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My commute to work was made excellent the other day when I saw a motorcyclist try to ride on the pavement to avoid a traffic queue, lose control, fall off and land bollock-first on a concrete bollard. He was fine, eventually – but tell us your tales of the old blinding agony to the gentleman's or gentlewoman's area.

(, Thu 7 Mar 2013, 12:50)
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Oh Dear
You're a porridge-wog (a Scot) so you're unqualified to speak about the English language. What was that poet you bang on about? Burns? He wrote this poem about you...

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murdering pattle.

I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth born companion
An' fellow mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't.

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's win's ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.

That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou's turned out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld.

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!

Still thou are blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!
(, Sat 9 Mar 2013, 13:53, 6 replies)
He wrote this one about you.
You're thick.
You're dull.
You don't know what an adverb is.
You'll die alone.
Cheers.
(, Sat 9 Mar 2013, 14:29, closed)
Why is Legless saying that I'm a mouse?
I do like cheese, but I'm a primate, not a rodent.

What a peculiar fellow.
(, Sat 9 Mar 2013, 18:06, closed)
Because he's thick and dull.
Just a guess like.
(, Sat 9 Mar 2013, 19:47, closed)
He struggles with his own language.
:'(
(, Sat 9 Mar 2013, 19:48, closed)
actually Legless, I personally don't bang on about Burns.
And my degree's in English, so, you know, I'm better qualified to comment on the English language than you are. What gives this extra rofl is that knowledge of adverbs is primary school level stuff, so you really have no excuse, apart from having shit between your ears.

Oh yeah, I love how your bellendedness extends to thinking that everyone's as thick as you- do you really think I need to have you explain what a Porridge Wog is?

Cheers.
(, Sat 9 Mar 2013, 17:15, closed)
*coff* second class*coff*

(, Sat 9 Mar 2013, 21:32, closed)
Still more than Legless has.
Even a jumped-up teuchter like me has a better command of his language.

Poor Legless, forever a prick :'(
(, Sat 9 Mar 2013, 22:26, closed)
You really are a first grade cunt.

(, Sat 9 Mar 2013, 19:45, closed)
Nationality is meaningless
compared to prickishness of this magnitude.
(, Sun 10 Mar 2013, 12:19, closed)
tl;dr

(, Mon 11 Mar 2013, 9:04, closed)

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