Unethical fuckwits...

[NotLettingItGo]

And you all call me a mentalist when I see no reason to behave in a decent way towards people like you cunts.

It seems you're all very good at dishing it out, but can't take it back, and go off into petulant "I'll just ignore him and he'll go away" mode. Well I'm not going away, and I intend to behave like a cunt towards you (including wishing and hoping for nasty things to befall you (and your loved ones)) because it's what you all deserve.

Here's hoping manker doesn't make it back... a snooker table through the head would be a good ending for him, and if we're lucky it might get his lad too.

[chalice]

An unwitting foil for black humour
Whose mother was struck by a tumour
Made a slip of the tongue
As regards her Black Lung
And the cancer that strives to consume her.

Hai thenk queue.

[NotLettingItGo]

Oh! Look poetry from a man with the understanding of a four year old.


I can't imagine why the fuck I should give any kind of fuck about your exceptionally limited understanding of the world, but I do, so I'll help you out here. Not all tumours are cancer.

[chalice]

Poetic license, innit.

[NotLettingItGo]

Not at all, it's just another opportunity for you to demonstrate your intellectual limitations, whilst you attempt to take another dig at me.

[manker]

Not at all, it's just another opportunity for you to demonstrate your intellectual limitations.

Shut it, gluten face.

[NotLettingItGo]

See, that's what you can expact around here... all afternoon we've been sat here waiting to know if the snooker table fitted in the van, and all we get is crap abuse.

[chalice]

See, that's what you can expact around here... all afternoon we've been sat here waiting to know if the snooker table fitted in the van, and all we get is crap abuse.

Yeah, well I didn't expact the Spanish Inquisition. Nobody expacts the Spanish Inquisition.

[manker]

See, that's what you can expact around here... all afternoon we've been sat here waiting to know if the snooker table fitted in the van, and all we get is crap abuse.

Yeah it did. It was as heavy as a piece of felt covered slate surrounded with wood, though.

I carried both cues and the wall thing that keeps score while teh missus and my dad manfully got it into the garage.

[manker]

An unwitting foil for black humour
Whose mother was struck by a tumour
Made a slip of the tongue
As regards her Black Lung
And the cancer that strives to consume her.

It's, it's ... it's bewdiful