yea do you regret hiding so long from us when you were ****eOn one hand it's good to see them back, on the other hand, its ****ing embarrassing that they ran away and hid for so long.
yea do you regret hiding so long from us when you were ****eOn one hand it's good to see them back, on the other hand, its ****ing embarrassing that they ran away and hid for so long.
lad give ower you have embarrassed yourself enough, when the real mags like Jimmy's Baldy sack see you pathetic attempts they will wince
On one hand it's good to see them back, on the other hand, its ****ing embarrassing that they ran away and hid for so long.
I've never really been away.
You seem to have crawled from somewhere though like![]()
Ah so thats why they were reet Fanny repliesSay's yer a lass in yer profile.
So that's probably your proper picture in your avatar then.






Rinse and repeat doesn't cut it petal,try real wit if you have anyYou must log in or register to see images
lad give ower you have embarrassed yourself enough, when the real mags like Jimmy's Baldy sack see you're pathetic attempts they will wince
Rinse and repeat doesn't cut it petal,try real wit if you have any
yea do you regret hiding so long from us when you were ****e
sorry mate Gordon is a ****er song comes to mind,We still are mate. We never hid either, We're all banned.
is it that time of the month precious,my sympathy goes out to youYou must log in or register to see images
so you want to identify as a man, could you not pick better than Harry SnotterYou must log in or register to see images
so you want to identify as a man, could you not pick better than Harry Snotter
so you want to identify as a man, could you not pick better than Harry Snotter
lass give ower if the lads in my regiment heard your remarks the queue for the pisser would be a mile long, cos im pissing myself listening to youYou're devastated
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lass give ower if the lads in my regiment heard your remarks the queue for the pisser would be a mile long, cos im pissing myself listening to you