Thing is, I've owned and sold more high-end motors than you've had to dodge the tax man, Del Boy. You stick to selling fruit and veg, and I will continue to enjoy a Sunday punt around in my motors. By the way, Tobias, the 55 isn't even the most expensive car I own. I have my little Italian number. See, I don't tell you everything. Actually, I tell you just about fcuk all. I tell you just enough to wum you and enjoy you trying to balance that massive chip on your shoulder whilst pretending that you are some kind of financial guru, when it's clear to all and sundry that you are a complete fcukwit.
Yes, I did "disappear" from here, Tobias. Was playing a gig tonight with the lads. We're busy in the run-up to New Year. Earned a king's ransom tonight. What did you do? Apart from attempt (and fail) a crafty ****?
You could've asked me that hours ago though mate. I didn't go anywhere. It would still have been "no" though.
I pop in and out of this place, now. I skim read the usual bollocks, find where I have some bites, post the usual incendiaries, and have my usual fun. Don't take any of it personally.
Never occurred to me that you did mate. I just assumed you had a gig on, like you mentioned to Tobes.
You're waiting for some wag to post that jpeg of that twat playing a Guitar Hero guitar and wearing a KFC bucket hat, aren't you? (That isn't really me, but the way. I don't get on with fried chicken).
I'd still love to see your merc's though. I've got to wash my wife's in the morning before we drive down to her family. It's all about appearances isn't it mate. I wouldn't want anyone to think I'd drive a dirty Merc.
You don't have a clue what I do, Stan. You would deeply embarrass yourself if you knew, so much so that you would not want to show your face on this cess pit board ever again. Be happy that you live in blissful ignorance, mate.
