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Eh? What Do You Mean? I Just Told You That I'm Going Upstairs For A Wank.

I've Hidden The Stupid Bint's Glasses. That'll Teach Her. I'm Going Upstairs To My Room For A Wank, I'm So Livid Right Now.

Bollocks. Wish I Was There. I Had Tickets For The Game And Had Them Ready Pinned To The Noticeboard In The Kitchen But Mother Confiscated It When I Said A Naughty Word During Supper Earlier. What A **** That Woman Is. Edit. By **** I Mean She's A f***ing Bitch At Times.

I Heard He Pulled A Right Looker

What? In The Head? I Thought That Was Generally Accepted As A Given.

All Together Now: "You Don't Know What You're Doing!"

Seeing As It Was A Light-hearted Thread With At Least One Other Mod Posting In It Then I'll Guess Hitony The Humourless Mod Had A Hand In The Proceedings.

Sorry DougDeepSleep. Your Views Are Null And Void Seeing As You Live In Seaford And Therefore Know Nothing Of Style Or Fashion. Oh, And Also Because You're The Most Boring Poster In The History Of The Internet.

I'm Always Impressed That The Labour Party Have So Many Clever And Able Women At The Top. Two Of The Brightest Stars Are Hazel Blears, Minister Without Portfolio And Party Chair And Caroline Flint, Minister For Housing. Their Competence, Assuredness And Obvious Abilities Really Do Mark Them Out...

Why The f*** Are Women Even Asked To These Sporting Ceremonies? You've Got Mariah Carey Smashing The Ball Into The Ground Like A f***ing Flid. And Diana Ross Missed The Sort Of Open Goal At The World Cup Opening Ceremony That Would Make A Shit Striker Like Nicky Forster Blush. And Then That...

I Post Easily The Funniest Picture On This Thread And Once Again I'm A Victim Of The Bullying Culture That Exists On This Board. Why Exactly Did Anyone Feel The Need To Remove It? Some People On Here Need To Grow A f***ing Skin. It's A Big Bad World Out There Away From The Safety Of Your...

You Live, You're a Div. Outside Of That Anything Else Is A Bonus For You.

:bowdown: Palace Fan In Gay Brighton Jibe. Genius. Pure Genius.

Christ On A Bike. Are We At The "Hur-Hur, More Like You Are?" Stage? Yep. Your Intellect Knows No Boundaries. You Truly Are Dr Jonathan Miller.

What A Legend You Truly Are. Have You Seen A Doctor About Those Low-Esteem Issues?

Neither Funny Nor Clever Yet It Satisfied You Enough For You To Say It Was All You Needed And Then You Thanked Me. What An Odd Chap You Are.

*Whoosh* That Went Right Over Your Head, Didn't It. You Ever Get Those Days, My Palace Supporting Friend, Where You Actually Understand What People Are Telling You?

Nothing Wrong At All. My Point Has Flown Right Over Your Head So Let Me Type This Slowly For You: You Have Made A Special Effort To Come On Here And Tell Us That We Are Irrelevant (I've Changed That Word. My Original Word Was Too Difficult Wasn't It). Do You See The Absurdity Of That? That...

Smarter? Really? Says The Bloke Who Made A Special Effort To Come To A Rival's Board To Tell Them They're Inconsequential. Right. Do Carry On, Einstein, Won't You.

Where Do You Get This Idea We're Inbred? Most Of Brighton Is Made Up Of Londoners Who Have Passed Your Shitty Town Didn't Like What They Saw And Decided To Come To Britain's Own Little Bohemia. And If You'd Had Any Brains Or Wit You'd Have Said Brother And Made A Gay Reference. See - You...