No way, Seany. I crossed the floor from righteous yet viscous poet to terribly spiffing chap some time ago.
What about yourself? Still a pigshit thick pseudo-mick with delusions of intelligence who stores pics of handicapped kids for shits and giggles and internets commerce?
Have you forgotten already that you chased yourself off when you got all 'I'll hunt you down and do your ironing for you' on us?
Short memory, these spastics. Must be the gene pollution.
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