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Rocky

Hello decadence
I’m sorry but what is the porpoise of this post?

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Randomnerd

Bimbleur
Location
North Yorkshire
I read that Russell Brand is worth $15 million. Hoodathunkit?
 
Absolutely despise this bloke and he still owes me £100. Really.
Intrigued, we need to know more.
 

Randomnerd

Bimbleur
Location
North Yorkshire
My boyhood he-row was Joffrey Bloycock. I always loved how he held his crease for hours as only a Yawkshore man khan, biffing off the opperzishun with his doubty gritt. i was there for his 191,000 against Ozzy Osborne in 1977.
 

Cavalol

Guru
Location
Chester
Intrigued, we need to know more.

Not very interesting, I'm afraid:
He was (sadly) our MP for a short while. He turned up by our house one day and started telling a massed crowd how great he was, how he was helping the local area, how fantastic his party was, you get the idea. He was playing to a captive audience really, and milking the praise from his little entourage.
All was going well for him until I decided to challenge some of the rubbish he'd spouted. We had a 'slight' difference of opinion, he tried belittling me, I repeatedly asked him questions he wouldn't answer, that sort of thing. Anyhow, he was banging on about getting re-elected and I bet him £100 that it wasn't going to happen and that when he was booted out, that he'd disappear back down south pronto, a bet he accepted. This didn't go down very well with Mr Biscuit Bottom and I suggested he shouldn't knock on my door canvassing, to which he replied he'd do what he like. At this point I didn't cover myself in glory by swearing at him, calling him names (you've always lost an argument when you do that) and suggesting if he called to my house(and pointed where it was) I would personally punch him straight back onto the street. Stupid, pointless and a bit pathetic, but I was younger then.

About 15 minutes after it'd all died down, I went home, took my young son in his buggy and went for a walk. 1/4 mile down the road, there's a car horn going non-stop and as I turned to see who it was old Mr Pompous was leaning out of the back window screaming all kinds of abuse at me, including some quite choice language. It was (apart from my young son being present) hysterically funny, I wish I had a camera phone at the time and recorded it. He'd absolutely totally lost it and was gesticulating wildly to match the swear words. Not long after that he was booted out as our MP and slunk back down south. A few Twitter messages and posts sent, he's just ignoring me.
 

Cavalol

Guru
Location
Chester
Can't say I ever liked the bloke beforehand, tbh, but even he paled into insignificance compared to J*m Dav*dson. Now, there's one horrible, horrible fella.
 
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