argylepaul
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- Feb 25, 2011
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I have suffered the ignominy of having a post deleted by a Grecian in Newbury for tw*ttery.
My first, and I am not proud!
What I don't understand is why his tw*ttery doesn't have stars on his 'a', whereas mine does?
But, I have to agree with said tw*ttery charge, and will now subject myself to beastings from ********, the bloke with the bike lock avatar and Jersey Thone.
These slipper smackings will take Jersey Thone back to his school days in St HELLier.
Basically the post was a fantastic attempt at humor (American spelling) and light-entertainment, but it backfired like my old Ford Corsair.
Sorry to everyone.
I had better go, as Devon and Cornwall Constabulary are banging on my door with one of those door banger things you see on hard hitting police documentaries.
"Police. Don't f*cking move. You Argyle c*nt" They shout as one.
I am trying to calm things a bit and offer them a cup of tea. It involves making 36 cups. I also throw in some Viscount mint things and some Rich Tea biscuits.
"Officers. Do any of you take sugar?"
"Shove your Cornwall tea up your arse, you Pilgrim tw*t" says the SO19 operative.
"But, I will have a Ginsters, if you've got one."
I hope they will at least let me change my Y fronts. But it appears they won't.
Anyway, the point is Argyle and Torquay are the best of chums, so my call to cardboard arms would not have any takers.
In the spirit of cordiality I predict a 4-0 hammering for David Webb's Gulls.
My first, and I am not proud!
What I don't understand is why his tw*ttery doesn't have stars on his 'a', whereas mine does?
But, I have to agree with said tw*ttery charge, and will now subject myself to beastings from ********, the bloke with the bike lock avatar and Jersey Thone.
These slipper smackings will take Jersey Thone back to his school days in St HELLier.
Basically the post was a fantastic attempt at humor (American spelling) and light-entertainment, but it backfired like my old Ford Corsair.
Sorry to everyone.
I had better go, as Devon and Cornwall Constabulary are banging on my door with one of those door banger things you see on hard hitting police documentaries.
"Police. Don't f*cking move. You Argyle c*nt" They shout as one.
I am trying to calm things a bit and offer them a cup of tea. It involves making 36 cups. I also throw in some Viscount mint things and some Rich Tea biscuits.
"Officers. Do any of you take sugar?"
"Shove your Cornwall tea up your arse, you Pilgrim tw*t" says the SO19 operative.
"But, I will have a Ginsters, if you've got one."
I hope they will at least let me change my Y fronts. But it appears they won't.
Anyway, the point is Argyle and Torquay are the best of chums, so my call to cardboard arms would not have any takers.
In the spirit of cordiality I predict a 4-0 hammering for David Webb's Gulls.
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