Infant coprophilia
The girl I was seeing at the time lived next door to a right bunch of antisocial wankers. Either they were quadrafuckingplegic or could not be arsed walking to the bins outside the flat to put their rubbish away. No big deal for the most part, but then they decided that lobbing shitty nappies out of the window was a sound disposal method. This went on for bloody *weeks*...

Obviously this vexed my gf somewhat as she'd bought the place and didnt want some bunch of inbred weegie oiks making the place look like a midden. One night, coming home from the boozer, after a severe skinful and having had to listen to this *all night*, I decided to take action.

I rounded up each and every turd laden nappy I could find, and, retching horribly, piled them up on her neighbours doorstep. It amounted to about fifteen all in, the dorty fuckers.

Standing back to admire my handiwork I decided it wasnt complete without a calling card, so picking up one particularly well loaded huggy, using it to daub "NO" in large brown/green on the front door. I didnt think I had enough cack to write "STOP" or I would have.

Co-incidentally enough the following day the Council paid our neighbours a visit and tore them off a strip but not before charging them a kings ransom to remove my handiwork.

Apologies for length...
(mymilkshakebringsallthemongstotheyard poison hearts, poison minds - joining hate, Thu 25 Aug 2005, 20:41, Reply)