Checked it out, it's a bot registered to a free hosting company in Frankfurt, and is showing as a recognised spam problem. I've deleted over a hundred already - I'm going to keep Digital Republic and Ceremony spam-free but not worry about the rest, if any of the other mods want to do their bit on BCD feel free.

I've contacted Nicos via facebook to get him to block the IP, it's a static address.

Incidentally, the passport ones are coming from Mauritius and Cameroon, and are also widely known as spammers.

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"They make me have blow job" - Nobby, Summercase

kNOWN TO HIS MATES AS slug

Rocket Mick wrote:

kNOWN TO HIS MATES AS slug

he's working overtime tonight..

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At last I am free...

bollocks, i'm still waiting for my fake Zaire passport as well as my million from a Nigerian prince

Shug Sludon

Rocket Mick wrote:

kNOWN TO HIS MATES AS slug

Yes, there were the slugs

lol...


797 posts so far.


Rocket Mick could not post so much shite so quickly.

Lyrics to Slug Dub :
[Thomas]
Aww... slugs again!

[Samuel the Narrator]
Yes, there were the slugs. Babies, mothers, and grandmothers, besides enormous great fat slugs, all eating away at the juicy leaves.

[Mother]
Oh Thomas, let's set some traps--some slug traps--and catch them all.

[Samuel the Narrator]
Did those slugs walk into the traps? No, not one. They just laughed their slimy laugh...

[Slugs]
Huh-huh, huh-huh...

[Samuel the Narrator]
... and went on eating the juicy lettuces.

[Mother]
Oh deary me, what shall we do? There'll be no lettuce left when little Tim comes home.

[Thomas]
I know! I've got a good idea. I'll shoot those varmints!

[Mother]
Thomas!

[Thomas]
I will! I'll shoot them!

[Samuel the Narrator]
Thomas crept very carefully up the lettuce patch and fired his little gun. [POP! POP!] But did the slugs mind?

[Slugs]
Huh-huh...

[Samuel the Narrator]
No, not they. They laughed more than ever in their slimy way.

[Slugs]
Huh-huh, huh-huh...

[Samuel the Narrator]
And they ate up all the peas, and then they turned about and went on eating the lettuces.

[Mother]
Thomas, how are you getting on? We shan't have any lettuce when little Tim comes home.

[Samuel the Narrator]
They hopped sadly down along the passage into the kitchen of their house... and then Mariah had arrived. [ZAP!]


[Interlude]


[Slugs]
(Squealing.)

[Samuel the Narrator]
The greedy slugs raised their heads to listen. They waved their bodies joyously, and laughed their slimy laugh.

[Slugs]
Huh-huh! Hear the sweet music at our feast. Hear the sweet music while we eat.

[Samuel the Narrator]
And then they laughed again happily in their slimy way...

[Slugs]
Huh-huh, huh-huh...

[Samuel the Narrator]
... and went on eating lettuces.


[Interlude]


[Slugs]
Huh-huh...

[Mother]
There won't be even a nibble of lettuce when our little Tim comes home! (Sniffles.)

[Samuel the Narrator]
Suddenly, a voice called out, and out rushed Tim, hopping and skipping and turning somersaults as he came towards his father and mother.

[Tim]
Hello, hello! I brought a friend! Oh... what's the matter?

[Samuel the Narrator]
The slugs are eating all the lettuce, Tim.

[Tim]
Oh hey there, Samuel! My friend Brush has just been wondering if you'll have meat for supper. Why is it we only had lettuces, didn't I, Brush?

[Brush]
Ask Tim! I, uh, think I can help you... if you allow me, sir. Just watch me! (Starts whistling.)

[Samuel the Narrator]
He gobbled up the slugs faster than you could count--baby slugs, mother slugs, grandmother and great-grandmother slugs--before they had time to take to their slimy heels. Mariah and Thomas stood and watched in wonder at his huge appetite.

[Thomas]
Ho-ho-ho-hooo! Come and have supper with us whenever you like, Mr. Brush.

[Tim]
Oh, he will. Mr. Brush!

[Thomas]
Yes! Get in.

[Brush]
(Whistles.)