I can assure you, that is not how it happened. I will spill the beans, soon. When I do, you will see that, in fact, it is you who was stitched up like a kipper. Well and truly, my son! You are now the Kipper Boy. How's it feel to be betrayed by treachery, Kipper Boy? It's tough, yeah?
You sound bitter and hurt, Pix. I suspected that might happen, when my brother brb and I were planning this caper. I didn't want to push it too far, but brb was insistent, mate. "Let the ****er have it! You owe him nothing, HIAG!" That's something like he said. I'm not going to betray any confidences by publishing PMs, so I'm not going to quote my bredrin word for word. It was much worst than that, but you get the gist. Sorry, KB.* *Kipper Boy
Don't be bitter, mate. Me and brb only intended this stitch up as a bit of a laugh. Don't take it personal, like.
Sorry Kip ... but you can't pass the kipper mantle unilaterally... there needs to be incontestible proof of a good smoking ... and a generous dollop of horse radish ... So far, all you seem to have managed is to have inadvertently rubbed deep heat on your willy and loaded your wum guns with some vague sloppy bull **** premonition of an imminent come uppance for the vegan surfer ... ... put up or shut up
It’s as obvious as your numerous wum **** ups what happened, it needs no explanation. However, that wasn’t the subject of my post Falstaff.
Wow that’s some rant Kipps. We all know what happened, brb said he’d locked your avatar when clearly he hadn’t. It was obvious from the moment you started bleating on about your countdown. You and brb went for the reverse stitch up and ****ed it up
@Hoddle Is A God makes 7 consecutive posts about how bothered Piskie is. Thank **** brb bottled the avatar lock or Hiag would of had the mother of all meltdowns, and called in the cops* *actually that’s probably what went down behind PMs, as we all know Hiag bleats like a teenage girl when he doesn’t get how own way
Your bitter recriminations suggest otherwise, Pix. Sorry, mate. I knew you’d be hurt, but not this bad. You and the rest of the ‘Pede were hoping for a wum ****fest, but you’ll all have to put the Kleenex away.
You could have played a blinder on this Kips if you'd kept schtum, but waving your little sausage around gave the game away right at the start.
“Kipper” now describes the ‘Pede, Tel. “Kipper Boy”... well, that’s Pix. You can call him”KB” for short.
