Nearly came a cropper last night. Met a lady in a club and was asked back for coffee. Not bad me thinks until I see the tower block and the flat being on the 5th floor. One thing leads to another and in the height of passion there is an almighty banging on the front door. Turns out it was her estranged husband who was drunk and trying to kick in the door. Panic sets in - no place to escape. She shouts through the door she is calling the police and thankfully he left as I did shortly afterwards.
When dealing with complete ****ing idiots like you My usual response is don't reply, ignore the ****ing Idiot, but in your case "little barne" I don't think it applies. You are about as funny as a boil full of puss on the bum, You've had it Lanced and just when you think it's finally gone, you wake Up one day and **** me, the bastards back........ I know it's hard when you Haven't got anyone to talk to but please do what Other Billy no mates do..... Talk to your ****ing self..
So, as you were going back to hers to get a shag, you were bothered about her flat being on the 5th floor. Why did that bother you when you were about to get shagged and you didn't know at that point her estanged hubby was going to come later on and try kick the door in and you'd have no escape? #fullofshit #gojumpinpoobay
This reads like a riddle old chap. If I am so unpopular why do people need to verbally assault me? I can detect that posters on here are a little touchy - probably due to Hull Tigers promotion chances being spunked up the wall.
People fight their homosexuality in different ways - some even make up stories about picking up women
