Toby getting rinsed which, as he probably is very sweaty, is a good thing.
Not really, am not a fat **** like Trev and I'm not irish so I shower daily.
brb has nothing

Toby getting rinsed which, as he probably is very sweaty, is a good thing.

Too cold, too rainy, too ****ing ginger. Plenty of piss-ups involved though, so not all bad.

FFS learn how to write basic English sentences
Alwaysright got chased off the site, he hasn't posted since and good ****ing riddance too.
I bet you look a bit like Farage. 'Staff Member'![]()
you really think alwaysright got chased off hahaha...you clearly aint a very bright lad toby....ive met the guy and you would never chase him off....he'd ****ing eat you for a light snack



i had to save toby from alwaysright![]()


Where do you stand on the whole premiums/premia business?We speak of referendums, not referenda, on the advice of the editors of the Oxford English Dictionary: Referendum is logically preferable as a plural form meaning ballots on one issue (as a Latin gerund referendum has no plural). The Latin plural gerundive referenda, meaning ‘things to be referred’, necessarily connotes a plurality of issues.
You mongs have to resort to lying to try and get to me![]()
Keep it up![]()
Toby .... brb was the one who asked me to deal with the alwaysadickhead situation ... so you should be thanking him as opposed wumming him
How about you put brb on your ignore list .... save the squabbles![]()

I wasn't wumming him, I was calling him a xenophobic thick little turd of a man.
You could just ban him too![]()

I like brb
... so as a favour to me be nice to him or put him on ignore![]()

In the underpants of the man who made the models for the latest star wars film apparentlyHi Gambol ... have missed you .... where have you been hiding![]()

Hi Gambol ... have missed you .... where have you been hiding![]()
I wrote a poem for you....
With throbbing member, hard and proud
He marched to town to face the crowd
'Hey, G,' they roared, faces twisted
As woman smiled and windows misted
'Put that rod of iron back'
Or we'll slice and slash and jab and hack
But G was strong and resolute
As he stroked the shaft from head to root
'I'll never yield to you,' he stated
For he cared not that he was hated
'I've a cock so long and true'
'Your wives want me, they pity you'
And then came wrath and rage and ire
As G dodged blows and kicks and fire
He fled the square to find some peace
Within the bed of the mayor's young niece
The love they made was oh so sweet
She dined that night on G's fine meat
And came the moon as evening fell
G slipped away, to Motherwell