Aye, there's no need for that, son, that's a fucking woman you're talking about!
Aye, there's no need for that, son, that's a fucking woman you're talking about!
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SHE'S TUND D WEANS AGAINST US
>it's a "Cred Forums badly tries to type how Limmy speaks" episode
Ye beheeviah las night was shawken
SHAWKIN EHHH
That fucking voice.
a dildo in Thatcher's dead arse
so i was shitpostin on teevee ri
DANONE
Fookin...big mawn fey me
I'm the see aye ayy
Why do the Dee Dee skits seem like they take place in a dystopia? Is that just Scotland?
AT WHAT COST?
LLOYDSFARMASEE
WATS HEAVIA, A KILOGRAMME OF STEEEL OR A KILOGRAMMEE OF FEEADAAS
yer faethar would be proud.
She's turned the weans against ya, aye?
ya have a good night aye?
Its just the UK
That's just unemployed life in the UK.
classic designer drug ecstasy
YOU CANT BE SERIOUS GEOFF, C'MONNNNNNNNNNNNNN
WRONG WAY
MMM DANNEN
DOWN A ONE WAY STREE-eee-T
YOU? YOU FIYEHD
YOU? YOU HIYEHD
Not even exaggerating. It is.
>That man I was tawkin aboot before... it was yer daaaad.
BUT AT WHAT COST?
PEW WAAH
A GLASS OF FINE WINE
And it tastes
-sip-
Of fuck aw
Fookin...i was brewsin /teevee/ rait. I uselly dont brews /telly/ but i thooght it be a change a pase, ye know?.. Was havin greet taim, talkin with people about the telly an the moovies. And soddenly I see this thred with an aeroplane an a lad standin in fren of it, like he oownd the blody place, sayin ”Ah am the C I A”. Ah jest had te cleeck the threed eaut of curiesity.. Weird stoff, mon. All the pesters poosting the saame picturs oover an ooveragein. Theers the CIA lad yellin to a big bloke with a sceary mask 'Wos getin cooght part of yer plan?', CIA lad eskin 'Bein?' an sayin 'Yer a big guy' an the maskbloke sez 'Fer ye'
An I start to get ideeas. I say 'Dee Dee, hiers yer chance. You could fenally be a tall man.For once in yer life!' An I ge' up an walk to ma mirrer, repeetin 'Yer a big guy, yer a big guy' an ah felt me grevin. I get to ma mirrer an I'm alredy massiv. Ma hed was hittin the ceelin an a could hold the compu'er, in tha bacggroond, between me fingars. I say to tha mirrer 'Yer a big guy' an soddenly: the mirrer sez back 'Fer ye'. I nerly pishd maself.
But then i say 'Dee Dee, yer ouda order. Yer goin to be too big. Too big fer the flat! Kent fit throogh the door. Kent goo to the shep. Gon get kikd uut the fla'. Have to feend a nu fla' big enough fer me. I just kent affoord it. Hav to writ doon the nu bank number ef the nu land laady. I kent bether' fer all tha so I ren to my compu'er befor ma fengars are too big fer the keyboords. I go back to /Ar nein kay/, sholda ne'er left, an staart to fin threeds wit the freg thats just a wee bit doon er the boold white bloke. I fil shrinkin when i see some sad bloke postin a freg thats just a wee bit doon an tellin hoo miserable his laif is an i post a freg thats just a wee bit up, sayin 'It gets be'er' and i reelly did started to feel be'er! ...Weird stoff mon, but every'ng is fin nu.
GOAT Limmy character.
bee stings?
REQUIEM
Wot you gan do abou it, phone the poliss?
...
Which sketch is this?
>I once asked Bob Hoskins what was it like filming Roger Rabbit and uh i can't remember what he said
Best episode tbphwy
>Limmy fuckin' live streamed DaS III
Well, I know what I'm doing for the next couple of hours
THESE WERE MEN WAE A TRADE
Here Pat... Pat... Yer startin tae sownd like ane o' em.