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Or maybe just step away from the wine!@kent f OBE wrote:
lol@Savvy telling me to Jog on….run out of things to come back with??
You come on the boards…try belittle and insite gossip with almost everyone here……when asked to back up your gossip…you call it attention seeking…somthing you thought about sitting in the pub…
tell me Savvy…you often think about me whilst having a drink in the pub?….you can’t back something up so you change the subject completely…have your say then decide to “be with Coaty” and step away…because I am a bully?…..Yes I bullied you into saying those things and being a nasty parasite..
By the way its you’re a bully not your a bully
Just saying
so if you start something….don’t expect everyone to sit back and take it from a coward who sits in the room gleaning information to use on others so they can get a personal kick….come to think of it…yes stick with Coaty…thats what the sheman does tooNow your state of mind is really cause for concern Kenty….. you seem very irate and and upset … it’s only a chatroom dear nothing to get yourself in a stew about … honestly it isn’t!
Your mind is blurred and your senses are heightened it’s there for all to see ….. savvy didn’t say ‘your’ a bully or you’re a bully as quoted….
I’m with coaty on this one, I’m out of this thread, your boring me now. BULLY!
If you ever want to chat just pm me, I’m there for you.
@panda12 wrote:
It was Christmas Eve and Mariagarita, The Dominos Matrix was exhausted from the wild and lively shapes she had thrown that evening during her Strictly Cam Dancing session with Tin Dice. That, and her daily alcohol consumption had conspired against her and now she slept soundly in her four poster bed after having finally passed out. It seems she had shaken “her little tush on the catwalk” a little too hard. A loud, gargled snore disturbed the peace causing the snow and ice to slide from the roof.
The night was calm and snow fell gently and silently on the tiny village of JC to cover it with a wildly inappropriate, virginal white blanket.
From the local Church, the singing of carols could be heard as local members of the JC community sang their praise of the new born king.
None sang more loudly than Tin Dice – not because he cared about baby Jesus but because he thought he was the new born king. A cardboard crown from Burger King was perched lopsidedly on his head.
Whinny Mouse mimed the words in between taking gulps of the communion wine. She was annoyed. Her imaginary boyfriend was drunk and had fallen over three times on the way to the Church. Finally, in an attempt to sober him up, she had dunked him in the font but he had then vomited in it. Horrified at this unacceptable, drunken behaviour, Whinny had no alternative but to dump him. Now she would be alone and even sadder for Christmas. She took another gulp of the wine. “Men,” she spat venomously. How she hated them for hurting her so.
MerryManOfPots had already consumed the body of Christ after cutting it into large doorstep wedges and toasting it on the altar candles. Caviar from the Pound shop had complemented his meal.
Annette Curtain was busy knitting a new stained glass window for the West Transept. It was a biblical love scene between an unsung, and much aggrieved heroine and Julius L Augustus. Intermittently, Annette drank an orange liquid from the communion goblet. Tin Dice had teased her saying it was “meths” but she had violently shook a knitting needle at him and insisted it was only Fanta.
Coming from a long line of tricoteuses, Annette, spying Tin Dice’s headdress narrowed her eyes in hate and muttered to herself, “uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.”
Father Alias of Assisi – Side looked around at his congregation. Tin Dice was now singing his theme tune, “Rob the Builder, Can I screw it? Rob the Builder, If I can!”
“It wasn’t so much a Midnight Mass as a Midnight Mess,” he sighed to himself and grabbed the communion wine off of Whinny Mouse.
Back at Mariagarita’s house, the weather was a changing. The wind had whipped up and a turbulent snow storm had began. The lattice window banged violently against the side of her twenty five room mansion (which she could easily afford as she is after all, loaded.) Mariagarita snored loudly oblivious to it all which greatly annoyed the Ghost of Christmas Past.
His dramatic entrance, on the chime of one, through the window and accompanied by a mysterious, glowing ball of light had been ruined! Angrily, he stomped over to the snoring beauty and shook her. Mouth gaping open, Mariagarita caught her breath and snored loudly again. The Ghost of Christmas Past stared at her with disgust. “Pig in blanket” he muttered to himself before extending a fist and punching a salivating MerryManOfPots straight back out the window.
The Ghost of Christmas Past placed his hands on his hips and pondered his next move. If he didn’t wake The Dominos Matrix up soon the whole story would be pointless. Placing his hands above his head and wiggling his fingers, he leaned over Mariagarita and tried a genuine, ghostly woo:
“Woooooooooooooo!”
Nothing.
Then he sang to her:
“Wake up little flooooooooo zeeeeee, wake up!”
Nothing.
There was only one thing left to do – he opened his wallet and dangled his Nectar card in front of her. Her nose began to twitch at the smell of money. With eyes closed and nose twitching, Mariagarita’s head slowly began to rise from the pillow. Then, abruptly, it shot back down.
“Make it a £100k limit Platinum Card, Mr Ghost, and I’m all yours,” she demanded.
“And if I don’t?” inquired The Ghost of Christmas Past.
“Then I’ll shoot you dead with my 12 bore” Mariagarita replied.
The Ghost of Christmas Past sighed and replied, “I’m a ghost. I’m already dead.”
Without hesitating, Mariagarita sat up, opened her eyes and stared intensely at The Ghost of Christmas Past. “I drive a hard bargain, Mr Ghost,” she said, “but it’s a deal. What service do you want?”
The Ghost of Christmas Past threw his hands up in the air in exasperation. “You haven’t read the script, have you?” he asked, accusingly.
“Well,” replied Mariagarita, “I did, but I’ve lost the plot.”
“That,” mused The Ghost of Christmas Past to himself, “is not surprising me.”
Handing her a new script, he left, saying as he went, “read it, biatch. We’ll continue this later…”
Oh dear I’d jump off the bandwagon while you can love :roll:
@thin ice wrote:
only 26 posts in a week
does this thread prove
most people on the boards prefer to b itch :wink:Well don’t you or have you changed? :wink:
Serenity
@rubyred wrote:
im off to blackpool soon,, bring back cosy. he is a braw laugh.
Apparently he’s running the show over at Pats, why not fck off and join him!
@rubyred wrote:
what a disgrace you are born. Pebbles was right about you,many moons ago.
You are Tacky,and im scared to even type here in case of germs..You have no wit at all and reserve your arguments to the base level of ” fvck you”.. you continually marry strangers from the net. while your own children have never had a mothers love. Maybe step off here and you might keep the youngest child with the latest old man you wed.
the more children you have maybe ONE day you MAY get granted custody. You assume its alright to Pick on people in a conversation.. turn your hearing aid up born ! You are crass.
see you too marrow !!!
/boaks.
God youre a nasty cow are’nt ya! :twisted:
Melody is so right lots would post more if every thread wasnt trashed by that thin ice who seems to think he rules the boards and spends his time goading and being down right nasty to everyone. I really do wonder what he gets out of it because its obvious he private messages people to say he is sorry for what he has done but still continues to be nasty to them.
Very sad behaviour really but it does put people off. I like posting but tbh seeing those type of sniping comments makes me think oh why bother and I’m sure others think the same even though we have enjoyed lots of AngelBabes threads, he doesnt put us off reading them so he can’t win.
Still I guess kentobe loves him even if no one else does.
Keep it going Angelbabe some of us love reading it even if some have to scroll through quickly to avoid some sad sacs comments.
You only live once, but if you work it right, once is enough.
lips.
