I hate Danny Dyer with a passion that can melt skulls.
A few years ago I took my brother to Comicon in London, we saw Dyer sat a table with that fat tanned bloke that he acted with once, I don't know his name. No one was asking them for an autograph or cared that they were there. He looked quite upset by the fact that there was a huge crowd around an R2D2 replica just a few feet away from him.
My brother and I stood a few feet away from and him and just stared for a few minutes, I motioned as if I was going to walk towards him, he sat up then I walked away towards R2D2 and took a picture.
True story.
(The primary reason I hate him is because I despise his mockney accent and attitude, I grew up in East London and II DOON' TOOOORK LIIII' DAAAT, fucking doss cunt)
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(|D[ekionplexis B3ta.com: fictional child porn is OK, Wed 22 Aug 2012, 16:12,
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I feel much better now.
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(|D[ekionplexis B3ta.com: fictional child porn is OK, Wed 22 Aug 2012, 16:18,
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good work
on the fake approach and swerve.
I did that to Justin Lee Cuntins once. He was sat outside starbucks at Clifton Down in Bristol - with a "go on, someone recognise me" expression on his face.
I looked at him, went all wide eyed and open mouthed and started towards him... he sat up straighter... and I walked past him and went in to WH Smiths.
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