I deal with it every day Stalky ... it's called life ... you sought counselling for your issues yet? ... hope it all works out
That doesn’t make any sense. I hope you enjoy your holiday posting childish nicknames while you’re obsessing about a pub guitarist and worrying that Internet strangers might have a bigger cock than you.
Blah blah Stalky... one thing I won't be doing whilst here is indulging your obsessive repetitive tendencies and misplaced adulation ... get thee behind thy keyboard, Strangely Stan ... #WeirdFuucker
As long as there’s chat about HIAG you’ll interrupt your book and glass of wine in bed to post some ... <nickname> ... emoji ... essay. That’s weird.
To be fair, Stan, you’re obsessed with me, too. Perhaps not as much as Bambs is, but it’s definitely there. I think all of you lads love HIAG. You’ll never admit it, of course. Just remember that HIAG isn’t real.
I was in favour of your account deletion request being respected. You’re the forum skid mark and have attention seeking issues which may be down to the fact that your band is so **** that the only people who watch it are pensioners on day release. The forum would unquestionably be a better place without you contributing to it.
See. Pure obsession. You need break from this place, Stan. Find a hobby. You must be good at something? No? Okay. Well, get out to the pub more. Watch some live music, or something.
You take a break from this place a few times a year and last about 5 minutes. Does that 5 minutes of listening to that ****ing awful singer make you realise that it’s more productive making a **** of yourself on here than playing dreadful music in front of god’s waiting room? I’m going to a football match this evening. You wouldn’t understand.
Having a fine one ... sitting by the pool watching the delicates throw their toys out the pram and the weirdo frustratingly juggling his dongles and scouring Google Earth to try and get a glimpse of his 'fix' ... what you got planned?
You slate a band you have never watched. I tell you what. Get your sorry arse down to the Rising Sun in Wimborne, this Friday night, and tell the 60 or so punters who will be there how **** we are. You’ll enjoy yourself, and so will I, watching what unfolds. Yeah?
Hoping to do a few pat downs on the female workers later. Will make it look random. I love Titty Tickle Tuesday's
