Look petal it doesn't matter what you think you were saying or how you were hopelessly fumbling in the dark trying to finger **** a metaphor. It's what you actually wrote that matters and what you wrote is what I said you wrote. Not at all what you then tried to claim you wrote. You made a rip roaring **** of it. Probably because you are drunk or you're a dumb scouse eejit or maybe both. Now why don't you go sleep this almighty skelping off there's a good lad.
why so angry? of course lack of basic education and social skills leave you feeling frustrated, especially when one doesnt understand simple conversation and/or compile a decent retort, but just shoot up and chill my skirt wearing brother its all fun and games
Just when I had thought I'd seen the gayest thread. You 'men' like to feel each other up and call it 'sport'.
Have you actually read the thread ? it's a wumining masterclass. I completely rinsed two ex mods and generated multuple pages on a dead board. Some of my finest work.
Okely dokely. Aplogies for that moronic yobbish rant I had a second helping of sherry trifle and the monster was unleashed. Mr Jeckyl or Mr Hyde ? I just didn't know who I was anymore , at one low moment whilst watching the BBC news Mr Osbourne the respected Chancellor of the exchequer appeared before me explaining his new 2016/17 budget and I instinctively yelled**** off you **** . The other shoppers in John Lewis's electrical department just stood staring at me in stunned silence their mouths agasp . I ran from the store in tears knowing I shall never be accepted in society , why oh why can't I keep a civilized tongue in ones head ? When I am really low I disguise myself as a builder wearing cargo pants muddy boots and a hi visibility yellow bib complete with a copy of the Sun ,and sit in a booth at Wetherspoons eating from the curry club menu amongst other social misfits pariahs and heathens ,rapturing in our shared carnal pleasure . A meal and a pint of lager for £5.99 surely a contract drafted by Satan himself ?. I sat their with excitement coursing through my veins a mixture of spicy food 4% continental lager images of Kim Kardashian and the faint swear words of the other diners gloriously filling the air. At one point I think I may have seen Jesus leaving the mens bathroom rubbing his sodden hands on his orange boiler suit ,but it just turned out to be a tree surgeon with a hipster beard . Off to church this morning to atone.
SN your such a wind-up merchant - just been reading the Norwich board Minxy will have your nuts fella and not in a way you might hope for LOL, although as it's Dave she may show some leniency. Don't blame me if I get asked to ban you again
