Ahright I'm off to get more ****ing jags. My boss sits at the desk beside me and he has fat baby like fingers. He lost a report and shouted "****ing ****ing ****ing ****ing ****ing ****ing hell" Each ****ing got louder until he nearly lost his voice. Then he walked past my desk and punched the wall divider and snapped it. That's proper beel
Look Jeanene, you've been beeling since I ripped you a new one on the BBC by one of my many guises, and it's no wonder. Being a virgin in your late twenties can't be easy.
Nice try sad-act. You're the one with the overly active imagination and the short memory. I'm going to start calling you "Terry Pratchett" because you write comedic fantasy but also have a debilitation illness which gives you a form of dementia.
Are Rangers dead yet?!?! I'm going to keep asking until someone answers in a manner that is in no way circumspect.
Looks like they've lined up a new buyer. Some Russian billionaire prick. Can't believe those lucky ****s