I'm Off

You are half correct, but he got that laser thing done to his scalp the other day!

 

Maybe if you all bummed, things would be easier.

Or they'd get even messier.

Worth a try though. Arguing hasn't worked.

 

Way off

 

when does the walk out start?

 

Two final straws...

Only one can win...

Who wins?

YOU DECIDE!

 

To be honest Dev, everyone on here is a ****. Me and you included.

Just dont let it get to you

If you are going to leave then do so - though you will be missed

Dont start the whole Im leaving in 2 days ****e though. Makes you seem a bit diva like - even if thats not your intention - its how it will look

Anyway for a Ex British Soldier you werent the worst on here. I will forever recall our week long debates with Malky about the use of the word hun

 

No it's genuine Anp, today is my last day, i'm in the habit of posting mostly Monday to Friday hence my decision to chuck it today.

 

Medro skelped him and he's thrown in the towel?

Bringing up BH and Girvan on other threads even though Del's been away for nearly 2 years and BH was killed in Afghanistan in November, squealing about "Tina's" pic on the GC wall paper even though it's been there for 4 months

You ****ed up, Dev.

Poor WUM bud

 

**** off.

****er.

 

Mick was PM'ing me asking for titty photos.

 

youve got mail

not from me you understand

 

Pontius Pilatus Pud has washed his hands of it so your prediction has come true Mick - it's all your fault ...

 

.

The Ides of March fast approaches for Pud.

 

Wtf?

 

you missed another dev meltdown

 

FFS Dev

What happened?

 

your best pal Medro put "tina's pic" in the GC background about 4 months ago (remember?) and yesterday Dev handed in his 2 day notice

 

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
Not606 mourns for her retired across the Clyde.
Flesh of her flesh he was, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the decency.Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and up the ra
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of Devs iPod
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
He went with songs to the Sevconians, he was young at heart if not body,
Bent of limb, glazed of eye, sleepy and stoned.
He was staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
He left with his dangly bits in the faces of the foe.
He shall grow not old, as we don't think you can get much older:
Rage shall not weary him, nor the bears contemn.
At the going down of the hun and in the morning
We will remember him.
He mingles not with their laughing Timmies again;
He ****s no more on familiar threads of Medros;
He has no forum to labour of the day-time;
He sleeps like on of his students at his lectures.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of his own Celtic Board he is known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the liquidation, to the liquidation, he remains.


<weep>

 

"... it was excellent weed indeed ..." - a tribute to Dev which I hope he'd enjoy:


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