
My current toilet book is Brewer's classic encyclopedia of the same name, listing some of the great British nutters down the ages. Let's create a B3TA version based on the dodgy people you've met
( , Thu 27 Sep 2012, 13:43)
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I grew up in a small, shitty north-east Scottish town, bad enough as that was, also had to put up with 'Glasgow Mags'. To the untrained eye this was a deranged transvestite, but believe me it was a woman, just a very poor excuse for one.
I was in primary school during the Falklands War, one of my pals father was killed across there. Not long after the end of the conflict I was down the high street with mother doing the 'big shop', when who but Glasgow Mags puts in an appearance, but this was a bad one. My pals mother had been confronted by this harridan, screaming in her face that her husband had been having an affair with her, he had promised her all sorts, including cash, therefore she was entitled to pensions, benefits, etc. My pals poor mother had to put up with this, before finally escaping, but the lasting memory is of all the fuckwits that just stood around gawping, as if this was their normal Saturday afternoon entertainment.
( , Sat 29 Sep 2012, 21:45, 7 replies)

Cos I live in the shittiest one.
( , Sun 30 Sep 2012, 0:03, closed)

God was going to give the world an enema, he would stick the tube in Peterhead.
( , Sun 30 Sep 2012, 18:52, closed)
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