Liars, damn liars and immo

Received a pm "promising" there would be a big bag of tunes in my inbox last weekend. Now either the dog ate them, the tunes were of such magnificence the internet postman stole them, or immo's an unreliable cunt.


Used to have a friend (yeah unbelievable isn't it, now I just pretend you lot are my friends, except mo ), that every time we reached a bar entrance would drop down to his knees and tie his shoelaces, thus preveting him reaching the bar first and buying a round. We used to call him shoelace.
Now I've heard immo is of the same bent, thing is, he wears slip-ons. Cunt has no conscience.

Enough calumnies in there for ya my round dodging, scruffy friend.

Might call you shoelace now.

Would this be an appropriate moment to demand a recount on the Billy quiz?

And all previous Billy quizzes, of course. :bom:

Could be mo. More likely to question sev's answers though. Cunt doesn't know the difference between a comma and an apostrophe, yet his mongish ways allow him to gain 3rd place with an excellent score. Perhaps he's another of "shoelace's" logins.

No offence sev.

Mewlin, pukin, whiney little teat-suckin sons of bitches...

























But enough of what was after all " ... an incredible season" for "The Rangers"

(You have no idea how close I came to buyin the Rearrangers end-of-season DVD for Snake as a bogus Da's Day prezzy )

I tole ya already

I got a fukkin shedload on

One of the jobs on the "to do" list is the collation of this year's Summer Compilation

Wunst ah've done it...

Ye'll have it

Trust me