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No, I don't need cunting help signing in you patronising cunt, I merely spacked up my password slightly by trying to type too fast.

Also, people in the park- aside from the fact that I have no desire to see your huge wobbling arse as you sunbathe in just a thong, you can all piss off. This morning, walking my dog (good god, where have all the people gone?) I picked up about 7 mini barbeques, chicken bones and god knows how many ripped beer cans, and put them in the bin. I come here every fucking day, I know all the groundsmen by name, and I clear up everything that you left to be dealt with by someone else. DO NOT have a go at me because my dog is off the lead just because you're stupid little brat saw her from 20 metres away and started crying because you've imbued a pathetic sense of fear in them of everything that isn't the TV. She won't go near you, if she did, she wouldn't touch you. Take some semblance of resposibility, and stop leaving shit around that generally ends up being eaten by all those cute little squirrels you were showing sqidgum earlier, which causes them to die a horrifically painful death.

More to follow.
( Madam Marlboro wonders if you've found her yet, Tue 29 Jul 2008, 17:50, Reply)