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You are still mortified that one of your fellow Taigs asked me to rein in Medro!!

Imagine getting the pish ripped out of you SO BAD, that you posted a thread on your teams board announcing that you were, because of the pish-ripping, quitting the site.

Then imagine, one of your teams fans, PMing me asking me to "sort things out" with Medro because they felt sorry for you <laugh>

On the Internet FFS <rofl> <rofl>

PITY THE PROVAN <rofl> <laugh> <rofl>
 
I think this has beaten the record for the amount of posts on any of my threads! Keep it going lads!
 
You are still mortified that one of your fellow Taigs asked me to rein in Medro!!

Imagine getting the pish ripped out of you SO BAD, that you posted a thread on your teams board announcing that you were, because of the pish-ripping, quitting the site.

Then imagine, one of your teams fans, PMing me asking me to "sort things out" with Medro because they felt sorry for you

On the Internet FFS

PITY THE PROVAN


Oh dear. You obviously can't read, no wonder you went bankrupt.
 
Just to lighten the mood...

While visiting the United Kingdom , Winnie Mandela was invited to a cocktail party which was also to be attended by Margaret Thatcher.

When Winnie saw the Prime Minister on the other side of the room, she barged past everyone, spilling the drinks of several invited guests on the way. Winnie elbowed her way to

Maggie, stood brazenly in front of her and declared, "I hear they call you the Iron Lady."

"I have been referred to by that name, yes," replied Maggie, peering down her nose at this impudent upstart, "And whom, may I enquire, do I have the honour of addressing?" asked Maggie icily.

"I am the iron lady of South Africa!" bragged Winnie.

"Really," replied Maggie dryly. "And for whom do you iron?"
 
Just to lighten the mood...

While visiting the United Kingdom , Winnie Mandela was invited to a cocktail party which was also to be attended by Margaret Thatcher.

When Winnie saw the Prime Minister on the other side of the room, she barged past everyone, spilling the drinks of several invited guests on the way. Winnie elbowed her way to

Maggie, stood brazenly in front of her and declared, "I hear they call you the Iron Lady."

"I have been referred to by that name, yes," replied Maggie, peering down her nose at this impudent upstart, "And whom, may I enquire, do I have the honour of addressing?" asked Maggie icily.

"I am the iron lady of South Africa!" bragged Winnie.

"Really," replied Maggie dryly. "And for whom do you iron?"

Winnie Mandela goes to the Doctors, Doctor says to her to strip and kneel in the corner facing the wall ... he then tells her to go to other corner of the room and do the same.

After looking for a while, he then tells her to get dressed.

"So, doctor, what is the problem?"

"I have no idea, I've not checked you yet, I'm getting a new black leather couch delivered and I was wondering where to put it."
 
Winnie Mandela goes to the Doctors, Doctor says to her to strip and kneel in the corner facing the wall ... he then tells her to go to other corner of the room and do the same.

After looking for a while, he then tells her to get dressed.

"So, doctor, what is the problem?"

"I have no idea, I've not checked you yet, I'm getting a new black leather couch delivered and I was wondering where to put it."

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