dracken1
17-11-2004, 01:50 AM
Wynne, you're not on Englands hit list. A fine upstanding ex-Black Country gent such as yourself who only recently moved to Wales and adopted their subculture and dialect, in a bid to escape the wrath of the fathers of the fifteen pregnant college students from Dudley who you left behind.
you have got a nerve to put that utter pack of lies on that other post, you really have..
after the way you treated me in dudley an all.
"hi dave its really nice to meet you after all this time"
"yea hi wynne, what would you like to do then? how about me getting a woman for you?"
"sounds good to me dave"
"ok then well heres my cab"
"wow this is a steep hill you've parked it on dave"
"yea the starter motors buggered so i have to bump it down the hill"
so in we got and nothing happens!
"how come we're not moving dave"
"oh fuck! wynne open the door and kick that brick away from in front of the back wheel, the handbrakes shagged"
so i kick it away and off down the hill we go, eventually you get it going and we speed up to 30 mph. i wondered why you had no rear view mirrors, but upon looking behind i realised they would be useless anyway as all i could see was a very thick blue cloud following us.
"heh wynne you'll like this woman i got for you, she's class, and her place is all pvc and glass and has an old lived in feel about it"
so you turn down that dark alley and pull up along side this woman, i use the word woman because thats what you called her. she had a face that i can only liken to a bulldog licking piss off a nettle. and then i find out that her room of pvc and glass with the lived in smell is in fact YOUR F**KING CAB.
plus you never mention the git in the front who fancies himself as a voyeur.
so out i got, followed by you.
"whats the prob wynne?"
"whats the prob! whats the f**cking prob! just whats sodding planet did she originally come from?"
"so you don't fancy here then?"
"do i f**k! jeez i'd rather have fayji make me a meal than touch that"
"oh well waste not want not"
and in you got , pausing only to pass me a tennis racket to ward off the gathering swarm of flies that had turned up since she'd removed her knickers.
so yes i left you there and caught a cab, a proper cab back to my car.
and then as i'm about to leave, you turn up acting all hurt.
"wynne, please lets be serious you can't go like this"
yes i bloody could. you were stood there with what must have been at least 20 pubic hairs stuck on you face and a piece of string dangling from the corner of your mouth. telling me you wanted to be serious!!.
i just can't wait till you come to my house.... :D :D :p
you have got a nerve to put that utter pack of lies on that other post, you really have..
after the way you treated me in dudley an all.
"hi dave its really nice to meet you after all this time"
"yea hi wynne, what would you like to do then? how about me getting a woman for you?"
"sounds good to me dave"
"ok then well heres my cab"
"wow this is a steep hill you've parked it on dave"
"yea the starter motors buggered so i have to bump it down the hill"
so in we got and nothing happens!
"how come we're not moving dave"
"oh fuck! wynne open the door and kick that brick away from in front of the back wheel, the handbrakes shagged"
so i kick it away and off down the hill we go, eventually you get it going and we speed up to 30 mph. i wondered why you had no rear view mirrors, but upon looking behind i realised they would be useless anyway as all i could see was a very thick blue cloud following us.
"heh wynne you'll like this woman i got for you, she's class, and her place is all pvc and glass and has an old lived in feel about it"
so you turn down that dark alley and pull up along side this woman, i use the word woman because thats what you called her. she had a face that i can only liken to a bulldog licking piss off a nettle. and then i find out that her room of pvc and glass with the lived in smell is in fact YOUR F**KING CAB.
plus you never mention the git in the front who fancies himself as a voyeur.
so out i got, followed by you.
"whats the prob wynne?"
"whats the prob! whats the f**cking prob! just whats sodding planet did she originally come from?"
"so you don't fancy here then?"
"do i f**k! jeez i'd rather have fayji make me a meal than touch that"
"oh well waste not want not"
and in you got , pausing only to pass me a tennis racket to ward off the gathering swarm of flies that had turned up since she'd removed her knickers.
so yes i left you there and caught a cab, a proper cab back to my car.
and then as i'm about to leave, you turn up acting all hurt.
"wynne, please lets be serious you can't go like this"
yes i bloody could. you were stood there with what must have been at least 20 pubic hairs stuck on you face and a piece of string dangling from the corner of your mouth. telling me you wanted to be serious!!.
i just can't wait till you come to my house.... :D :D :p