert Clifton is catapulted from the bath, landing with a wet splash in an algae-covered duck pond, crushing a Duck named Murray.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on August 03, 2015, 08:09:40 pm
"An anagram of Italian", smirks an digital executive, gesturing toward the namebadge of Natalie, a sumptuous WH Smiths cashier. He realises his error and would soon bat a Big Issue seller's piles of pages into a filthy London gutter.


 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Old Nehamkin on August 03, 2015, 10:39:32 pm
Twitter's second most popular Phil Mitchell parody account tweets a stolen topical joke about an X Factor contestant. It doesn't really seem like the kind of thing that the character of Phil Mitchell would even say. He gets 29 retweets and 65 favourites. The man who runs the account? Phil Mitchell actor Steve McFadden.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 04, 2015, 07:40:34 am
A woman of 46 cries into a laminated poster of Corey Feldman most nights.

A troubled man attempts sexual relations with a headless shop dummy in a windy Pennines layby.

You, sat on the toilet with the shits, reading the still-active Twitter account of a first year Law student who drowned in a river in 2013.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on August 04, 2015, 08:33:54 am
A macaw learns the phrase "frozen peas".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on August 04, 2015, 12:27:15 pm
Properties to Rent in Middlesbrough:

(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CLLHYF6WIAAL14j.jpg)

Warren St
£300 (PCM)

Stunning Semi-Detached in residential area, perfectly situated between sewage plant, job centre and rubbish tip. Outside lavatory, single glazing (1 window cracked), soiled mattress in garden, central heating (thermostat fault). Great location, ideal for single-parents, benefits claimants or drug addicts.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on August 04, 2015, 02:08:03 pm
Properties to Rent in Middlesbrough:

(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CLLHYF6WIAAL14j.jpg)

Warren St
£300 (PCM)

Stunning Semi-Detached in residential area, perfectly situated between sewage plant, job centre and rubbish tip. Outside lavatory, single glazing (1 window cracked), soiled mattress in garden, central heating (thermostat fault). Great location, ideal for single-parents, benefits claimants or drug addicts.
  • Radiators (leaking)
  • Light Bulb (blown)
  • Damp patch
  • Infestation
  • Dead Rat (rotting)

As featured on George Gently

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zITW6YjKURs (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zITW6YjKURs)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 04, 2015, 03:43:02 pm
A catcalysmically retarded groundsman literally doesn't know his arse from his elbow, and he shits his long johns while kneeling in front of the cistern.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on August 05, 2015, 12:26:05 am
Realising that your lifelong, self given nickname is rastafarian slang for child molester.

That awful proustian rush of pork scratching related memories while wiping your ass with a dock leaf at a classic motorcycle rally.

 A prostitute gives a  negative review of your oral sex skills on Trip Advisor.

The overriding sense of hubris when you tell a work colleague that you share a birthday with Melvyn Hayes.





Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 05, 2015, 12:22:17 pm
A retired electrician bursts into tears in Aldi when a soft drink implores him to "share a Coke with" his dead son.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 05, 2015, 01:16:01 pm
You crack a witticism in the office, but no-one laughs. Three minutes later someone else makes the exact same quip and receives the kind of laughter usually reserved for classic-era Richard Pryor.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 05, 2015, 01:35:31 pm
Animal behaviour experts conclude that all inner-city road kills of domestic animals are deliberate on the animal's part.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 05, 2015, 02:06:28 pm
During the jubilant open-top bus celebration of his team's recent promotion, a Second Division footballer receives a phone call informing him of his father's sudden death, forcing him into fake happiness for at least another hour.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 05, 2015, 02:20:36 pm
Andy is so self-conscious about his appearance that the slightest blemish on his skin makes him hopelessly depressed. Because of this he insists on asking people "do you get cold sores?" before asking people out on dates.

It's for this reason he's single, still.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 05, 2015, 02:26:13 pm
At 10:40pm on Monday, a mature student's twenty-years junior roommate looks up from Timesplitters: Future Perfect to announce "Oh yeah, Harry, your dad's, uh, uh, um, uh, uh, (snaps fingers twice) dead."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 05, 2015, 02:39:35 pm
A man with Fido Dido hair goes to a modern Nightclub wearing a Crowded House t-shirt. In his pocket is a ribbed condom, 'cos you never know.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 05, 2015, 02:42:18 pm
A wheel detaches from an Eddie Stobart lorry, splatting a mummy badger into hot asphalt.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 05, 2015, 02:45:52 pm
In a desperate attempt for internet praise, a user of a forum posts the same fictitious desolate scenario twice. Three minutes apart.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 05, 2015, 02:47:05 pm
A white man whose life has been ruined by racism towards his Jamaican wife is told by a smug, purple-haired American girl with a nose stud that he needs to check his privilege.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 05, 2015, 02:47:16 pm
After a desperate attempt for internet praise, another user in the same forum feels mildly crushed after seeing his post no longer makes any sense. Less than three minutes apart.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 06, 2015, 10:13:31 am
A fan of US comedy changes his name by deed poll to Turd Ferguson. No-one gets the reference, no-one thinks it's funny, and everyone shuns him thereafter - especially his wife and kids.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on August 06, 2015, 10:38:47 am
It's his first day on site. Gary forces himself to guzzle the burning hot tea down his gullet as quickly as possible as that's what all the other lads seem to do. It hurts. It really hurts.

A mans root canal filled tooth cracks into bits as he bites down on the biggest pork scratching he's ever eaten. He really loves pork scratchings as well. No more pork scratchings for him.

Beth always had a creative streak. She expresses it by creating a complex and intricate pattern of minon figurines on her desk space. 

A brittle pensioner slips and breaks a hip on a crispy creme donut that's fallen out of a box that was bought in order for someone to ingratiate themselves into an office full of cunts at a job they hate. 

"You can't pop the lid off smarties tubes anymore, they've redesigned the packet." Says Jeff as his "opener" with Carol. 



Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 06, 2015, 10:49:01 am
Albert's the man in his office full of cunts. "Ask Albert, he remembers everything!" "Albert, you'll remember; what was that meeting about last year where Liz stormed out in a huff?"

It's true, Albert does have incredible memory. He says it's a blessing. A true gift to have such photographic memory.

Behind a fake smile.

Because he remembers every wank he's ever done. And each memory brings with it its own feeling of guilt, shame, and embarrassment.

Haunted, he feels like bursting into tears every time he sees Liz bend over to get the milk from the fridge during lunch break.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 06, 2015, 10:50:03 am
A man gets out of bed and steps on - in order - a plug, a lego, and his infant son.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on August 06, 2015, 10:56:52 am
A driverless car crashes into a driverless pedestrian. No one gives a damn.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 06, 2015, 11:01:49 am
A woman beeps her horn angrily at a car in front going 15mph in a 30 zone.

It's a funeral procession.

For a child.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on August 06, 2015, 11:51:14 am
A woman beeps her horn angrily at a car in front going 15mph in a 30 zone.

It's a funeral procession.

For a child.

Her nephew.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 06, 2015, 11:52:19 am
Her nephew.

Strange. I was going to put that as well, but left it at just child.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 06, 2015, 02:40:29 pm
A bereft child is informed by his headmaster that his father has been "cancelled".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Goodsoup on August 06, 2015, 03:27:22 pm
A real one I heard about:

A teenage daughter stops speaking to her father "just for the fun of it". While on the family computer she discovers that his last two google searches are "why does my daughter hate me?" and "how can I get my daughter to like me?" She then brags about this to her friends - "hahaha he is such a loser". She is his only child.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 06, 2015, 03:35:52 pm
A man finds out from a small comedy forum that the reason his only daughter has stopped talking to him was simply "for the fun of it" after googling "why does my daughter hate me?" and "how can I get my daughter to like me?"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on August 06, 2015, 07:43:08 pm
A 42-year old man grimaces, as he steps off the pavement onto the adjacent grass, to make way for a cyclist. Despite there being plenty of room for both to pass comfortably on the pavement. He mutters something under his breadth and carries on home, primed to kick his dog.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: gout_pony on August 06, 2015, 07:52:02 pm
http://www.itv.com/news/anglia/update/2015-08-06/ipswich-rated-as-the-third-happiest-place-to-live-in-the-uk/ (http://www.itv.com/news/anglia/update/2015-08-06/ipswich-rated-as-the-third-happiest-place-to-live-in-the-uk/)

Get. In. Grave.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on August 06, 2015, 09:47:38 pm
A failing human assembles a terd-based terrapin, using his own shit for the legs, tail and beak and a homemade paper maché for the shell. It will be Christened with a z-heavy nickname, just like his. Dazza. Or something.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 07, 2015, 09:08:13 am
A fuck-faced bison clumsily rapes its own fart, conceiving Paddy McGuinness in the process.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 07, 2015, 09:27:41 am
In the understaffed maternity ward of a "Silent Hill" filthy hospital, a hoisted minger queefs a retard onto a waiting drop kick from her fiancée, Paddy McGuinness.  The baby survives, but grows up to be four additional Paddy McGuinni.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on August 07, 2015, 09:42:38 am
Southampton. A zooming, souped up twatmobile runs over the legs of a tiny toddler in a wedding suit, disabling him for life. The sticker on the rear bumper reads ' "If one day speed kills me, do not cry because I was smiling" – Paul Walker'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on August 07, 2015, 09:46:14 am
An obscenity extols the virtues of reading one book every day and why the big black Lamborghini behind him is a constant reminder that humility is the key to success.

(You may have seen this TED cunt on Youtube).
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 07, 2015, 09:50:33 am
In a rented storage unit in Pittsburgh, Paddy McGuinness sheds his body like the condom on a Pepperami, and a new, stronger Paddy McGuinness is birthed.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 07, 2015, 10:14:31 am
An elderly and frail Paddy McGuinness is surrounded on his deathbed by dozens of well-meaning Paddy McGuinni, closing his eyes for the last time before Dr Paddy McGuinness pronounces him "dink dank dead".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 07, 2015, 10:19:57 am
A production line of Paddy McGuinii malfunctions, producing a limited edition 'Spazzy Paddy.'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 07, 2015, 10:21:48 am
Aliens come to earth with a miracle cure for cancer, landing their spaceship in the car park at a Paddy McGuinness stand-up show in Ipswich.  They glide up the steps into the venue.

Five minutes later, they decide to give everyone on earth cancer instead.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on August 07, 2015, 10:37:55 am
One of Prince Phillip's regular mistresses gets mouth cancer due to excessive use of mouthwash.

The Timmy Mallet fan club steps in front of a train. He was 48.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 07, 2015, 10:42:01 am
An old man is abandoned by his grandson in a ditch at the side of the A480 after an argument about Bovril.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 07, 2015, 11:00:53 am
A baby hedgehog gets trapped in the piss-and-concrete stairwell of a Dundee tower block forever.

Blockbuster Video, 1997. Derek asks if he can borrow Batman Forever. 'No, you'll have to bring it back tomorrow!'  quips the cheeky assistant.
'Ok' replies Derek.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 07, 2015, 11:13:50 am
Sally and Vince decide to put Grandma into a retirement home just so they can spend two weeks in Benidorm.

Grandma chokes to death on a dry Turkey sandwich whilst Vince is shouting "AB-LAY EENGLAY? Forfucksake!" to a tired shop keeper 1400 miles away.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 07, 2015, 11:26:30 am
A signed photograph of Roy Castle drops into a puddle of foggy piss during a Tadcaster house clearance.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 07, 2015, 11:47:44 am
During an ice-breaker session for new Call Centre employees, Geoff and Katy get talking, and find out they have a mutual love of beagles, mountain biking, old Triumphs and Stanley Kubrick films - alas, Katy is also shallow, and Geoff has a melted face ('The Full Weston'), and from that day onwards the only words they ever utter to each other are 'Hi.'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 07, 2015, 12:11:23 pm
Looking at a picture of a young Joan Sims and wishing you could go back in time to tell her she's utterly lovely, and not to worry so much. But you can't.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on August 07, 2015, 12:13:27 pm
The only person in the whole world Hulk Hogan doesn't refer to as 'brother' is his mother's son from a later relationship.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on August 07, 2015, 12:17:38 pm
A man uses a massive amount of energy to travel back in time to save JFK only to find himself materializing during the filming of a late 80's Hale & Pace sketch.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on August 07, 2015, 12:51:27 pm
A homeless couple smoke heroin in a Dublin doorway. Around the corner, an obese American tourist wearing horrible shorts pays €10 to have his picture taken with a man dressed as a leprechaun.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 07, 2015, 01:04:24 pm
A return journey from visiting family in Derby. You go for a piss in the cubicles of Leeds Motorway Services. In the adjoining stall, you hear a man in the throes of masturbatory pleasure. A weathered orthopaedic shoe crosses the boundary into your cubicle as the vinegar strokes are frantically reached. You recognise this orthopaedic shoe. What the fuck, grandad?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 07, 2015, 01:09:48 pm
A suddenly self-aware Paddy McGuinness travels back in time to try and prevent the McGuinness uprising, but when he cannot resist a quick visit to Greggs, he inadvertantly causes a much faster, more efficient one.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 07, 2015, 01:14:06 pm
It is 2269.  A pooing Paddy McGuinness hears his own voice scream from the toilet bowl.  Attendant Paddy McGuinness reassures him, before he heads upstairs to join the Paddy McGuinness throng watching Paddy McGuinness.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 07, 2015, 01:17:06 pm
Fifteen hundred confused and infuriated Paddy McGuinness fans brutally beat and rape Paddy McAloon, inadvertantly causing the Guinness/Aloon civil war.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 07, 2015, 01:23:16 pm
Paddy McAloon, desperate to escape the rise of Paddy McGuinness, "leaps" from the earthly plane as a horde of Paddy McGuinni swarm into his bedsit, tearing his body to pieces with their gravy-tinged fangs.  McAloon's soul travels through time and the cosmos for four hundred years before it finally manifests on earth within the body of a flatulent, fuck-faced bison in mating season.

Seconds before his newly animalistic nature seizes his mind, Paddy McAloon succumbs to the McGuinnfinity.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 07, 2015, 01:23:51 pm
A man accidentally shits himself because he couldn't be arsed to move from his computer when he really needed to go.

He still takes his time to finish typing his essay-long rant on Reddit about girls never dating "nice guys" before changing his trousers.

Doesn't even have a shower.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 07, 2015, 01:24:27 pm
A man who played a man in the exam room with Mr Bean in the first ever televised episode of 'Mr Bean' is told he only has weeks to live.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 08, 2015, 07:51:16 pm
A tyrant smashes his son's piggy bank to reveal fifteen polaroids of his wife's anus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 09, 2015, 09:01:09 am
A nostalgic herbert buys the first series of 'Desmond's' on VHS, but midway through Episode 1 the recorder chews up the video. In a pique of rage he kicks the faulty machine, fatally electrocuting himself.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on August 09, 2015, 03:47:11 pm
A harried nurse who recently learned that her husband has terminal cancer prepares an inappropriately flirtatious Gene Simmons's anus for a colonoscopy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 10, 2015, 11:15:59 am
A newly-pregnant supermodel watches a pitlane monitor in horror as her racing driver husband perishes in a fiery inferno during the Indy 500.

A widower with lumbago and a fat arse struggles to empty a dishwasher whilst his dickhead cat looks on smugly.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 10, 2015, 01:17:56 pm
A man attempts to initiate conversation with the statement "So, North America won the DOTA 2 international".  He is 32.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on August 10, 2015, 02:25:16 pm
The only two members of a Social Anxiety meet-up group sit in total silence for three hours.

As a video of the Bradford Stadium fire plays in the background, a weasel-faced fire safety officer checks his e-mail's to see if he's been given a firm delivery date for his fleshlight.  "Look at them burn" he says listlessly as his mind turns to the pleasure he'll have once he has a moulded plastic vagina in his life.

A weakened battery farm chicken is pecked to death, then cannibalised by his fellow feathered in-mates.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on August 10, 2015, 02:38:57 pm
A Status Quo completist.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on August 11, 2015, 08:59:38 am
A lowly and forgotten Sky employee bashes out yet another flyer advertising Sky 3d football, not knowing that the pamphlets will never go further than his boss' dropbox folder he deposits them in.

He gazes proudly at the poster that covers one wall of his small office. "This one's for you guys!"

(https://iamdaveknockles.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/andy-gray-richard-keys.jpg?w=490)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 11, 2015, 09:02:39 am
A French street artist named Le Plop spits on a begging child.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on August 11, 2015, 02:38:24 pm
On hearing Ian, her depressed 8 year old son, shakily trying to gain entry to their heavily mildewed flat, wanton Wendy staggers to her feet and necks a warm rum and fag butt cocktail before spotting her daytime paying gentleman friend's dirty yellow protein blast slicking in the goldfish bowl. She uses Ian's SpongeBob hand puppet in her futile attempts to soak up the offending jism, which only helps it dissolve into the shitty fishwater, before slipping over on some cat vomit and toppling the goldfish bowl onto her head.

Ian enters the room, his unlit eyes absorbing his fallen mother, the blood, the vomit, the spunky shitwater and the flapping fish. And SpongeBob. Why'd she have to bring SpongeBob into it?

He goes looking for his father's hammer.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on August 11, 2015, 02:58:24 pm
A slaphead does a 'George Michael' in the toilets at Durham Cathedral.

A highly strung meth addicted bingo caller moves to Durham in an attempt to escape the damnation of London. He ends up in a sex dungeon on the first night, Goatse'd.

A Japanese tourist buys a selection of commemorative tea towels from Durham Castle.  Later that night he uses them to mop up vomit and blood from the toilet floor of a Premier Inn.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 11, 2015, 04:55:54 pm
A Merseybeat poet pisses on his own floating shit, like a filthy Egon Spengler from Ghostbusters using a bollock-based Proton Pack to exterminate a malevolent turd Phantom.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 11, 2015, 04:59:30 pm
A hen party and stag party for the same wedding meet by chance at 2 in the morning in Wigan A&E.

No one's smiling.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on August 11, 2015, 05:35:58 pm
Badger meat is his favourite.



Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 11, 2015, 11:58:04 pm
A Sainsbury's basics lasagne is microwaved until it's still cold in the middle but is nevertheless eaten with drab haste whereupon it is ejected in a geiser of boiling slurry into cracked, shit-stained porcelain a few hours later. The third time this week.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on August 12, 2015, 12:04:10 am
In a moment of weakness, a completist TV Guide collector ejaculates on the cover to his copy of the exceedingly rare May 1983 issue featuring Erin Moran from Joanie Loves Chachi. It will cost him two weeks wages to procure another one.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 12, 2015, 12:08:04 am
A man pays for a pack of fags using all the loose pennies he could find in his squalored flat. Took him an hour.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on August 12, 2015, 01:59:43 am
A man shows more emotion after losing a game on FIFA than at the death of his wife.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: clingfilm portent on August 12, 2015, 02:59:48 am
edit
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on August 12, 2015, 08:04:45 am
Edit edit. A life's history
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 12, 2015, 09:18:12 am
A copy of Fifa 11 is not purchased for ten pence.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 12, 2015, 11:10:57 am
A fat old man barks and claps like a seal whilst watching 'Brum' on VHS in a Bristol nursing home.

An unloved child asks for an XBox One for his birthday but receives a second hand Wii with no games.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on August 12, 2015, 01:41:04 pm
A boy is beaten up on an estate after describing a bag of street drugs as "cromulent". There are no winners.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 12, 2015, 01:44:23 pm
A tech support consultant watches the Monorail episode of The Simpsons for the first time.

"What on earth is all the fuss about?" he exclaims to nothing.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on August 12, 2015, 02:04:48 pm
A woman selling jeans on ebay blurs the photos to obscure some stains. They sell for £4.72, not including the ridiculous P&P costs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on August 12, 2015, 04:41:14 pm
A man carries his real-doll into a women's clothing boutique in order to have its measurements taken so he can order clothes for it off eBay. He hasn't bothered cleaning out the orifices.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on August 12, 2015, 07:27:26 pm
A sixty-something recently-retired creep spends four months creating a program that allows him to send mass messages to women on fetish websites. After five thousand messages, there are still no replies.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on August 12, 2015, 10:54:57 pm
An evening with Derek Acorah at a Hull casino goes terribly, terribly wrong
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on August 12, 2015, 10:57:42 pm
A coked up Mark Mardell staggers through downtown Washington DC at fuck o'clock in the morning dressed as Hilary Clinton
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 14, 2015, 01:00:39 pm
A desperate head of drama chooses the only christmas play he feels can't possibly "trigger" anyone - an adaptation of Funnybones.  Unfortunately, the opening night is disrupted by a protest from "skeletonkin" who feel that the work demeans skeletons.  A barrage of Twitter abuse and his phone number being posted on the popular skelekin Tumblr prompt him to hang himself later that night.

A young man asks his manic pixie crush to "zip him up".  The enormous kitten's head causes him to sweat out all the water in his body.  His last thoughts as he lies on the floor of the convention hall are those that have always plagued him - he knows he's not a cat, he knows it's not real, it was just so hard to make friends.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on August 14, 2015, 01:40:37 pm
Dom Jolly: You're probably thinking where you know me from right?
Checkout Worker: That's 3.99 please sir
Dom Jolly: I used to be on the tele
Checkout Worker: 1 penny and your receipt, thank you
Dom Jolly: I did the big phone
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on August 15, 2015, 10:45:48 am
A cat starves to death in a Whiskas tinning factory because her claws aren't sharp enough to open any of the tins.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on August 15, 2015, 04:04:02 pm
A human starves to death in a Whiskas tinning factory because her claws aren't sharp enough to open any of the tins.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: biggytitbo on August 15, 2015, 04:09:30 pm
Same story as above but with a chimp thats aware of its own mortality.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on August 15, 2015, 04:34:27 pm
An elderly woman with failing eyesight mistakenly opens a package addressed to her 38-year-old stay-at-home son. She wonders out loud why Steven ordered a flashlight in the post, and as a gesture of kindness spends several minutes attempting to place batteries in her son's mail-order Fleshlight.[1]
 1. Which he purchased second-hand off of eBay and which came packaged in bubble-wrap and masking tape
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on August 15, 2015, 04:34:51 pm
On the eve of his birthday, a friendless man tidies his own bedroom 'for the big day'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: biggytitbo on August 15, 2015, 04:36:25 pm
On the eve of his birthday, a friendless man tidies his own bedroom 'for the big day'.


Please don't mock me.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on August 15, 2015, 04:50:16 pm
A man spends 25 minutes in a supermarket aisle deciding what colour incontinence pads to buy this week.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on August 15, 2015, 04:54:36 pm
A man spends 25 minutes in a supermarket aisle deciding what colour incontinence pads to buy this week.

A horrified checkout girl looks down at her feet as said man explains what he spent the last 25 minutes doing and makes a clumsy joke about them all ending up the "same colour in the end"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on August 15, 2015, 05:21:59 pm
A disillusioned primary school teacher loses his shit and calls a misbehaving kid with curly red hair a "little Hucknall fuck".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on August 15, 2015, 05:42:58 pm
A bald man from Leeds devises a new route from work to home to decrease the chances of encountering his forum nemesis.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MuteBanana on August 15, 2015, 06:28:58 pm
A fit as woman who is cool, funny, has interesting hobbies and a cool son lives miles away in another country.

And the worst part is you have to watch her look for dates on a dating website. Like she has to fucking search for people who find her amazing.

I'm over here.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: biggytitbo on August 15, 2015, 06:31:15 pm
A bald man from Leeds who occasionally sees a man he doesn't know near Tesco express immediately takes to an Internet forum to tell everyone about it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on August 15, 2015, 06:36:02 pm
A stupid man tries to think up a made up desolate scenario to post on a forum on a Saturday night, he opens a thread called "Dog shit man" and decides there's no point.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on August 15, 2015, 10:01:00 pm
The only friendship of two autistic boys ends because one doesn't share the other boy's obsessive interest in spatulas.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on August 15, 2015, 10:02:35 pm
A bald man from Leeds who occasionally sees a man he doesn't know near Tesco express immediately takes to an Internet forum to tell everyone about it.

Who is this!

I ask because he sounds like a fine man. Certainly one I would befriend rather than shun.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on August 15, 2015, 10:05:20 pm
On the eve of his birthday, a friendless man tidies his own bedroom 'for the big day'.

Single sentence synopses for most, if not all, episodes of Mr. Bean would stack neatly into this thread.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 15, 2015, 11:19:16 pm
A hapless wankshaft spends three months enchancing the quality of Youtube-lifted Zapruder footage, just so he can see JFK's head exploding that little bit more clearly.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on August 15, 2015, 11:43:05 pm
A sparrow is punched by a bouncer after it swoops to collect a peanut.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: shiftwork2 on August 15, 2015, 11:54:34 pm
Why isn't Biggy and Shoulders meet in LEEDS not a thread?   There's some right thin shit limping on to the second page in GB right now in fact the weakest thread is mine and you've both been in it.  Sort it out. 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on August 15, 2015, 11:56:54 pm
A hapless wankshaft spends three months enchancing the quality of Youtube-lifted Zapruder footage, just so he can see JFK's head exploding that little bit more clearly.

He logs off, puts his jacket on and heads out. Later on, he studiously avoids the gaze of a fellow bald man who recognises him at Bridgewater Place, Leeds.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on August 15, 2015, 11:58:54 pm
He said he'd cut me if I talk to him and I take threats from a bald gaunt giant sort of...fair to medium seriously.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on August 16, 2015, 03:35:11 am
A malnourished spider has a miscarriage in a snorkel.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on August 16, 2015, 04:12:34 am
A popular Maroon 5 song inexplicably chosen for the first dance at an expensive wedding arranged squarely to appease the quaint and mawkish values of a bunch of smug boomer generation arseholes forever represents nothing but a huge sense of loss, suffocated potential and unutterable despair.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 16, 2015, 08:39:46 am
Three hours after not being recognised in Homebase, Geoff Capes sits on his favourite budgie.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on August 16, 2015, 09:33:59 am
A stoat performs its infamous dance of death in predation of a crisp packet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on August 16, 2015, 09:55:01 am
February, and a mono-antlered, bedraggled reindeer kneels to lick farmhand urine from a thistle that's collapsed into his pen.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MuteBanana on August 16, 2015, 11:10:14 pm
That single fit mum who lives in another country. What you supposed to do?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on August 16, 2015, 11:25:51 pm
Stephen Hawking wakes with a start and suddenly realizes that,  given an infinite number of parallel universes, for every second of the day there is a parallel universe where a cartoonesque anvil is falling on the head of a parallel-universe Stephen Hawking.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on August 17, 2015, 12:06:17 am
And he hopes that, today, it might be this universe.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 17, 2015, 08:51:47 am
A dark back alley in Tunisia, 1957. A 91yr old woman hovers over a drain, lifts up her nightie and pisses out of something.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 17, 2015, 11:53:18 am
During his first ever internal completion, a 37 year old Lutheran emits a noise that resembles Kermit the Frog being strangled by Peter Sissons.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on August 17, 2015, 01:27:46 pm
A man takes off his belt and uses it to whip a pond full of frog spawn for a good 15 minutes.

A hipster buys a garish snake belt on Ebay for £72.89. He wears it at a pop up Gin Shack and receives many envious glances.

In the absence of a belt,  a hopeless junky uses her daughters skipping ropes to locate a vein in her ruined arm.



Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 17, 2015, 01:39:59 pm
^ Beltin' post.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on August 17, 2015, 03:13:20 pm
1995. An unpopular and gullible boy is convinced that 'the new Nirvana album' is only available at Rumbelows.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 17, 2015, 03:47:43 pm
A man spends his twenties trying again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 17, 2015, 04:42:24 pm
A man spends his thirties giving up.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on August 17, 2015, 05:57:48 pm
In the absence of a belt,  a hopeless junky uses her daughters skipping ropes to locate a vein in her ruined arm.

There's a dark ambiguity at play here.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 17, 2015, 06:16:27 pm
A man with the twitter handle 'Pakkiejeff68' uses free editing software to add the Benny Hill theme tune over footage of the Ken Bigley beheading.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: emmett85 on August 17, 2015, 10:20:22 pm
A disparate collection of single shoes sit festering alongside an inexplicable brick within a rotting shelving unit outside a poorly maintained inner city semi detached house.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 17, 2015, 10:24:44 pm
A disparate collection of single shoes sit festering alongside an inexplicable brick within a rotting shelving unit outside a poorly maintained inner city semi detached house.

"I'll have them," thinks Paul from across the street, spying through his greasy and tobacco-stained net curtain.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on August 17, 2015, 10:50:12 pm
Some shitty old folks' home workers ape Maude's crippling, graceless shuffle to the bathroom, forming a conga line behind her and lip-synching; dreaming of becoming the UK version of Impractical Jokers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 17, 2015, 11:04:48 pm
A self-described "anarchist" and "revolutionary" goes on hunger strike whilst serving time for breaking a policeman's nose at an otherwise peaceful protest about bus fares.

Only after he's found dead in his cell do prison staff notice he was ever on hunger strike.

No one will remember him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on August 17, 2015, 11:08:17 pm
"I'll have them," thinks Paul from across the street, spying through his greasy and tobacco-stained net curtain.

"I wanted to be a mosquito net and save lives in Africa..." thinks Paul's greasy and tobacco-stained net curtain, wistfully.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 17, 2015, 11:10:57 pm
Paul rips the net curtain as he quickly draws them shut to put his bags on his feet. "Finally," he thinks, as he opens his front door to see his goal across the street, wriggling his toes.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on August 17, 2015, 11:13:31 pm
Paul painfully hobbles over the road, only to discover that each shoe already contains a half-rotted, disembodied foot. Shrugging, he scoops out the soggy flesh and feeds it to his cats. The shoes'll be fine after a quick blast of Febreze, he says to nobody but himself.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 17, 2015, 11:40:27 pm
The net curtains shudder.

There's no breeze.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on August 17, 2015, 11:53:56 pm
The year is 2015, a Kim and Aggie lookalike names her first born 'Bruce'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 18, 2015, 08:44:45 am
A gangly wazzock receives a final warning letter from British Gas over an unpaid bill of £798.03. In a pique of rage, he kicks his pet beagle right up the bum. Bang. Right in the starfish. Wallop. Straight up the tea-towel holder. Thump. Have some of that you little fucker.

He then weeps uncontrollably in the empty space where the washing machine used to be.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on August 18, 2015, 09:42:07 am
A Peter Kay tribute actor trips over the novelty garlic bread draft excluder his ex wife had had made up for him out of spite. He lays on the floor for three hours, trying to cry.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 18, 2015, 12:05:46 pm
Two bumming mammoths fall into a stonking great tar pit, instantly ending the species.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 18, 2015, 02:17:35 pm
A chronic failure carries a crumpled picture in her purse of a baddie from Steven Seagal's 'Under Siege,' passing him off as her own husband.

A man called Dwayne cracks an inappropriate Maddie McCann joke during his own daughter's christening.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 18, 2015, 02:43:24 pm
"I'm trying," she protests, desperate.

"You've very trying!", he chuckles, for the millionth time.

It has never been funny.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on August 18, 2015, 03:59:46 pm
During a seminar today, I pondered on the mystery and intrigue of china men's shoes.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 19, 2015, 07:55:15 am
Watching old Pathe newsreel footage of a 1958 beauty contest, it suddenly dawns on you that the once-vivacious young participants are now either decrepid, or at best, dead.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 19, 2015, 08:53:50 am
Masturbates anyway.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on August 20, 2015, 04:48:47 pm
Win 1 of up to 1 million coke selfie sticks.

Jasper buys 1 million bottles of coke and fails to win his selfie stick.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on August 20, 2015, 04:51:55 pm
Masturbates anyway
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on August 21, 2015, 11:16:20 am
Kevin spends his nights in a hole in the earth that he dug one christmas eve. He likes the hole, the dirt, the worms, the grubs and beetles. Kevin likes his hole. He's on 75k per annum.

A dilapidated seagull drinks off-white gloss paint straight from the can.

A generation of people spend so much time concealing their every action and interest behind a veil of post-modern irony that they become incapable of any real emotion or sincerity.

Cunt of a wasp stings the fuck out of a vole for a laugh. 





Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 21, 2015, 12:31:05 pm
A scrote in dilapidated Reeboks pulls that whole 'Chinese-person-eye-thing' through the windows of a University Library on a crap Tuesday.

A daft Geordie office worker buys the same drab canteen food, week in, week out, year after year - Fallout chips, AIDS beans and sausages that resemble big dog's cocks.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 21, 2015, 01:11:58 pm
A friend of your wife meets a Lorry driver whilst Christmas temping in Argos, Newcastle. They go out together, she tolerates his racist jokes, and after three months she is pregnant to him. She leaves her family and friends behind to live with him in a rented 1960s semi near Leeds. You and your wife visit her after the baby is born. It screams manically the entire time. The lorry driver boyfriend is nowhere to be seen. The wallpaper peels from the walls. The sofa stinks of cigarettes and cat piss. You notice she's lost a lot of weight. On the journey back home, you don't really say much, you just reassuringly pat your own wife's newly-pregnant belly.


This was 9 years ago, I hope she's alright now.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on August 21, 2015, 01:58:26 pm
Little realising that the father of the screaming infant is the very same as the unborn in your wife's belly.

The baby in your wife's belly is definitely yours but you don't remember visiting Argos in your waking life.

Lurid nightmares haunt you for years after of fluid filled desolation amongst stuffed Mr Blobby toys and discarded exercisers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Big Jack McBastard on August 21, 2015, 02:43:39 pm
A man signs off and lends 2 grand to buy audio equipment in order to record public domain audio books in the inexplicably baffling hope that 500 people will buy them at £10 a pop.

He is heavily sanctioned when he resumes signing on the following month and is forced into a work-for-benners scheme smashing car batteries with a shovel in a disused quarry.

No goggles or gloves provided.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 21, 2015, 02:45:50 pm
He receives rambling and graphic death threats from his one and only customer after a fuck-up with the shipment.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 21, 2015, 02:50:45 pm
A dull Saturday, Clinton Cards.

Barry, birthday card in hand, waiting in line to pay.

"Do I? Don't I? Do I? Don't I?" He thinks.

He gets nearer..

"Hello, just this sir?" Says the woman at the till.

"Do I? Don't I?" He thinks again, trembling.

He does.

"It's.. It's for me." A hot eruption in his chest, flooding up to his cheeks, now burning. "No one ever gets me a card."

She didn't hear him.

He dashes for the exit anyway, bawling.

"Sir, you forgot your card!" He hears behind him before flinging himself into the thrall of the high street.

The word "your" pierces his heart, but she meant well.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on August 21, 2015, 04:02:18 pm
 A queue of men wait to take a shit in the only working toilet in the whole airport terminal.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on August 21, 2015, 04:08:35 pm
Explaining the desolation thread to your bereavement counsellor, giving a few of your own examples, and then posting about it an hour and a half later.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 22, 2015, 08:35:26 am
A Some Mother's Do 'Ave 'Em completist hangs himself to the theme tune of his favourite show. The last thing he hears is that tin whistle. He is dressed as Frank Spencer. Eventually, the thrashing stops - the music, however, doesn't.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on August 22, 2015, 10:27:04 am
A queue of men wait to take a shit in the only working toilet in the whole airport terminal.

Paris Charles de Gaulle
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 22, 2015, 11:06:20 am
A spectral child plays in a dank bedroom with his two best friends  - a piece of Hubba Bubba with Barbie hair stuck into it, and a Panini Football sticker of Bruce Grobbelaar.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on August 22, 2015, 01:32:27 pm
Paris Charles de Gaulle

Moscow Sheremetyevo, with John Lennon, over the tannoy, singing, "how does it feel to be one of the beautiful people."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on August 22, 2015, 01:48:24 pm

Moscow Sheremetyevo, with John Lennon, over the tannoy, singing, "how does it feel to be one of the beautiful people."

A ghastly place. But not as bad as Charles de Gaulle (non-US zones).
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on August 22, 2015, 02:18:32 pm
Train to Norwich. A man takes a furtive bite of his salad cream sandwich, wipes the crumbs off his mouth and whispers "it's dead naughty, this!". In the opposite seat, his stony faced mother says nothing.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on August 23, 2015, 12:57:43 am
A morbidly obese ice cream van owner has his jaws wired in a last ditch attempt to save his life.  He is liquidising saveloys,  fishcakes,  jumbo sausages and chips then drinking them with a straw,  within the week.

On a quiet night,  a taxi driver in Goole racially abuses himself.

An LSD trip goes horribly wrong when the downstairs neighbour stabs his heavily pregnant girlfriend and she comes to your door for help.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on August 23, 2015, 01:40:15 pm
An 18th century fuckwit bursts his own bulb and sack when the cannon he's shooting recoils.

A filthy demented neolithic druid with a barnet full of badger grease, bird shit and twigs builds a stone circle purely for wanking purposes.








Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on August 23, 2015, 02:09:54 pm
Gerald scratches his head as he surveys the headlouse treatments on the shelf in Boots.  He doesn't buy any of them.  Loss of his lice would make him even lonelier.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on August 23, 2015, 11:22:01 pm
A teenager steals a tube of lucozade energy tablets off a diabetes sufferer to use as a dildo.

 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on August 23, 2015, 11:23:31 pm
A swan consumes a packet of sweated shitty Lucozade energy tablets it finds on a canal towpath.

Within an hour it is just bubbles.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on August 24, 2015, 10:23:40 am
400,000 car windscreen stickers in support of The Spastic Society turn up in Barnardo's.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on August 24, 2015, 11:19:29 am
A hedgehog decides a car bumper sticker stating 'Kick Out The Blacks' is good den building material.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 24, 2015, 11:40:33 am
A bride in Swindon is jilted at her wedding because the groom genuinely forgot it was his wedding day.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 24, 2015, 11:47:29 am
A user of an obscure comedy discussion website gets negged on the "Desolation" thread.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: touchingcloth on August 24, 2015, 11:50:51 am
Two days after its master was weeped to death by a nuthatch, a spaniel wonders where the next bowl of offal is coming from.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on August 24, 2015, 12:13:17 pm
Two days after its master was weeped to death by a nuthatch, a spaniel wonders where the next bowl of offal is coming from.

Her eyes alight on the de-stiffened, sandal wearing body in the corner.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on August 24, 2015, 12:21:33 pm
Quote
Get involved - #bbcathletics
Katie-Marie Bailey: Usain Bolt has a camcorder on the winners podium. What an absolute showman and legend.

Emma: Ha! Usain Bolt has got his confidence back.

Rachael Sigee: Michael Johnson is just the most brilliant sports pundit there is. I feel genuinely lucky to have him.

Women of the modern age.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on August 24, 2015, 12:38:10 pm
An awkward nurse tries to comfort an elderly patient with diarrhoea, holding up his bed pan the nurse says "Please sir, can I have some more!"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: touchingcloth on August 24, 2015, 12:58:26 pm
Her eyes alight on the de-stiffened, sandal wearing body in the corner.

A nuthatch weeps plaintively beyond the window, and a conditioned response leads to a fat bead of saliva trickling off her outstretched tongue, eventually seeping into the perforations on the cadaver's well-worn Crocs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: mook on August 24, 2015, 01:01:49 pm
^ keep that up mate, & you can change your name from touchingcloth to shittingteeth.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: mook on August 24, 2015, 01:24:38 pm
minus 92!

fucking hell... haha.

neil, NEIL, I'M GETTING KARMA BOMBED... NEIL... oh forgot, he's on holiday or summat.


as you were
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on August 24, 2015, 01:25:49 pm
Roy Castle's son consumes a litre bottle of drain cleaner in front of Rotherham town hall, and yells "Look Dad I'm a Record Breaker".

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on August 24, 2015, 01:27:11 pm
The prelude to this is a decade of Oxfam only referring to him in writing as 'Roy Castle's Son'.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: touchingcloth on August 24, 2015, 01:53:39 pm
minus 92!

fucking hell... haha.

neil, NEIL, I'M GETTING KARMA BOMBED... NEIL... oh forgot, he's on holiday or summat.


as you were

HAHA, NEGGED
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: touchingcloth on August 24, 2015, 02:06:12 pm
The Satire Satyr. A blindfolded goatman balances the Scales of Justice on its priapic cock, and grabs passers-by by the shoulders to bellow "quantitative easing" into their faces.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on August 24, 2015, 02:36:41 pm
Craig and Robbie snigger to each other as they spot a neighbour emerging from the doctor's surgery in tears.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: touchingcloth on August 24, 2015, 02:44:06 pm
A Pacific islander named TOILET spends three years' salary on a flight to London for a dear relative's funeral and doesn't understand why every single official in the customs queue is openly laughing into his face. It was his father's name, and his father's before him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 24, 2015, 05:53:33 pm
A gay miner fails to find love in 1980s Nottingham.

A man-child watches Youtube footage of the Challenger shuttle disaster then runs up to his elderly parents shouting "look, it's like a big willy exploding in the sky!"

A fuck-ugly husband shows his wife a picture of a diesel train, whilst she idly daydreams about her first proper boyfriend. He was called Shane and had Disney Prince hair, but died in a motorbike crash in 1985.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 25, 2015, 08:33:14 pm
A middle-aged nobody finally decides to go to a gay cruising club after decades of sexual confusion and frustration.

He doesn't even get a second glance.

Mugged on the way home.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on August 27, 2015, 12:40:06 pm
A britpop convention is cancelled after the star guest's hair transplant goes wrong.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Natnar on August 27, 2015, 12:54:54 pm
At some music industry lunch Toyah leans over the table to tell the woman from Dollar about her day when she suddenly realizes that she's run out of people to name drop.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on August 27, 2015, 03:54:57 pm
2 extraordinarily-unfit men get into a vicious Ebay bidding war for a bayonet once used by Andy McNabb to kill an Iraqi goat herder. It goes for £250.  A few days later,  the winner receives a rusty pen-knife with 'SAS' written in marker pen along the cracked handle. He gets drunk and calls in a bomb threat at the local swimming baths.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sinner on August 27, 2015, 04:07:27 pm
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexual_violence_in_South_Africa
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: HupHupHup on August 27, 2015, 04:12:45 pm
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/asia/newborn-baby-dies-after-being-attacked-by-rats-in-hospital-10474083.html (http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/asia/newborn-baby-dies-after-being-attacked-by-rats-in-hospital-10474083.html)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on August 27, 2015, 04:14:44 pm
When unfocusing one's eyes a bit, Kate Bush looks a bit like the default CaB avatar with long hair.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sinner on August 27, 2015, 04:15:58 pm
The country has some of the highest incidences of child and baby rape in the world with more than 67,000 cases of rape and sexual assaults against children reported in 2000, with welfare groups believing that unreported incidents could be up to 10 times higher.[200] In 2001, a 9-month-old was raped and likely lost consciousness as the pain was too much to bear.[201] Another 9-month-old baby was raped by six men, aged between 24 and 66, after the infant had been left unattended by her teenage mother. A 4-year-old girl died after being raped by her father. A 14-month-old girl was raped by her two uncles. In February 2002, an 8-month-old infant was reportedly gang raped by four men. One has been charged. The infant has required extensive reconstructive surgery. The 8-month-old infant's injuries were so extensive, increased attention on prosecution has occurred.[202] A significant contributing factor for the escalation in child abuse is the widespread myth in HIV-ravaged South Africa that having sex with a virgin will cure a man of AIDS
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 28, 2015, 08:05:38 am
A middle aged tourist smiles for a selfie whilst sat on the back of a camel. Seconds later she plummets from it head first, shattering her vertebrae - the story makes page 16 of Metro, underneath a Lunn Poly Advert. They have spelt her name wrong.

A first year media student called Grant films his weed-smoking friends in 'edgy' short movies, shot in and around the Edgbaston area - he genuinely thinks he's the next Tarantino.

A child with fearsome eyebrows draws giant penises all over a Mr Men book.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on August 28, 2015, 08:36:44 am

A first year media student called Grant films his weed-smoking friends in 'edgy' short movies, shot in and around the Edgbaston area - he genuinely thinks he's the next Tarantino.


In the cultural wasteland of the year 2019, he is the next Tarantino.

His first box office hit "Larking About" is "A 5-star masterpeice (sic)" The Sun, "Depth unseen in cinematic history" The Guardian-Movies-and-Showbiz-section

6 months later sees the release of his second international release "Larking About 2wo"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on August 28, 2015, 12:46:25 pm
A caveman, suffering from constipation as a result of his largely carnivorous diet, is brought to an earth shaking prostate orgasm by his own rock hard backlogged turd. His tribe are so scared of his primal yelps they shun him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 29, 2015, 07:19:41 pm
A shrivelled old bigot who outlived his entire family sits in front of a broken mirror, endlessly bashing a headless Barbie doll off an old Quality Street tin with Dave Clark Five precision.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Povidone on August 29, 2015, 09:49:22 pm
A man, slightly worse the wear for drink (eh lads etc), walks into Best Kebabs on Leith Walk and loudly announces his intention to go a club, do some shots and 'maybe get my dick sucked, or a wee handy-j'. Nobody makes eye contact with him and he is served a kebab in record time, just to get him out the shop.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on August 29, 2015, 11:16:10 pm
As a German granny scat compilation fails to stream, a perspiring Tosh from The Bill lookalike falls unconscious after sitting on his left hand for too long.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ollyboro on August 29, 2015, 11:29:25 pm
After suffering a miscarriage a childless woman returns home to find her husband masturbating into a bucket of slop.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on August 31, 2015, 10:12:28 am
A man with club foot pokes a lolly stick into some dog shit, before stamping a fly to death.

A widow scrapes through the remnants of her fish supper whilst breathing in diesel fumes from a nearby bus depot.

A tosser in Lincoln recognises his own bloated gut being used as the visual intro on yet another ITN news story about fat British bastards.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on August 31, 2015, 11:24:24 am
Roger falls out of the old apple tree in the garden and breaks his wrist as he tries to build a treehouse for his son, an 11 year old flabby gormless twat of a child who briefly looks out of his bedroom window and snorts with laughter as his father writhes in pain on the grass. He then goes back to "building" a looming tower in the shape a of cock and balls in minecraft.

The treehouse never gets finished. 

In the year 2046 a flabby gormless twat of a man goes into the garden of his recently deceased father's home. As he walks under the old apple tree near the back of the garden a poorly secured plank falls and smacks him in the head. Lying on his back looking up at a clear sky through the branches he realises the planks origin. As the blood from his cracked skull seeps into the well kept lawn he begins to cry.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on September 01, 2015, 01:11:37 am
Depressed by the contents of a misleading thread on an obscure comedy forum, Steve Davis fails to enjoy a blowjob in a car park in Prestatyn.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 02, 2015, 09:16:22 am
A bigoted abattoir worker attempts a half-arsed kung-fu kick on a lump of dead cattle.

On his way home from work, he shouts 'Sad cunts!' at a bunch of Youth Club kids making an Anti-Racism poster.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on September 02, 2015, 11:24:07 am
A PR/comms worker loudly breaks wind in a packed lift.  Because it doesn't matter.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on September 02, 2015, 11:25:09 am
A nothing abattoir worker attempts a half-arsed kung-fu kick on a lump of dead cattle.

On his way home from work, he shouts 'Sad cunts!' at a bunch of Youth Club kids making an Anti-Racism poster.

This was better before the edit.

Tisk.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: touchingcloth on September 02, 2015, 01:46:45 pm
A man observing Ramadan turns up at the local fast food outlet at sundown to enjoy some piping hot Iftar, but the fast food monger goes "we've only got non-halal meat, mate, and it's all pork anyway, mate, and we've run out, and fuck off away from me because I am a racist."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on September 02, 2015, 04:24:37 pm
A zoophile spends a humiliating afternoon in a police interrogation room trying to convince a dead-faced DI that, despite being caught wanking at Monkey World, he'd only had eyes for the bonobos. The horrified school party, he strenuously explained, while being witnesses to the vinegar strokes, were simply collateral damage.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on September 02, 2015, 09:11:46 pm
He reluctantly hands over his badge.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 02, 2015, 09:22:19 pm
A man enters work with chronically appalling flatulence and dysentry. His sphincter caves in during the morning meeting.

Caves in.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ollyboro on September 02, 2015, 10:45:54 pm
Although cancer is close to killing her, a grandmother finally finishes knitting a one armed cardigan for her recently born thalidomide afflicted granddaughter. With horror she realises she's knitted a right arm and omitted the left.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: zomgmouse on September 02, 2015, 11:33:54 pm
Lingerie picked apart by toothpicks during a solemn night alone with a photo of a departed spouse and a bottle of vermouth.

Picking out toothpick splinters.

Washing tears off a glass.

Forgetting how nooses work.

Looking up nooses on Wikipedia.

Forgetting how Wikipedia works.

Washing tears off a computer keyboard.

Ruining the letter "s" from repeated exposure to spray-n-wipe.

Looking up nooe on Wikipedia.

Falling asleep with the engraving on the vermouth bottle imprinting itself on your forehead overnight.



Mayonnaise.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on September 02, 2015, 11:36:46 pm
An irate Daily Mail reader spots a small dead child floating in on the tide and immediately rushes to pick up his frail corpse and lob him back into the sea, before shouting "go back where you came from you freeloading little shit, the country's full as it is!"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: touchingcloth on September 02, 2015, 11:57:45 pm
A vicar surveys his congregation and contemplates his loss of faith. He realises he can never leave the church - his entire life revolves around it, without his parishioners he is quite literally nothing - so after the service he hangs himself from the roof screen with his dog collar. It is seven years before his body is found.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 03, 2015, 12:09:31 am
An irate Daily Mail reader spots a small dead child floating in on the tide and immediately rushes to pick up his frail corpse and lob him back into the sea, before shouting "go back where you came from you freeloading little shit, the country's full as it is!"

Ever seen the Paul Putner/Kevin Eldon ukip sketch? Rings more than a bell here.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: holyzombiejesus on September 03, 2015, 12:34:05 am
A first year media student called Daniel films his weed-smoking friends in 'edgy' short movies, shot in and around the Edgbaston area - he genuinely thinks he's the next Tarantino.

He then attempts to get it a premiere at The Princes Charles Theatre.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: touchingcloth on September 03, 2015, 08:19:38 am
He then attempts to get it a premiere at The Princes Charles Theatre.

And he succeeds. And another Quentin - Letts - reviews it as "a fine piece of work".
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on September 03, 2015, 08:43:59 am
Ever seen the Paul Putner/Kevin Eldon ukip sketch? Rings more than a bell here.

No, I haven't. It was based on the news (obviously) but also Pilkington's 'Do We Need 'Em' section on XFM which Ricky imagined as Karl walking down the beach, picking up a crab and throwing it back in the sea. And Michael in IAP, lobbing the monkey who nicked his fags into the sea (on the rebound from the rocks).

With the tragic nature of the picture I feel a bit ashamed for posting it now. But then this thread's seen worse.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on September 03, 2015, 09:29:18 am
A man can't walk up stairs without falling up them. Down is fine, but for some reason every single time he tries to walk up steps he falls up a few. It's like his brain can't quite comprehend them, to him they are more like lots of tiny floors that all rush up to meet him, quite often in the face. He's missing most of his front teeth and his skin looks like an abstract expressionist work of art in it's intensity and distribution of bruises over pale white flesh.

An endlessly jolly bloke with a bit of a beer gut has 47 years of reasonably good cheer sucked out of him when a group of 16 year old girls start to relentlessly bully him on the way to work. "BIG FAT PEADO!" they shout. "BIG FAT PEADO WITH A BIG FAT BELLY! HAHAHAHA!".

A desperate refugee clings onto the wheel of a plane as it makes it's way to the UK. It's ball achingly cold, and there isn't much air but still he clings, he clings on for dear life and the hope of something better than the hell from which he's escaped. He survives the flight and somehow manages to sneak out of the airport without getting noticed. He ends up in Hounslow.

A man spends his entire life in Hounslow. One day when getting served chips and doner meat at his local kebab shop his eyes meet the bloke serving him and they both know. They know. Hounslow.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 03, 2015, 03:22:32 pm
Edith instantly recognised the twisted leg and orthopeadic shoe protruding from under the Morris Traveller as Little Derek's. Her favourite son - her only son.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: zomgmouse on September 04, 2015, 01:14:19 am
Constable Frycook's last day in the force, her last day of being told to sizzle an egg by the lads in blue.

Billiards balls cracking not from overuse but from always falling to the ground because the table has no pockets.

Jars where the label hasn't faded enough to obscure the fact that they were your favourite pickles before the bankruptcy of the pickles firm.

Having favourite pickles.

A wormy apple sitting on a toilet seat in Kent.

Expired toffee in a coffin-maker's office for the kids to chew on while their family members' measurements are discussed.

Electric kettle extension cords.

A game of Mouse Trap missing half the pieces and using your hands to do what the pieces would.

Memorising football scores from your local football team that hasn't ever won.

Waiting for a blimp to deflate before it's decommissioned.

Minced fish.

Lumbago.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 04, 2015, 10:01:36 am
You start a new job in a Call Centre and meet your new colleagues for the first time. There is an audible sigh from the females - they were expecting someone fit.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Big Jack McBastard on September 04, 2015, 05:26:37 pm
Saw this one for reals today:

The last of Maureen's 'Happy 50th birthday' balloons are caught by a gust of cold wind and blown out the window of her (prematurely entered) granny flat in a poorly renovated highrise.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 05, 2015, 08:13:17 am
...so shy, in fact, that she uploaded the video onto XHamster for millions to see.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 07, 2015, 10:53:26 am
The intoxicating farts of an anguished man in cum-stained denim who spends his Saturday afternoons watching the Brookside Omnibus with the curtains shut.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 07, 2015, 10:58:36 am
A small office front with the name "Geoffrey Pogson" adorning the faded panelling. No indication what business Mr. Pogson undertakes. It has remained shuttered since the day the brass lettering were placed on the former "Transformations" shop facade.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on September 08, 2015, 01:08:33 pm
(http://i.imgur.com/FVCez1m.png)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ZoyzaSorris on September 08, 2015, 01:34:14 pm
A young man who was quite shy and alienated growing up has a joint 25th birthday party with a friend. The turnout is fantastic and the pub is heaving with the town's bright and beautiful young things. He has never felt such a sense of belonging, of being part of something. The long, slow journey of developing himself as an outgoing social creature has been worth it.

Next year he has his own birthday get together in the park and three people turn up and one of them kicks his football in a lake.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 08, 2015, 10:02:48 pm
A bloke in a Peter Pan chorus line keels over from a sudden and fatal heart attack live on-stage. The whole sorry charade is filmed on a Grundig camcorder with a default date of 01/01/1990 - even though this actually occured in July 1998, for fucks sake.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on September 09, 2015, 06:14:46 pm
The wrapper of a Wagon Wheel describes the contents as 'JAMMIE'.  They aren't.  Not one tiny little bit.  Colin notes this latest addition to the long, long list of lies and injustices that have dogged his short life.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 09, 2015, 06:20:09 pm
An asian teenager runs over a dalmatian with his unregistered quad bike.

As the dalmatian draws a final breath from its crushed shattered ribs, the sound of non-descript Bhangra and laughter trails off into the distance.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on September 10, 2015, 08:13:44 pm
Chester city centre, Thursday afternoon. A woman riding a tandem bicycle on her own.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 11, 2015, 09:03:28 am
A broken kayak in a dead man's garage.

A featherless budgie pecking at cigarette butts before sunrise.

A married couple from Grantham who tut at everything.

Porn sample videos that fade out just as they start to get good.

A hunch-backed old man walking through a thunderstorm on his birthday. There were no cards.

Urinal cakes that remind you of that night.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 11, 2015, 11:30:16 am


A featherless budgie pecking at cigarette butts before sunrise.


A hunch-backed old man walking through a thunderstorm on his birthday. There were no cards.



My favourites, amended for perfection.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on September 11, 2015, 11:46:44 am
A lonely businessman staying on the eighth floor of the Travelodge in an unfamiliar, nondescript town runs out of minibar snacks and overpriced, low quality pay-per-view pornography. Bored and depressed, he takes the latch off the window, ignoring the sign that says "any guest found tampering with or removing the latches on the windows is liable to pay a £150 fine." He throws himself out of the window. A week later, his grieving widow receives a letter from the Travelodge threatening her with legal action if she doesn't pay the £150 fine for the damage to the latch.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 11, 2015, 01:08:54 pm
You're invited to a night out. 'Come along, you might get a shag out of it,' your mates tell you.

You go along.

Six hours later, you're stood alone in a dirty Kebab shop behind a vomit-flecked man in Puma trainers racially abusing an adorable Turk.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on September 11, 2015, 01:19:15 pm
You're invited to a night out. 'Come along, you might get a shag out of it,' your mates tell you.

You go along.

Six hours later, you're stood alone in a dirty Kebab shop behind a vomit-flecked man in Puma trainers racially abusing an adorable Turk.

A happy ending at last for Morrissey.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 11, 2015, 01:33:57 pm
A woman with a David Coulthard chin sits on a piss soaked bus seat on her way to an interview.

A hipster pays £12 for a glass of Kia-Ora with 4 Artisan Ice Cubes in.  He goes for more the next day.

A desperate phimosis sufferer use a cigar cutter to remove his wretched prepuce.  He bleeds to death shortly thereafter.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 11, 2015, 02:14:11 pm
David Coulthard dribbles at an unguarded moment.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on September 11, 2015, 03:01:47 pm
A 36 year-old man engages in an impassioned argument with his niece over the relative quality of the 1990 and 2014 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles films.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on September 11, 2015, 06:30:32 pm
The job is more complicated than the advert suggested.  She knows it's beyond her capabilities.  The 'nice one' on the interview panel asks her why she applied in the first place.  She has no answer.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on September 11, 2015, 06:55:13 pm
On wet Autumn evenings after the sun's glowered itself to rest behind the sulking grey sky Archie begins his ritual. He gently slips off his shoes and socks and meticulously washes his feet. He then goes into his back garden and slowly but firmly steps on any and every snail and slug he can find. Feeling them squish and squidge between his toes is the greatest pleasure he will ever know.

A spider makes a half arsed web in an abandoned fridge and starves to death.

His dream is to become a "youtuber". 7 subscribers.

4am in a suburban London park. A squirrel has a heart attack at the sound of 67 year old mans roared orgasm.







Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on September 11, 2015, 08:31:23 pm
On wet Autumn evenings after the sun's glowered itself to rest behind the sulking grey sky Archie begins his ritual. He gently slips off his shoes and socks and meticulously washes his feet. He then goes into his back garden and slowly but firmly steps on any and every snail and slug he can find. Feeling them squish and squidge between his toes is the greatest pleasure he will ever know.

(http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/71vW1Z3XutL.png)

He knows how things are done.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hangthebuggers on September 11, 2015, 09:15:25 pm
An old man is happily playing on an unplugged Commodore Vic 20.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on September 12, 2015, 01:17:35 am
32 year old in a faded Slipknot t-shirt. It has pictures of the band members on the back.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on September 12, 2015, 01:23:48 am
A condom in a gutter.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on September 12, 2015, 07:02:24 am
An unused condom in a gutter. It fell out of a 49 year old virgin's wallet after yet another frustrating night out. It's expiry date is 09/1983.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 12, 2015, 08:21:49 am
A stunted boy picks a greasy object from the floor. He leans towards his carer and inflates.

'Look Trudy, I've got a balloon!'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 12, 2015, 08:26:28 am
A foetus of unknown origin, in a bush, in a car park, in Arkansaw, in winter.

Engaging in bawdy working class banter with a Road Worker, but feeling like a fraud.

Taking in a parcel for the paedo next door.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on September 12, 2015, 09:33:08 am
An unused condom in a gutter. It fell out of a 49 year old virgin's wallet after yet another frustrating night out. It's expiry date is 09/1983.

For Sale. Vintage condom. Never used.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 12, 2015, 09:52:16 am
Yesterday, sitting in Washington The Galleries Interchange Bus Station.

A yellow McDonald's balloon hovers in front of sullen onlookers as they wait for a bus that will never arrive.

I ask an old woman "Is the bus normally late"

"Like clockwork" she sarcastically replies, her eyes following the morose wibble of the balloon as it continues its erratic path to nowhere.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 12, 2015, 10:08:20 am
Yesterday, sitting in Washington The Galleries Interchange Bus Station.

A yellow McDonald's balloon hovers in front of sullen onlookers as they wait for a bus that will never arrive.

I ask an old woman "Is the bus normally late"

"Like clockwork" she sarcastically replies, her eyes following the morose wibble of the balloon as it continues its erratic path to nowhere.

Wonderfully grim. I'm sure one of the pubs in there has/had a metal detector on the door.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 12, 2015, 10:12:27 am
Wonderfully grim. I'm sure one of the pubs in there has/had a metal detector on the door.

Plenty of desolation on the bus journey from Gateshead to Washington. Wrekenton in particular. I think The Clock pub is in that place. The Galleries itself is hideous. A shopping centre full to the brim with the worst shite of shops, with the highlight being a Shoe Zone.

All through my journey home I was thinking - this is one for the desolation thread.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 12, 2015, 10:13:17 am
Washington Wetland centre, however, is worth a visit for all you budding ornithologists.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on September 13, 2015, 10:08:48 am
A budding ornithologist drowns in a bog at the Washington Wetland centre, his new Shoe Zone wellies only hastening his slow sinking descent into the mud and muck that will soon engulf him.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 13, 2015, 11:28:42 am
David Coulthard enters Shoe Zone wearing a disguise.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 13, 2015, 07:53:28 pm
Shoe zone. The inexperienced and sole shop assistant notes the only purchase this week. A single ordinary brogue for a Middlesbrough man with a club foot.
Shoe zone. 2015. Shoe zone then a ginsters pasty on a balmy North Yorkshire evening
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 13, 2015, 10:37:31 pm
Facebook - 'People You May Know'

...Cunt
...BASTARD
...Always hated him
...Twazzock
...Orange bitch
...Hipster pillock
...Stupid glasses and hair
...Ugly kids lol
...Ruined my life in the '90s

*Wanks furiously*
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: dr_christian_troy on September 14, 2015, 12:32:24 am
I feel like a ghost haunted by the living.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 14, 2015, 12:40:55 am
A middle aged woman masturbates over Alan Titchmarsh.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 14, 2015, 10:57:32 am
A fat Brummie with warty eyelids trying to sell you a static caravan the day after your dog died.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on September 15, 2015, 12:25:38 am
Mad Fat Darren makes a killing selling his toe jam to kids. He tells them it's the best hash in town.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 15, 2015, 08:23:51 am
He takes off the frock.
He stares at the mirror.
He bursts into tears.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 15, 2015, 09:22:39 am
A bloke who is 'into 80's stuff' writes an informed, well-though rant on his Facebook status about Jeremy Corbyn's appointment - 0 Likes.

Two days later, he writes 'Wagga-Wagga Poo-Poo' - 31 Likes.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 15, 2015, 09:29:18 am
A man approaches climax. He reaches across to grab something, anything to catch the spunk.

"Dear Doris,

So few are you with the kindest hearts
That all the world should know
I bless you with the Grace of God
A fairwell kiss I blow"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 15, 2015, 10:37:17 am
A lavender scented doily tips a lonely middle-aged lady into the most awful melancholy.

The faint crackle of static as he slowly paces across the floor of his musty bungalow, is Nigel's last connection with reality.

After smashing his head against a hoarding advertising a Jimmy Cricket show in Rochdale, Brian gets stuck in an 80's themed strobe-effect hallucination forever.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on September 15, 2015, 10:58:42 am
Retired Andy wanders into his old local and asks for a pint of John Smiths. The brylcreemed 'urban woodsman' behind the bar stares blankly at him for a moment, before breaking into self satisfied smirk. It is now a Brewdog.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 16, 2015, 08:18:06 am
The Lithuanian version of Hairy Bikers

An ugly cunt wins fuck all in a Tombola.

Black Grapes in Aldi, but the 'G' on the packet is obscured.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 16, 2015, 08:22:03 am
The Lithuanian version of Hairy Bikers

An ugly cunt wins fuck all in a Tombola.

Black Grapes in Aldi, but the 'R' on the packet is obscured.

FTFY
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MuteBanana on September 16, 2015, 11:10:50 am
Just over five weeks ago a boy had all the hope and belief and dreams in the world. Now destroyed. He can never get them back. Why bother?

I'm going down the offy.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 16, 2015, 11:14:34 am
Laters
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on September 16, 2015, 11:32:20 am
Del Boy falls through the bar, lands badly and is brain-damaged and paralysed.  The pocket watch auction money goes some way toward his care.

Cassandra doesn't have a miscarriage, but the baby is shit.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 16, 2015, 12:39:23 pm
A man wakes to find James Corden is still alive.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on September 16, 2015, 01:11:19 pm
A man wakes to find James Corden is still alive, and sleeping beside him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 16, 2015, 01:14:49 pm
A friend-zoned man wakes up from a dream where somebody loved him.

A bag of last night's chips lies in the gutter outside a brothel.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on September 16, 2015, 01:24:57 pm
A man lifts his bride's veil to kiss her, only to reveal the smiling face of James Corden, a slice of Stuffed Crust Meat Feast pizza held in his mouth.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on September 16, 2015, 01:27:02 pm
Filled with hatred for James Corden, a man grapples with him on a rooftop, causing the fat, irritating Late Late Show presenter to fall from the edge, crashing through the ceiling of an adjacent laboratory and landing in a top-secret Cloning Machine.

Downtown is "cordoned" off to prevent the Cordenwhelm, but several manage to break through, imbued with uncommon strength by the smell of nearby kebabs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on September 16, 2015, 01:31:18 pm
It is 2066.  A secret cell of scientists slide the DNA out from their newly-constructed cloning machine, having readied the perfect weapon to stop the Cordenclysm by recreating the only person who ever truly understood him.

Thousands of these Matthew Hornes intercept James Cordens all over the planet, but it's no good - the Cordens convince each individual Horne to partner with them to produce a deeply unamusing studio/sketch show.

Now, only one non-Horne/Corden human remains in Britain; a heavily disguised Peter Kay.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on September 16, 2015, 01:36:40 pm
It is 2066.  A secret cell of scientists slide the DNA out from their newly-constructed cloning machine, having readied the perfect weapon to stop the Cordenclysm by recreating the only person who ever truly understood him.

Thousands of these Matthew Hornes intercept James Cordens all over the planet, but it's no good - the Cordens convince each individual Horne to partner with them to produce a deeply unamusing studio/sketch show.

Now, only one non-Horne/Corden human remains in Britain; a heavily disguised Peter Kay.

This makes Peter Kay the funniest human on the planet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on September 16, 2015, 01:37:42 pm
Bindle stuffed with garlic bread and Rola Cola, Peter Kay attempts to leave the newly-christened Cordengland across the Cordenglish Channel on a hidden vessel.  He sails for weeks, desperate, emaciated, until he happens across an island, trees rich with fruit, oases of fresh water plentiful.  Tearful with relief, he drops to his knees and drinks deeply, but his attention is drawn to the thick jungle, his blood freezing as he hears a familiar high-pitched laugh emanating from deep within the trees.  He hurries to his feet, running for the boat, but in his malnourished state he knows he is too slow to escape the swarm of James Cordens that burst from the undergrowth.  He grabs his radio.

"It's not just England" he cries; "It's everywhere.  It's Cordearth."

He is pinned and force-fed KFC.  Soon, he too will be Corden.  We pan outward, upward.  Slowly.  We see earth from above.  The familiar glow of McDonald's "M" logos provides an unnatural light, revealing the curvature of the earth.  The weight of the Cordens has forced the land masses to change, to morph.  As we zoom out further and further, we see the planet from space.  We see the countries forming a shape.  A pattern - no - a face.

It is James Corden.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 16, 2015, 01:52:15 pm
James Corden wakes from the above dream and wanks smugly into his Superted duvet. He is still only 13 years old. So much time, so much time.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 16, 2015, 01:52:43 pm
A fat pig loses trotting and fucks itself off a motorway embankment.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on September 16, 2015, 01:54:43 pm
A man drives to the gym every wednesday, but spends the allotted time sitting in his car eating sausage rolls.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: great_badir on September 16, 2015, 01:58:20 pm
A man drives to the gym every wednesday, but spends the allotted time sitting in his car eating sausage rolls.

Whilst staring at his annually renewed gym pass, thinking to himself "one day.  One day..."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on September 16, 2015, 02:12:32 pm
A time-strapped domiciliary carer can't be bothered to track down a replacement catheter bag for old Gerald so instead uses a 'Happy Birthday' balloon with a picture of a clown on it which she found in his kitchen draw.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 16, 2015, 02:31:02 pm
It's pissing down with rain, and you're eating crap chips on the last tram home after being stood up by someone you thought was 'The One.'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 16, 2015, 10:58:33 pm

It's pissing down with rain, and you're eating crap chips on the last tram home after being stood up by someone you thought was 'The One.'

It's 1939 and War is about to break out across Europe.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on September 16, 2015, 11:00:54 pm
A pigeon and/or Bobby Davro.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ZoyzaSorris on September 16, 2015, 11:16:34 pm
A pigeon dreams it is a collared dove
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 16, 2015, 11:35:33 pm
Derby. Outside The Eagle Centre.

Bobby Davro feeds chips to a pigeon with a withered foot. The rain causes his badly applied make up and hair dye to run down his puffy face.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 17, 2015, 09:01:25 am
The real Bobby Davro died during "Stocksgate", Lionel Blair and Jim Bowen clubbed together to cover the story up and find a replacement Davro.

It is now 2015, the final ember in fake Davro's fire of fame has just been extinguished after being rejected in an audition to star in an advert for a Matlock bathroom company.

Fake Davro removes the mask and steps out into Birmingham's bullring.

A teenager screams - "Its Joe Pasquale!!! He's been in a horrendous fire!"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on September 17, 2015, 10:08:10 am
A technical glitch at a wedding party. Fifty three people suddenly find themselves doing the conga to Future Sound of London's 'Papua New Guinea'. They carry on.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 17, 2015, 10:23:36 am
A technical glitch at a wedding party. Fifty three people suddenly find themselves doing the conga to Future Sound of London's 'Papua New Guinea'. They carry on.

That's not desolation, that's brilliant. A sidewonk glance into the future past.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on September 17, 2015, 10:31:00 am
A terrier walks haphazardly through rush hour traffic on the Crumlin Road. A mile or so away, a hipster with a huge beard is walking a dalmatian while giving 'ironic' thumbs up to passing buses. The dog's eyes show nothing but contempt.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 17, 2015, 01:08:59 pm
A window cleaner cuts out the inside pockets on his cheap jeans, just so he can fondle his willie on the Megabus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 17, 2015, 01:58:16 pm
Mungo Jerry dies in an alcohol fuelled road rage incident, July 1984.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 18, 2015, 08:17:00 am
A tiny widow combs her hair with a spoon in a dark kitchen.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 18, 2015, 02:55:38 pm
A middle-aged man tries to track down an old flame via Facebook, only to find out she's dead.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on September 18, 2015, 03:17:34 pm
HAW-HAWing twins Trist and Delaney trade 'Your mum' jokes in the urinals at a Twickenham pub whilst taking a pissy aim at one another's Ben Sherman loafers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 18, 2015, 03:29:11 pm
He types,  'male pattern baldness' into Google...

His worst fears are now confirmed.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 18, 2015, 03:54:01 pm
An idealistic gap year student cries herself to sleep on her first night in New York.

A Mandrill shits in his hand and claps.

Two Leeds men miss out on a Gonnorhoea outbreak.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dex Sawash on September 19, 2015, 01:42:25 am
A middle-aged man tries to track down an old flame via Facebook, only to find out she's dead.


ther repressed memory of her asphyxiation  returns
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on September 19, 2015, 02:41:17 pm
The inside of a stationery cupboard is decorated with tinsel on the 23rd of December.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Captain Poodle Basher on September 19, 2015, 05:13:57 pm
A real one.

Several bored young boys stand and watch a flattened pigeon on the road. They give a desultory cheer whenever a passing car makes it just that little bit flatter.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 19, 2015, 08:16:08 pm
Saturday Night, 8pm, you load up Netflix and ask your partner what they fancy watching. 'I don't mind' they reply.

'not that though'
'or that'
'nah'
'no'
'no'
'2 hours 43 minutes?'
'just choose anything'
'nah don't fancy that'
'we've seen that, it was shit'

'....are you going to choose something then, or what?'

You choose the film, and can tell within minutes it's shit.

'meh, I'm going to bed'

'...night'

*waits for the footsteps on stairs to stop, and bedroom door to close*

 *gets cock out, wanks to nothing*

Repeat every week forever.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ollyboro on September 19, 2015, 08:45:34 pm
Whilst meeting his new girlfriend's obviously disapproving parents for the first time, a Cynophobic man pretends to find their slobbering Boxer dog charming; the dog sniffs his crotch, then visibly gags.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ollyboro on September 19, 2015, 08:50:09 pm
A man takes a dozen of his son's friends to the local swimming baths to celebrate said son's 6th birthday. Whilst getting changed it becomes apparent to him that he has got by far the smallest penis there.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on September 19, 2015, 09:18:20 pm
An alcoholic jumps out of bed and quickly pulls on his shitted in shell suit bottoms from the night before in order to answer the knocking of a Yodel delivery guy at the front door. Signing the electronic handheld delivery reader he feels the cold of his crusted feeshus pressing against his buttocks.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 19, 2015, 09:43:52 pm
Blaenau Ffestiniog,  Boxing Day.  A recently divorced man buys a box of reduced Xmas crackers and pulls all 24 by himself through a fug of Bacardi and cold chipolatas.

An LSD trip takes a turn for the worse when a Foo Fighters album is mistakenly played.

A man weeps as he comes to terms with the fact that Tena For Men are now a part of his daily life.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 19, 2015, 10:07:43 pm
A band of bedraggled "urban woodsmen" sit around a slow burning camp fire on a beach singing Ho Hey by the Lumineers. A cunt with a half dreadlocked, half shaved head and massive cunt beard blows out the melody on a budweiser bottle. Some dappy chick sways half-drunk with an enormous smugness that percolates amongst her peers. They all feel a sense of belonging and a sense of creativity.

Not 50 feet away, the last beluga whale to live off the shores of Cornwall lies dying, beached on the sand with a budweiser bottle stuck in his blowhole, a bag of crap MDMA tablets in its stomach, and a Glastonbury '13 t-shirt rammed up its anus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Depressed Beyond Tables on September 20, 2015, 12:46:06 am
you. read. this.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on September 20, 2015, 01:34:26 pm
A bus driver pretends to be doing something with his ticket machine in order to keep the OAPs stood in the stinging Teesside rain from boarding.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 20, 2015, 03:57:37 pm
A Prison Camp guard fights back the tears whilst kicking a row of withered shins.

A greasy pervert commits arse-naked suicide near a heritage railway.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 20, 2015, 04:21:28 pm
The withered claw of a sullen pigeon is the last image nearly 1 million Jews see before entering the showers
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on September 20, 2015, 04:22:11 pm
One of the lads watching rugger in the pub burps so hard he shits himself. All his mates call him a fucking legend. His name from then on is shurps. He is proud.

A particularly flamboyant giraffe slips on a crisp packet at Whipsnade zoo and does his neck in. Proper does it in.




Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 21, 2015, 08:17:10 am
"oh, you had hair in your profile picture..."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 21, 2015, 08:40:34 am
Lord Gossington Prancer Druid III, a noble Gloucestershire old black spot pig with ancestors reaching back to King Alfred the Pig, is unceremoniously slaughtered by a bunch of braying, stoned toffs in early 1980's Oxford.

The last flickering of awareness are of a bacon faced dimwit, not fit to slop swill into his golden troff, bearing down on him with cleave in one hand and tiny dick in the other.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 21, 2015, 10:02:58 am
- A scruff in a Butthole Surfers T-shirt goes round licking all the teaspoons at work. Later that day he brags about in on Reddit from the safety of his cum-dungeon.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 22, 2015, 08:21:01 am
A scabby horse picks at a KFC bargain bucket in a barren field.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 22, 2015, 08:21:50 am
Happy 1st Birthday, Desolation Thread.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 22, 2015, 08:35:46 am
Happy 1st Birthday, Desolation Thread.

Anniversary Limited Edition

Quote
Things are getting far too upbeat around here for my liking.

Not Desolation:

A balding man in ill-fitting suit eating a dessert in a deserted, cheap diner. His eyes briefly meet mine and I understand. We saw each other 1 year ago. I enter the diner and join him for a whisky chaser. An hour later, the place is filled with warmth and laughter which lasts well into the night.

Not Desolation:

A man just past his peak, wolfing down bad chips in a secluded alleyway before shoving them in a bin and strutting back out into the public in all his finery, but smelling of grease. I espied him down that alleway and understood. I approach the man and talk to him. His wife has left him. After sitting with him in a cafe for 3 hours, I urge him to call his wife. He does so and she accepts him back.

Not Desolation:

A young father, already aged by 10 years trying to placate his bawling infant son on a crowded bus. His hackles rise and he nearly snaps. A younger guy steps into the breach, acting the fool, making the kid giggle and the passengers swoon. I see the sweat stains filter through the tatty t-shirt and understand. I have a quiet word with the father and his grimace turns to goofiness as he joins the other guy in the hi-jinx. The two men become best of friends and the stranger becomes godfather to the happy infant.

I am happy to observe not desolation. It gives me great joy and warmth.

Not Desolation.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on September 22, 2015, 10:10:29 am
A young father, already aged by 10 years trying to placate his bawling infant son on a crowded bus. His hackles rise and he nearly snaps. A younger guy steps into the breach, acting the fool, making the kid giggle and the passengers swoon. I see the sweat stains filter through the tatty t-shirt and understand. I have a quiet word with the father and his grimace turns to goofiness as he joins the other guy in the hi-jinx. The two men become best of friends and the stranger becomes godfather to the happy infant.

That stranger's name: Ian Watkins.

A man just past his peak, wolfing down bad chips in a secluded alleyway before shoving them in a bin and strutting back out into the public in all his finery, but smelling of grease. I espied him down that alleway and understood. I approach the man and talk to him. His wife has left him. After sitting with him in a cafe for 3 hours, I urge him to call his wife. He does so and she accepts him back.

Seconds later, she calls back saying she's changed her mind.  The bad chips instantly give the man his second most severe bout of Listeria.  The worst one still to come.

A balding man in ill-fitting suit eating a dessert in a deserted, cheap diner. His eyes briefly meet mine and I understand. We saw each other 1 year ago. I enter the diner and join him for a whisky chaser. An hour later, the place is filled with warmth and laughter which lasts well into the night.

You look around at the merriment, a giddy warm euphoria you hadn't thought possible since your 16th birthday party when that girl you liked gave you a peck on the cheek and said you had your whole lives to look forward to.  You lean in and smile at the balding man next to you, whispering:  "This is the best I've felt in years, I thought I'd never feel this way again.  And to think it all came so close to never happening ..."

The dim blue glow on your face.  The cursor blinking listlessly in front of you.  The wet sandwich at your side.

"It all came so close to never happening ..."



There, business as usual.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on September 22, 2015, 01:42:21 pm
A Japanese Buddhist shits his pants in a temple.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on September 22, 2015, 02:12:45 pm
Happy birthday Desolation!

(http://images.boomsbeat.com/data/images/full/45/love-jpg.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 22, 2015, 03:07:27 pm
(http://i59.tinypic.com/2zdojl1.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on September 22, 2015, 03:14:38 pm
- A scruff in a Butthole Surfers T-shirt goes round licking all the teaspoons at work. Later that day he brags about in on Reddit from the safety of his cum-dungeon.

A colleague with crippling self-esteem issues, OCD, acute hypochondria and anxieties over his body image, uses one of the teaspoons, and as a consequence gets infected with oral herpes, causing an outbreak of cold sores, which ultimately leads to his suicide.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 22, 2015, 05:16:05 pm
A scrote in a Klaxons tshirt barges past a stooped Mark E Smith at a bar in Salford.  His life force waning, MES offers nothing in the way of a verbal beat down.

A cretin with rent arrears fruitlessly spunks £36, the remainder of his giro, on a Grab-a-Prize game in a local leisure centre.  Nothing in the glass box is worth more than £2.

An office new start sexually debases himself in an attempt to bond with his team.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on September 22, 2015, 05:21:56 pm
A greasy man on the sex offenders list roots around in the trash out the back of a beauty parlour searching for bikini wax strips with hair on them.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Sam on September 22, 2015, 07:15:15 pm
A 31 year old father and professional spends 15 mins going through rotting food from the wheelie bin to find a tiny baggy of 'emergency' weed he accidentally threw away, and is elated upon finding it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 22, 2015, 08:13:23 pm
An unemployed bell end from Gosforth with a 'Weekend Offender'  t-shirt flicks a snotter onto a guide dog.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on September 22, 2015, 09:23:32 pm
An old man's shopping in Lidl consists only of a small loaf of bread and eighteen cans of lager.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 22, 2015, 09:45:26 pm
He puts the loaf back and adds another two cans
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 22, 2015, 09:49:52 pm
A female work colleague excitedly tells you all about a Rugby Party that her husband and his oafish mates are having. Why is she telling you this? She knows you hate rugby, and parties, and people.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 23, 2015, 09:54:30 am
A pituary sadsack makes his 1000th post on the 'hairlosstalk' forum, before lighting a solitary candle on his own birthday cake.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 23, 2015, 08:05:48 pm
An aggresive scat fiend bullies his submissive boyfriend into shitting into a condom.  They freeze and use it as a vile dildo.  As it begins to melt,  losing it dildo like properties, the fiend forces his partner in grime to suck out the contents like a Frube.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on September 23, 2015, 09:37:00 pm
A desolation thread regular looks through his posts to the thread and realises the vast majority of them are based on things he's seen around Dublin and aren't remotely embellished.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on September 24, 2015, 11:56:34 pm
A man gets laid for the first time in his life. Wearing the costume and mannerisms of Austin Powers. Never deviating from the catchphrases "Groovy baby" and "Oh no, I've gone cross-eyed."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on September 24, 2015, 11:58:54 pm
A man films a heron 'signing a change.org petition'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 25, 2015, 10:36:45 am
You read the still-active Twitter account of a recently-deceased person, their last inane post forever frozen in time.

On one of your shoulders, a little angel mourns 'oh, how awful to die so young'

On your other shoulder, a little devil cackles 'ha ha, you're dead now'
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on September 25, 2015, 01:51:00 pm
A man raises the volume of his voice to drown out a crying colleague.  He is discussing the ZX Spectrum.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 25, 2015, 03:44:40 pm
Another man, during a never-ending Pornhub Marathon,  gets briefly thrown off-stroke by a trapped, dying moth inside his kitchen strip light.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on September 25, 2015, 07:57:18 pm
After years of holidaying in their villa in Tuscany a bankrupt London city trader struggle to settle his family into their first night in a piss smelling guesthouse in Blackpool, old chip oil fumes and sound of battling stag do's waft through the window that is opened to relieve the smell inside.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on September 25, 2015, 07:58:35 pm
After years of holidaying in their villa in Tuscany a bankrupt London city trader struggle to settle his family into their first night in a piss smelling guesthouse in Blackpool, old chip oil fumes and sound of battling stag do's waft through the window that is opened to relieve the smell inside.

I find that story quite heart-warming really
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on September 25, 2015, 08:08:30 pm
I find that story quite heart-warming really


From many peoples perspective it is quite cheering. I'm looking at it through the eyes of the trader.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on September 25, 2015, 08:11:07 pm
I was trying to do some meta-desolation. It failed, clearly.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 25, 2015, 10:26:30 pm
After failing to impress strangers on a comedy forum, a sad poster retreats from society to live in a log cabin in the sparsely populated Manitoba forests.

Upon arriving at his new tranquil abode deep within the trees he sees the words "meta-dezolatin cunt" spray painted across the entire facade.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 26, 2015, 12:18:26 pm
A fat-arsed man in scuffed shoes spends his 57th birthday throwing wet cardboard and dry cement into a skip. Later on he asks a 29yr-old divorcee on Plenty Of Fish if she's 'up for some bum fun'. She is - just not with him.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on September 26, 2015, 12:57:43 pm
Sick to death of it all, the daughter of a middle-class folk singer duo farts into their harmonicas.  Unfortunately for them, they raised their daughter a vegan.

They die.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on September 26, 2015, 06:20:08 pm
A sozzled wastrel finds himself in the curious position of simultaneously feeling very randy and bursting for a shit. Within minutes, the wisdom of his decision is thrown into grave doubt. The bus stops.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Hangthebuggers on September 26, 2015, 09:44:44 pm
A man sits alone in an empty house. His only thoughts are on the woman he loves, knowing he will never be able to hold her or kiss her or take her out for dinner. Knowing that tomorrow is the day she marries a bloke who looks a little bit like him. But funnier, richer and more talented than he.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on September 26, 2015, 09:52:37 pm
Ian has a full blown argument with a closed door.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 26, 2015, 10:34:10 pm
13 hours into a coke bender,  Jason Statham does a 'Taxi Driver' into his bathroom mirror.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on September 27, 2015, 01:24:25 pm
Hale and Pace get a post ironic reappraisal and a whole commemorative season of their own on Dave.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: weekender on September 27, 2015, 05:40:06 pm
Hale and Pace get a post ironic reappraisal and a whole commemorative season of their own on Dave.

Cool, what time's that on?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 27, 2015, 08:03:18 pm
Ian has a full blown argument with a closed door.

The door wins. Again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on September 27, 2015, 08:17:31 pm
Malcolm used to have teeth.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on September 28, 2015, 04:32:13 am
A fan of Sherlock guesses his fellow postmen's breakfasts, blocking them from leaving the canteen.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 28, 2015, 08:39:37 am
She lies upstairs waiting for him.

He carries on playing FIFA '13.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 28, 2015, 09:20:27 am
Colin's favourite TV show is Little Britain. "I'm a lady!"  hahahahahah - brilliant.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 28, 2015, 09:49:52 am
She lies upstairs waiting for him.

He carries on playing FIFA '13.

Surely, 2015 winner of the thread. Fantastically bleak. I have butterflies in my stomach just reading this. Over and over.

Edit: i'm in tears. genuine tears
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 28, 2015, 09:53:01 am
This one was just for Bertha, but I like its rhythm so will put it here:

"She finds her pet hamster, mummified in a moccasin"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 28, 2015, 02:34:20 pm
A Don Estelle lookalike sits in the cockpit of a static Harrier Jump Jet, his pained smile  fading as his frail mother takes a series of blurred photos on a shoddy disposable camera.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on September 28, 2015, 03:06:31 pm
"Yes," answers Stephen when asked if he has a girlfriend.

He goes red.

He doesn't have one. He was thinking of that regular weather reporter from TV. Again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 28, 2015, 04:14:45 pm
A lonely man drifts into a 6 year somnolence after putting Laraaji's Trance Celestial Music on his state-of-the-art record player.

Coming to his senses after the extended, melancholic hiatus from earthly matters, he flips the record on to side B and journeys once more into almost eternal desolation.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on September 28, 2015, 04:44:11 pm
Buzz Aldrin's one eternal regret is that he never took a shit on the Moon.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 28, 2015, 06:08:37 pm
He ignores the tenth call in 5 minutes from the Hospice. No point in answering he thinks, she'll probably be dead by the time i finish this wank anyway.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on September 28, 2015, 06:58:46 pm
There's a plethora of wine ring stains on his glass coffee table. Dust and grime coat the forgotten spaces and possessions.

Agatha forgets her grand daughters name for the 3rd time and recognises it correctly as the first sign of alzheimer's.

A damaged teenager records himself eating a hedgehog, spines and all, in an attempt to generate views on his youtube channel.

"Can't you let me off 20p? Please?"
"No mate."
Fred leaves the chemist without his ageing father's bed sore cream.





Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 28, 2015, 07:54:02 pm
He spies a glimpse of dowdy knicker through her taut leggings as she makes her way upstairs. Married a year or so now, he knows there is no chance of fun tonight, tomorrow, or any other night.

He fires up FIFA '13.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on September 29, 2015, 06:07:40 pm
A divorced teenager in Blackpool uses a Mattesons Smoked Sausage to pleasure both her holes at the same time.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on September 29, 2015, 06:35:10 pm
A divorced teenager in Blackpool uses a Mattesons Smoked Sausage to pleasure both her holes at the same time.

You haven't quite got the hang of this.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: WesterlyWinds on September 29, 2015, 07:13:06 pm
Yeah mate, the phwooooooooooooooar thread is in HS Art
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on September 29, 2015, 10:59:25 pm
You haven't quite got the hang of this.

Said her daughter, before demonstrating the best way to masturbate with a sausage.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on September 29, 2015, 11:02:07 pm
Paul from Stoke laughs hard at the smell of his own shit. His in-laws in the next room heard every splash.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on September 29, 2015, 11:52:12 pm
A 28-year-old pervert shoves batteries up his arse so he can pretend to be an action figure.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on September 29, 2015, 11:54:10 pm
A 28-year-old pervert shoves batteries up his arse so he can pretend to be an action figure.

One of the batteries is sucked up into his rectum and later explodes on a particularly cold January morning.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on September 29, 2015, 11:58:01 pm
One of the batteries is sucked up into his rectum and later explodes on a particularly cold January morning.

"There's a fault with this product," he whispers to himself, giggling, before slipping into unconsciousness in the ambulance.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 30, 2015, 08:45:16 am
Steve goes to work early after shitting the bed.

No-one is there to make the joke.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on September 30, 2015, 01:25:48 pm
Former steel worker Jonny struggles to fit a warped awning to the side of his house. Nearly three years since Julie and the kids left.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 30, 2015, 02:02:09 pm
"warped awning"

on a roll Big Bertha.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 30, 2015, 02:02:44 pm
A Japanese tricyclist peddles into the sea.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on September 30, 2015, 07:34:21 pm
Three shite men
Three shite men
Sitting in a van
A dirty white van
They toss fags from the window and gob on the street
In their tracksuited threads and their Lonsdaley feet
Staring out passers by as their Galaxies bleat
Three shite men
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on September 30, 2015, 08:03:48 pm
A seedy middle aged man is turned down for a Wonga loan for a real doll because he ruined his credit score running up huge debts in the 90's ringing 0898 numbers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on September 30, 2015, 09:14:56 pm
The year is 2022, the same seedy bloke is turned down in a Japanese sex bar by a "real doll" robot who tells him to "swivel on this, loser". The manager denies any knowledge of this being programmed into any of his sexbots.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dr Trouser on October 01, 2015, 03:07:11 am
In a carefully planned attempt to obtain some credibility within his peer group, Cliff, a 22 year old fitter waits for that one song at a wedding reception held in a Bradley Stoke function room. As the Kings of Leon's Sex on Fire starts up he pushes his way onto the dancefloor, drops his trousers and sets fire to his pubic hair just as the chorus kicks in.

A year later despite trying to get everyone to use his preferred new nickname of Cliffy Pyro, his peer group always now refer to him as Westo. Since his penis now looks like Simon Weston's face. He laughs with them.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 01, 2015, 03:12:09 am
A bisexual paedophile masturbates slowly but methodically to Sia's "Elastic Heart" music video while trying to make fleeting eye contact with the little girl on his screen. Raw and sweaty, he pushes through his refractory period for a second go. "Now for Shia's turn," he murmurs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on October 01, 2015, 06:46:09 pm
"I've met someone else..................oh, and happy birthday."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on October 02, 2015, 01:06:39 am
A plump man finishes work on a hot day. His ill fitting suit, half a size too big, hangs off him and catches the sun, like shiny metal. He wipes his brow with a hanky, whilst a schoolboy, taller and leaner than him, walks past and calls him a fat cunt.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on October 02, 2015, 08:52:42 am
A depressed, sweaty lunatic repeatedly bashes his forehead against a wardrobe whilst listening to 'The Rockafella Skank' on a constant loop.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on October 02, 2015, 02:24:35 pm
A try-hard buys a bottle of expensive champagne and a cigar with his first ever wage. Exiting the shop fills him with immediate regret as his mum texts him; "Are you in for tea love? X"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: QDRPHNC on October 02, 2015, 05:57:22 pm
A nervous young man approaches a bar for the first time.

"Do you have any Irish whiskey?" he asks the barman.

Everyone laughs at him.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on October 02, 2015, 07:06:02 pm
A 36 year old admin underling is bewildered by the positive female attention he receives after having his Charlton esque comb-over shorn off for the first time. He solemnly vows to regrow it as soon as possible.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on October 02, 2015, 09:16:27 pm
(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/61/a6/69/61a66927d25f7a0c1ca6c806ecd85ccd.jpg)

"Two thumbs up!"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on October 02, 2015, 10:06:54 pm
It gets worse...

(http://i60.tinypic.com/3517gk7.jpg)

That's a long lift ride to the top.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on October 04, 2015, 10:12:28 am
A man laughing at a Pringles advert turns to share the mirth with a countless amount of unblinking molecules, none of which host human life.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on October 05, 2015, 08:37:09 am
An emaciated old man rocks backwards and forwards on a lead-lined bed in a Bristol mental home, waiting for the warm embrace of death. 1967 is only days away.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on October 05, 2015, 09:35:42 am
(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/61/a6/69/61a66927d25f7a0c1ca6c806ecd85ccd.jpg)

"Two thumbs up!"

I remember this film!  I must've been too young to appreciate the absurdity of Frances McDormand (now one of my favourite actresses for her work with the Coen Bros) being a part of it.

"Thought it was shite, even when I was 9" - Noodle Lizard.  There's one for the inevitable Blu-Ray steelbook release.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dex Sawash on October 05, 2015, 03:15:18 pm
Thought it was shite, even when I was 9" - Noodle Lizard. 

Only gave me a 4" semi chub
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on October 05, 2015, 06:24:59 pm
Ten buckets of earth and worms take up the floor space in her small dingy kitchen. She loves her wuurrms. Lurrvves errm.

16th night in a row at the gym, cardio every day for 3 hours. Just running on the machine. Running, running, running, running. If he keeps running he doesn't have to think about it.

Wojciech downs 5 cans of Tyskie on the 6.44 to London Bridge before getting to work and taking up position in the crane.

Margeret starts a fight with her husband over undercooked broad beans. She does it in an attempt to feel..something...anything really.




Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on October 05, 2015, 06:45:29 pm
I remember this film!  I must've been too young to appreciate the absurdity of Frances McDormand (now one of my favourite actresses for her work with the Coen Bros) being a part of it.

Love Blood Simple and Fargo (she has a great virtuous smile in that for such a super lady), not that keen on Burn After Reading as it's trying way too hard to be wacky. Have you seen her in Olive Kitteridge yet? Keep meaning to watch that as it's been lauded but the premise sounds so tedious.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on October 06, 2015, 09:07:50 am
A haggard man is shoved over by drunken chavs. As he scrapes his fat face and battered pastie from the tarmac, he recognises one as his own son.

They lie in bed - back-to-back as always - her on the Smartphone, him working out how many days it's been. 39. Thirty-fucking-nine.

A starling lies on your patio with half it's guts hanging out of it's arse. Happy Birthday.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 06, 2015, 09:44:15 am
Margeret - so much regret, not least the purposeful misspelling of her name by a spiteful mother.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on October 06, 2015, 09:48:54 am
Eddie Chung types 'Hi ;)' into Facebook chat.

Jessica logs off immediately.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on October 06, 2015, 11:58:47 am
A boy recovering from debilitating chemotherapy returns to school and is instantly ostracised for having the wrong style of baseball cap.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on October 06, 2015, 07:36:24 pm
A divorced gasman listlessly entombs an earthworm inside a vertical sarcophagus of lightly sucked Hula-Hoops.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on October 06, 2015, 08:36:33 pm
In the midst of a terrifying 4 day meth bender,  Paul Hollywood buggers and chokes a rent boy before wanking over a clip of himself on Iplayer.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on October 07, 2015, 08:29:46 am
A new episode of Friends airs, but it's just them- fat as fuck-sat around looking at cat memes and shit.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 07, 2015, 08:35:45 am
6am in Asper's Super Casino, Newcastle.

Paul entranced by the billboard advertisements declaring 24-7 gambling, women, booze, music surveys the scene.

A one armed small-person cleaner is vacuuming some sick off the lurid green carpet. A tramp is asleep behind one of the slot machines. His last pound coin disappears forever in a new deluxe "coin pusher" machine that accepts high value currency and there is even a slot for your credit card (with the opportunity to win £1000).

Paul's credit card disappeared at about 2:15am.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on October 07, 2015, 09:09:43 am
A data entry depressive can't help but correct the woman he has secretly loved for years after she pedals an urban legend. Lip upturned she frowns, and he knows that, this time, they will never speak again.

A cold midwife drowns in a watery ready meal.

A vicar loses his religion at Newport Pagnell services.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on October 07, 2015, 09:56:08 am
A frail old lady lies prone in her hallway at dawn, an outstretched veiny hand falling just short of the antique phone.

A middle-Englander notices an ever-increasing cluster of bluebottles around his neighbour's letterbox, but does nothing about it.

A weekend dad with skin like value ham fumigates an empty house.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on October 07, 2015, 01:46:54 pm
A pallid man is unable to make the correlation between the breakdown of his marriage and his spiralling obsession with the Zapruder footage.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: phes on October 07, 2015, 11:06:13 pm
Trudging home you think you spot a £20 note in a puddle. As you lean down and inspect the folded, sodden, fried-chicken flyer, you realise the money would not have brought even a glimmer of happiness into your awful life anyway.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 07, 2015, 11:55:09 pm
A thirty-three year old man with uncontrollable acne spends three hours trying to create an ascii version of the Insane Clown Posse hatchet man in his OkCupid profile before realizing that the site's formatting has ruined it. He slams shut his laptop and begins to cry.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on October 08, 2015, 06:14:41 pm
A melancholic grey human with a knackered spine who's just had his disability payments stopped goes to the shops and buys nothing but a 5p carrier bag in order to suffocate himself in the spare bedroom he can't afford the tax on.
 
As his gasps get more and more desperate and the orange bag forms a grim mask over his face his last blinking moments of consciousness are dimly aware of the glow from the tv. He's sure it's something of great importance, he's been told so, but his oxygen starved brain can't make sense of it. On the telly a women in spectacles says "Bake" in a strange voice.

His last thought is the word "off". 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: weekender on October 08, 2015, 06:35:14 pm
A drunk man trying to clean his flat attempts to dust the packet of floss picks that have adorned his bathroom shelf since whenever it was he last went to the dentist.

He still hopes to use them one day, and thinks of a better future, but whilst he is daydreaming and dusting the packet of floss picks he somehow manages to open the packet of floss picks and they all fall into the toilet, apart from one.  The drunk man swears at himself.

The drunk man tries flushing the floss picks but they won't move.  Rather than leave them for himself to discover tomorrow morning, he decides to put his hand down the toilet and scoop them all up from the bottom of the bowl.  He can't get all of them at once though; it takes about five or six attempts for him to get them all.  Even then, he thinks that one might have dropped into the toilet brush holder. 

He is too scared to remove the toilet brush though, in case he finds other, worse, things.

He also has to clean up the toilet water that he has displaced, which is now on the floor instead of being in the bowl.

Eventually, he leaves the one solitary floss pick in its bag - neither of which actually entered the toilet - on the bathroom shelf, as a futile gesture of hope towards what tomorrow may hold.

Then, whilst washing his hands, he decides to post his experience on the internet.
Title: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 08, 2015, 07:13:04 pm
A dying pensioner prays there is no afterlife after realising her sole contribution to life on this planet was a 10 second arse over tit-granny knicker camcorder clip that was picked up only by the Bulgarian equivalent of You've Been Framed - Videoplop.

Hristov wanks himself silly, in a dingy flat he shares with three geese, to several Videoplop clips. One shows an English granny falling over and revealing soiled knickers, the other is of another English granny having a heart attack and dying on a runaway mobility scooter that finally ploughs into a group of startled Chinese migrant workers.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Thomas on October 08, 2015, 07:14:38 pm
A jealous dog is deliberately hit by a lorry.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on October 08, 2015, 07:55:49 pm
A man in nothing but a stab vest moonwalks in front of a poster of Danii Minogue.

In 2015, a cretin goes into Brighthouse and buys a 42" 'HD Ready' Beko lcd tv.  72 months at £20.  It is stolen within the week.

5am,  running his fingers through his increasingly fragile hair,  David Sylvian caves in and orders 4 bottles of Alpecin shampoo and begins pacing again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on October 08, 2015, 08:33:40 pm
An angry uptight chef finally reaches the short list for the Great British menu banquet after 4 attempts only to be beaten by a first timers quirky take on a fish finger sandwich.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on October 09, 2015, 03:01:39 am
Have you seen her in Olive Kitteridge yet? Keep meaning to watch that as it's been lauded but the premise sounds so tedious.

Ok, watched 10 minutes and I think this is good, and has a slight Coen Brothersy vibe, and McDormand is playing Super-Jewish, cheers Joel. Still a candidate for desolation considering the time I'm posting this though, I suppose.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on October 09, 2015, 08:34:17 am
A 57-year old CEO uses dudespeak during a conference call.

A backwards man shits himself outside Netto and everyone points and laughs.

A Steve McDonald fan forum dies without fanfare.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 09, 2015, 08:37:52 am
An Aldi checkout guy fantasises about making a Hollywood film of his rich, secretive life.

Norman: Portrait of a Serial Tiller
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on October 09, 2015, 02:09:42 pm
A fifty-something perv realises he has exhausted the world's supply of porn mid-wank. He ends up cumming to a YouTube clip of Judy Finnegan's wardrobe malfunction at the National Television Awards.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 09, 2015, 02:30:48 pm
A once powerful fat man clings is suspended from a bridge by his peers. They threaten to cut the rope sending him into the abyss if he is found guilty of the many crimes he is accused of committing.

Yet...yet, he still arrogantly cat calls them as he dangles, claiming to be of the highest moral authority and demanding to be pulled back up, despite saying only months earlier that he was ready to voluntarily hurl himself off the bridge.

His name?

Sepp Blatter

February 2016, in a dank motel cum brothel in a suburb of Mons, the bloated, rotting corpse of Sepp Blatter is discovered by an CONCACAF official, who is in Belgium, ostensibly to strengthen links between the country and Caribbean league clubs, which quickly turned into a debauched, drug-fuelled tour of the seedier areas of the previous European capital of culture.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: NoSleep on October 09, 2015, 02:41:16 pm
IDS blames his failed leadership of the Conservative party on 9/11.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on October 09, 2015, 04:36:55 pm
Eddie Large confesses on his deathbead (from weight related heart disease) that he never really liked pies to begin with he just overate in order to make the Little and Large stage name fit visually and carried on in depression after their careers died.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on October 09, 2015, 05:10:48 pm
Eddie Large completely doesn't confess on his deathbed about that time when he lied during televised past life regression (https://youtu.be/mblY5RAxzTM?t=2:58m) by a child-voiced woman where he said he was a Scottish warrior who 'probably' was fighting the English.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Blinder Data on October 09, 2015, 05:19:52 pm
A young and impressionable mentally ill balding man who enjoys comedy more than the average person listens to On the Hour and enjoys it. He wants to know more about its creator Chris Morris. He googles "Chris Morris" and stumbles upon the forum Cook'd and Bomb'd. He reads a few old threads discussing Chris Morris's work and finds it an intellectually stimulating experience.

He then sees the section called 'General Bullshit'. I bet they're very funny, he thinks. I bet they tell stories of silly things they've done, make jokes (good ones and bad ones) and generally muck about using words and images in an amusing and engaging way.

But all he can see are threads about politics. They are not very funny. They mostly consist of people reporting the news and arguing and making each other depressed. He thinks about joining, and then realises he can't join anyway.

He signs up to reddit.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: madhair60 on October 12, 2015, 02:28:03 pm
A laptop is scoured by Scotland Yard's top analysts only to reveal that a technologically baffled paedo has left his CP in an un-emptied Recycle Bin.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Bhazor on October 12, 2015, 07:22:57 pm
https://youtu.be/9EBDUY5G1XY?t=27m

Old man listens to his favourite vinyl
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mr_Simnock on October 12, 2015, 09:46:38 pm
Someone logs on to CaB and still find Ziggy Starbucks bald photoshops funny.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on October 13, 2015, 08:40:57 am
A drunken fuckwit sings 'Three Lions' on a traffic island next to a pile of his own sick.

Susan, 53, straightens her hair before the big date, but all it does is accentuate her thinning crown.

A 9/11 truther wakes up alone on Christmas morning, and every other morning forever.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 13, 2015, 08:42:24 am
A 9/11 truther wakes up in the still smouldering rubble of the twin towers collapse, alone, absolutely alone.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on October 13, 2015, 08:56:09 am
A balding man attempts to do a "Jackass" - ten years out of fashion - at a fruit and veg stall in Rusholme.

He's promptly smacked in the face.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on October 13, 2015, 08:58:24 am
A man pulls up in his car, leaning to his wife-

"So, this is that Travelodge I was telling you about..."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 13, 2015, 09:27:11 am

A man pulls up in his car, leaning to his wife-

"So, this is that Travelodge I was telling you about..."

That is excellent. You didn't even have to mention its location
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 13, 2015, 10:53:16 am
A balding whippet hurls himself into a pack of rabid hares, feral on the memory of watership down and dog-track persecution.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on October 13, 2015, 11:02:42 am
A twelve year old girl notices a beautiful rainbow has been accidentally captured in the background of her latest pouting selfie. She angrily deletes it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on October 13, 2015, 11:16:41 am
A shoddy painting of Mickey Mouse and Goofy on the side of a centre for handicapped children.

The word 'cocksuker' daubed over it.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on October 14, 2015, 12:24:07 pm
Five hours after her father's death Trish logs into her e-Bay account to check if anyone has bid on her late father's false teeth.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on October 15, 2015, 09:45:05 am
I'm the new Eno!, thinks a gelswept estate agent as his sparse plops punctuate the teeming silence of his late grandmother's flat.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on October 15, 2015, 11:14:55 am
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-tees-34537709

Grim real life badness
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 15, 2015, 11:28:01 am
Deleted to avoid hurting sensibilities.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: mr. logic on October 15, 2015, 12:49:54 pm
This is a great thread, but I would contend that a two year old choking is tragic in a real sense and a pretty poor source of humour.  Doesn't fit in here at all.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 15, 2015, 01:14:13 pm
BlodwynPig hangs himself with a collection of spider webs.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: mr. logic on October 15, 2015, 01:26:15 pm
I recently got unfriended on Facebook by an ex-colleague for saying that the video she uploaded of a quirky flash mob was more upsetting than the clips they have on YouTube of 9/11 jumpers, so I wasn't being holier than thou there.  Apologies if it looked like I was. 
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on October 15, 2015, 02:34:53 pm
I recently got unfriended on Facebook by an ex-colleague for saying that the video she uploaded of a quirky flash mob was more upsetting than the clips they have on YouTube of 9/11 jumpers

DESOLATION
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: mr. logic on October 15, 2015, 02:52:07 pm
She knew three people involved. Involved in 9/11, not the quirky flash mob video.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on October 15, 2015, 02:54:46 pm
more upsetting than the clips they have on YouTube of 9/11 jumpers

(http://i3.cpcache.com/product/456642170/remembering_911_jumper_sweater.jpg?height=350&width=350)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Mijkediablo on October 15, 2015, 02:55:51 pm
(http://i3.cpcache.com/product/456642170/remembering_911_jumper_sweater.jpg?height=350&width=350)

Now available at a knock-down price.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on October 15, 2015, 04:09:39 pm
This is a great thread, but I would contend that a two year old choking is tragic in a real sense and a pretty poor source of humour.  Doesn't fit in here at all.

I don't think you have to 'contend' that. If you look through the thread there are plenty of grim headlines that aren't posted here for laughs, but factual desolation.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on October 16, 2015, 09:34:56 am
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-somerset-16301737

"A song released to raise money for a tribute statue to the late frontman of the Wurzels, Adge Cutler, has failed to sell a single copy."

From 2011. I'd Googled 'Adge Cutler's death.' I still don't know why.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 17, 2015, 12:49:16 am
An overweight 28-year-old in a sweat-drenched fursuit bends over a dingy hotel bedspread while an anonymous man in a wolf costume pounds his anus. He suddenly remembers the summer afternoon eighteen years earlier when he won a medal at the track meet in front of his long-decreased grandparents.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: newbridge on October 17, 2015, 12:55:10 am
A two-year-old chokes to death on a used condom thrown out the window of an Uber by the guy from Dapper Laughs
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on October 17, 2015, 01:18:24 am
An ageing prostitute goes shopping in Aldi for own brand Dettol so she can give herself an anal bleaching and earn more money by advertising "A" levels on her adultwork page.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: billyandthecloneasaurus on October 17, 2015, 06:25:46 am
A twelve year old girl notices a beautiful rainbow has been accidentally captured in the background of her latest pouting selfie. She angrily deletes it.
http://viralwomen.com/post/reasons_why_selfie_shaming_is_antifeminist

Mate.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: zomgmouse on October 17, 2015, 08:50:55 am
Old man with a broken vest.

Old man with a broken vest on an abandoned country train station, licking an ice-cream sandwich that's dripping onto his frayed shoelaces. It is winter.

Old man with a broken vest only having two dollars twenty because he spent the other two dollars eighty from his fortnightly five-dollar pension on an ice-cream sandwich.

Old man with a broken vest feels his throat tickling but he keeps licking. The ice-cream sandwich was expired and has no flavour.

Old man with a broken vest making a bet with another old man with a broken vest about how many butt hairs he has in an effort to regain funds.

Old man with a broken vest counting the other one's butt hairs.

Old man with a broken vest losing the last of his pension money because he incorrectly predicted the number of butt hairs the other one had.

Old man with a broken vest giving his broken vest to the other old man to pay off his bet.

Old man with two broken vests.

Old man with no vest.
(It is still winter.)
---

That syringe that's been staring at you for months.

---

Being fined (not even arrested) for producing fraudulent bottle-caps. They are mouldy.

---

Minions leggings.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on October 17, 2015, 12:31:03 pm
The obsessively, pedantically Catholic manager of a cheap pharmacy raises the price of all condoms by £1 every month.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: neveragain on October 18, 2015, 01:23:56 pm
After ten years of non-web-based searching, a clean-shaven dolt finally locates a VHS of Robin Hood: Men In Tights. It immediately gets chewed up by his ancient dusty VCR.

An ageing game show host considers how much he could have gotten away with, if only he had gone to that party, made the right connections, been somebody. He pours himself another bitter lemon and looks disdainfully at the hand-drawn picture of himself getting an MBE that he's stuck on the wall.

A microwave burrito is recovered from the anus of the corpse. Inside is one of those Troll toys. DI Higgins has seen it all before.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on October 18, 2015, 01:40:52 pm
A decaying polish babushka makes her 393,928th carrot and swede mash. As usual, the glue in this recipe is spit.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: East of Eden on October 18, 2015, 03:23:40 pm
A student spends most of her student loan on nights out that she doesn't want to go on and doesn't enjoy. A bouncer says "Smile, it might never happen" as he checks her ID. She buys a vodka and coke, it tastes odd. She wakes up with zero recollection of the night before, but for the first time in a long time, she actually feels something. Its the irritating fabric on her novelty union-jack, arseless burqa.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on October 18, 2015, 05:30:06 pm
Dane Bowers stands on his best chair just to drop an egg on his nieces gerbil.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cerys on October 18, 2015, 06:36:19 pm
A ninety-six-year-old woman smiles as she remembers the evening during which she and her husband wiled away an hour or two by saying the word 'anathema' in a succession of silly voices as their slow descent into penury continued unabated.  The cardboard box they now share isn't all that cold.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on October 18, 2015, 07:01:44 pm
A train-station lift that for some nebulous unknown reason has acquired its own sentient consciousness, yet can only express it the form of activating the 'hold' mechanism, thinks wistfully about the one brief happy moment in its life when a brother and sister made love inside the warm repository of its recesses in exchange for ten pounds.

It then holds the door for a Latvian man on his way to Grimsby, who curses and repeatedly punches the 1st floor button. Annoying people through the medium of slight delays is its only means of expression.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: fit bird on October 18, 2015, 09:09:08 pm
A spotty teenager gets in a fight. One punch to his cheek sends pus flying through the air. The crowd scream. All is lost.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: finnquark on October 18, 2015, 11:30:06 pm
A selfie at the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe. #denkmal #nofilter #profound
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on October 19, 2015, 11:27:38 am
A Sussex man is Friend-zoned by his own wife.

A painfully shy office worker is excluded from the tea round at work because everyone thinks he's an ignorant fuck.

Going into a musky museum and staring solemnly at a picture of jaundiced, sad-eyed coal miners.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on October 19, 2015, 12:48:44 pm
A twenty five stone man runs properly for the first time in sixteen years. No way is he going to miss the 'speedy boarding' queue.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on October 20, 2015, 10:44:27 am
A wife is forced to watch a Monty Python film whilst her husband provides a running commentary, interspersed with the occasional smug chuckle.

A Morris dancer is found dead in his shed with a courgette protruding from his heinous anus.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on October 20, 2015, 11:17:43 am
A forgotten man's shadow leaves him, choosing to spend its life providing shadowing duties on the south side of a Wimpey new build near Bracknell.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on October 20, 2015, 11:20:14 am
A gloom-ridden civil servant is lambasted by his wife for getting Co-op own brand pasta when they sell the Jamie Oliver kind.
   
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on October 20, 2015, 01:45:07 pm
A man chokes to death in front of his children whilst syphoning petrol from a lawnmower.

Two geriatrics debate online about which frame of the Zapruder footage shows the first shot. Abuse is hurled, threats are made. It is Christmas Morning.

A distress signal from another planet is unheard for centuries.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on October 20, 2015, 09:58:14 pm
A rheummy eyed pensioner loses the last vestiges of his pride when he soils himself in a chip shop.  He gives up and is dead within the week.

A prolapse enthusiast tries desperately to 'shove it all back in'.  Despite his best efforts a metre or so of colon remains 'airside',  like a painful tail.

A two week honeymoon in Blackpool
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 20, 2015, 10:02:56 pm
A 3 hour honeymoon in Blackburn.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Angrew Lloyg Wegger on October 20, 2015, 10:47:02 pm
A young teenager closely related to Martin Luther King asks his parents why there's no White History Month.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: yeah_cheers on October 21, 2015, 12:19:12 am
A man sits alone in a pub at noon whilst Sky Sports News on mute repeats itself for fourth time.

A man walks into a public toilet cubicle and is greeted by shit that is smeared on either side of the toilet bowl. To avoid the possibility of accusation, he erases the shit through the careful trajectory of his piss.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on October 21, 2015, 09:04:28 am
A lonely nobody unashamedly carries his newly-bought "Vibrating Cyberskin Doggy Style Pet Pussy & Ass" on the London Underground, getting aroused already at the prospect of the night ahead. After a microwave meal and a bath, he's ready.

Halfway through his plastic arse shagging he accidentally makes eye contact with himself in the mirror.

Two minutes later, half dressed and sobbing, he's on the phone to his mother - it's been sixteen years.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 21, 2015, 09:49:11 am

Two minutes later, half dressed and sobbing, he's on the phone to his mother - it's been sixteen years, still continuing to pound the Chinese made moulded plastic arse.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on October 21, 2015, 09:53:27 am
The Beige Man lies next to his wife on his newly bought water bed. He thinks to himself "how did I do it? I am, after all, the Beige man"

"A home...a wife!...a water bed!!!"

"They said I was too bland to find a woman, too attached to mother's purse strings to move into my own home, too unadventurous to buy a water-bed. Ha! I did it! I am the Golden Man Now!"

His 20 stone wife slaps him silly with a giant paw of a hand "BRING ME CHEETOS...BRING ME CHEETOS!!" she screams as water seeps uncontrollably through a yet unnoticed hole in its lining. Chinese x-factor blares out from the tiny panasonic tv in the corner.

Beige Man grins to himself "I am the Golden Man Now!"
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on October 21, 2015, 11:13:44 am
The Beige Man lies next to his wife on his newly bought water bed. He thinks to himself "how did I do it? I am, after all, the Beige man"

"A home...a wife!...a water bed!!!"

Once in a lifetime.... waterbed flowing underground....
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: yeah_cheers on October 21, 2015, 03:32:06 pm
It was during a time of hardship that Paul decided to phone the Red Cross. He requested that the £50 he donated during the Haiti crisis was given during a time of abundance and that he desperately needed the funds back into his account for rent. The phone operator apologised and replied that there was no such procedure for this sort of inquiry.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Foggy Buntwhistle on October 21, 2015, 07:39:59 pm
A starving and maltreated Yorkshire terrier with ringworm throws itself down a well.

Svën, a talented Swedish carpenter builds himself a beautifully crafted gallows out of cedar after his wife drags him round Ikea for the 76th time in a year. It works perfectly.

A spoken word night on a drizzly Tuesday evening in the upstairs room of a South London arts venue, Phillip's mum is the only person in the "audience" she claps enthusiastically when he finishes his 15 minute monologue. The barmaid yawns and looks at her twitter feed.

A beetle grub decides it doesn't like rotten wood and starves to death.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: greenman on October 23, 2015, 05:33:27 pm
Found on the window sill of a Brewers Farye pub on a grey October day.

(http://i.imgur.com/DknmWds.jpg)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: finnquark on October 23, 2015, 09:24:37 pm
Stag do revelers enjoy a rousing game of laser quest.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on October 23, 2015, 10:05:53 pm
The winner of an Iain Duncan Smith lookalike contest who only entered ironically is told by several people that he writes like him too.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on October 23, 2015, 10:23:37 pm
Three males share the same experience - the first contact of their day being stood next to two men grimly pissing in a dilapidated public toilet.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Still Not George on October 24, 2015, 04:15:18 pm
Everything about this story is a good fit for this thread:

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/10/25/magazine/the-strange-case-of-anna-stubblefield.html
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on October 24, 2015, 04:40:19 pm
A naked, massive man shifts around on an inflatable lilo, trying to find the position that will enable him  to wipe his arse. It's no good. His short arms simply cannot reach around his pasty white mounds. He may as well be a T-Rex. As he lays face down sobbing, his sticky crack itching something terrible, he formulates a solution that involves wrapping a flushable wipe around the handle of a long wooden spoon.

A man who's sole source of income was from being a Jimmy Savile impersonator awakens from a 5-year coma.

Songs of Praise while eating tinned pears.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Depressed Beyond Tables on October 24, 2015, 05:28:12 pm
A 40 something janitor places his Nickleback tickets into the forecourt bin upon seeing the Polish girl clock off for the evening, arms linked with her lover. He curses himself for refusing the cancellation insurance.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on October 26, 2015, 08:45:36 am
A dementia sufferer throws a cluster of humbugs at a startled beagle.

A deputy call centre supervisor embarks on yet another futile diet.

A blocked urinal, full of fags and pubes at a Britpop Revival Night in Stockport.


Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Vodka Margarine on October 26, 2015, 11:09:29 am
A divorced woman of 51 yells "Put it there!" and attempts to high five her young lover after intercourse. She never sees him again.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on October 26, 2015, 02:25:43 pm
A man in purple crocs plays scratch n sniff with his own arse.

A Halloween turnip on the windowsill of a 26th floor flat.

A Holocaust Denier forgets to put the bins out.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on October 26, 2015, 02:37:04 pm
An excema plagued lesbian with a Skrillex hairdo is refused a crisis loan.

An unemployed man screams abuse at an elderly poodle before throwing a lukewarm Cuppa Soup in its face.

A Krautrock obsessive spills a pint of dandelion and burdock over the 1972-1976 section of his vinyl collection.

Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: yeah_cheers on October 27, 2015, 11:57:22 am
A man wakes up every day and checks his ex-girlfriend’s Facebook page to see whether she's moved on.

A man loses his girlfriend 1 month into a 24 month phone contract.

A man reads the Metro newspaper to see if anyone fancied someone matching his description after pretending to go to work on a London Midland train.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Goodsoup on October 29, 2015, 10:44:58 pm
A physically and mentally healthy man's dreams all come true. He achieves success in every domain of his life. And then he realises that it doesn't feel as good as he thought it would. He has been done everything he can and this is it. This is all life has to offer. He starts to envy his chronically under-achieving, screw-up brother - "the lucky bastard, at least he has hope."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Goodsoup on October 29, 2015, 10:58:13 pm
A physically and mentally healthy man's dreams all come true. He achieves success in every domain of his life. And then he realises that it doesn't feel as good as he thought it would. He has been done everything he can and this is it. This is all life has to offer. He starts to envy his chronically under-achieving, screw-up brother - "the lucky bastard, at least he has hope."

A physically and mentally unhealthy man's worst nightmares all come true. He fails in every domain of his life. And then he realises that it feels even worse than he thought it would. He has done everything he can and this is it. This is all life has to offer. He starts his envy his chronically over-achieving, successful brother - "the lucky bastard, at least he has a beautiful wife and lovely children that adore him, several cars, the time and finances to take several holidays abroad each year, a number of interesting and fulfilling hobbies, a job that is varied and challenging and makes a difference to people's lives but is not too stressful, the respect of his peers and community, parents that are proud instead of ashamed of him, perfectly functioning foreskin and penis and testicles, a wide social circle consisting of both treasured close friends and a large number of influential acquaintances, several exquisite tailored suits, a yacht, his own personal library, a huge home in a safe and beautiful neighborhood, a large portfolio of investments and savings, three books published including a man booker prize nominated bestselling novel, the ability to speak six languages and play four instruments, and many other things. And I will never have any of those things. I have no hope."
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: zomgmouse on October 29, 2015, 11:32:39 pm
Escalator maintenance.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: non capisco on October 30, 2015, 01:22:52 am
A squirrel wakes up one morning and realises it suddenly has the sentience of a human male. It rouses itself, terrified as to this turn of events. What has caused this? It darts out into Regents Park, listlessly gathering nuts as it believes its kind are wont to do, so as not to attract suspicion. Its mind is screaming with inner turmoil. Why do I have these thoughts? What is this new understanding? It sees humans out walking. 'I am like you', it thinks, 'yet you do not realise'. On a park bench it listens intently to a young man on his phone discussing his disappointment with the terrible second series of 'True Detective' and inexplicably understands everything. It attempts a vigorous nod towards the young man as he emphasises the miscasting of Vince Vaughn but is shooed away. It is vermin to these people. It now has the means to understand this. Its heart is broken.
   
The next day it is hunched by the river, nibbling joylessly at a conker and trying to imagine the conker is a rib eye steak. Two attractive women walk by and bend their knees so they are at eye level with the squirrel. They coo at it and the squirrel sees it holds some attraction for them. It darts over. One of the women is truly beautiful. She looks at the squirrel and mock-swoons. She says to her friend "Squirrels...they're basically sexy rats, aren't they?"

The squirrel realises it has an erection. The women are disgusted and stamp it to death.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on October 30, 2015, 01:34:56 am
The squirrel realises it has an erection. The women are disgusted and stamp it to death.

The squirrel had large testicles, and one of the women was Blue Jam.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Charles Babbage on October 30, 2015, 12:34:51 pm
Tony Macaroni chokes to death on a polony.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on October 30, 2015, 03:36:27 pm
A pigeon wonders why
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on October 31, 2015, 12:00:01 am
A pigeon wonders why

Been done.

(http://primer.a.ltrbxd.com/resized/film-poster/8/8/5/0/6/88506-a-pigeon-sat-on-a-branch-reflecting-on-existence-0-230-0-345-crop.jpg?k=251ec2cc41)
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Noodle Lizard on October 31, 2015, 12:44:31 am
Ugh, I saw a trailer for that.  Grave.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on October 31, 2015, 05:39:51 pm
A tramp bathes in the River Dee in Chester. He comes out dirtier than he was before.

On his fifty-fourth birthday, Desmond treats himself to a ready-made roast turkey dinner from the reduced section in Tesco. "This is right fancy," he says to himself as he realises the meal expired the day before. He licks the gravy from the bottom of the tray.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on October 31, 2015, 07:45:55 pm
A young curmudgeon stays indoors doing sod all on halloween night, silently berating everyone who is taking it seriously enough to go to a party.

Even more silently, at the back of his head, he wishes he was going to one.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: derek stitt on November 01, 2015, 12:06:08 am
The village dog shagger asserts his dominance in the graveyard.

A drowned blowfly in the urinal of a broken portaloo.

The Guinness shits.

A Malcolm Muggeridge lookalike wins his next, and probably last, meal on the tuppenny waterfalls by the side of a remote A road.

Nepotism in child porn.

Sorry for the last one.



Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: MoonDust on November 01, 2015, 12:09:51 am
A red poppy trampled into the piss and grime of the floor of a Wetherspoons toilet in Doncaster.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Steven on November 01, 2015, 12:30:12 am
A red poppy trampled into the piss and grime of the floor of a Wetherspoons toilet in Doncaster.

DING DING DING!

We have a winner. CLOSE THREAD.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 04, 2015, 02:59:51 pm
A toddler with a tube through her nostrils wins fuck-all in a game of pass the parcel.

Geoff spends a rare day off fapping himself into new dimensions.

Dermot Murnaghan pulls a duff cracker on Christmas Day, but fails to see the funny side.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: non capisco on November 04, 2015, 06:01:01 pm
A previously teetotal Marks and Spencer employee drinks themself to death in a single evening because no amount of alcohol can drown out the sound of voices saying 'HAVE YOU SCANNED YOUR SPARKS CARD?'.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: the midnight watch baboon on November 04, 2015, 07:33:07 pm
A family living room screams black silence following dad's suggestion that they make a One Show diorama.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Shoulders?-Stomach! on November 04, 2015, 08:28:01 pm
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/blogs-trending-34722724

Desolate bucket-list.
Title: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on November 06, 2015, 09:57:36 pm
The year is 2366. The last ever cognitive awareness of Dane Bowers, gleaned from an accidental Wikipedia visit, dies after a routine carbuncle operation goes tragically wrong.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Cuntbeaks on November 07, 2015, 04:03:30 am
An excuse of a man completes a Take A Break wordsearch to the soundtrack of 'that fucking bitch'.

A well placed chip shop sells 400 battered sausages in under 8 hours.

Keith Floyd calls pays good money to throw a grenade at an unsuspecting waterbuffalo.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Berthas Fat Leg on November 07, 2015, 09:32:05 am
A Mark Addy lookalike mimes to Kaiser Chiefs in front of a greasy mirror with the big light on.

A man with patchy hair goes to a nightclub and realizes his day will never come.

A bigot dies in boring circumstances.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Dex Sawash on November 07, 2015, 12:35:03 pm
A poorly groomed obese man eats his massive friday night meal alone at Taco Bell. Almost like looking in a mirror.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: BlodwynPig on November 07, 2015, 01:27:00 pm
Alexander Armstrong: A year of songs

Fucking hell has anyone seen the advert?
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: buttgammon on November 07, 2015, 08:35:58 pm
Having arranged a bar job overseas, Dave spends his last hundred quid on a Ryanair flight and a set of Linguaphone tapes. Newly confident in Spanish, he finally arrives at the bar job. After introducing himself and speaking amicably and fluently in Spanish, Dave realises that the bar is full of stares of incomprehension. "Fucking Portuguese," he mutters as he storms out of the bar.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: ollyboro on November 07, 2015, 08:51:51 pm
Alexander Armstrong: A year of songs

Fucking hell has anyone seen the advert?
Fuck Yes! At first I checked my telly guide, because I assumed it was a sketch show I had stumbled on. Then it mentioned his name, and I thought he was being a good sport and poking fun at himself on a preview for Children In Need. But no, it appears this aural equivalent of dog shit appears to be a genuine Long  Player . I swear if I ever see a fucking copy of this in somecunt's house, I'll head butt the bastard before helping myself to their fucking pension money.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: batwings on November 07, 2015, 10:46:14 pm
For the fifth time this week, a hollow old cunt with Alzheimer's rediscovers what a hollow old cunt he is.

A dark red skidmark in his Y-fronts spells trouble ahead for Desmond. Driving them back from the specialist, his wife spends the insurance money in her head.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Nice Relaxing Poo on November 07, 2015, 11:01:56 pm
A rugby player on his deathbed realises that the only thing he'll be remembered for when he's gone is the night he shat into a pint glass after winning a sunday league match.
Title: Re: Desolation
Post by: Quote on November 07, 2015, 11:04:46 pm
As he discovers his chronically depressed internet-bought Thai bride has attempted suicide Gerald's first thought is whether or not he'll be able to successfully secure a refund via the sites customer service page.