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My mum told me to stand up to bullies. So I did, and got wedgied every day for a month. I hated my boss.
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( , Wed 13 May 2009, 12:27)
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Secondary school, yada, bullying, yada yada, sexual interference, yada yada yada, completely fucked psychologically, whatever.
HOWEVER:
Recently, the guy who made my life a living hell got in touch on Arsebook. Couldn't believe he had the brass fucking neck. Asked him couple of questions: yup, it's the same cunt I've been looking for for 30 years. Why have I been looking for him? Not for hugs and kisses, you can be sure of that. Now, if he turns up having been bleached and put feet first through a bark chipper, they'll go through his recent contacts and I'm fucked.
Unless someone fancies combining a holiday in Marbella with a whack job. £25 and a bottle of bison grass vodka sound OK?
( , Wed 13 May 2009, 23:57, 4 replies)
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..just like a guy I used to know. please tell me it isn't JB?
( , Thu 14 May 2009, 8:47, closed)
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.. I meant whacking off into his paella. After all, I'm only offering £25.
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You want me to whack the guy, off the guy, whack off the guy? 'Cos I'm straight, y'know. As long as it ain't Pauly Shore, otherwise you can whack me off right now!
( , Tue 19 May 2009, 10:49, closed)
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