Aw ma luvlies, I huv just sat and goat tae know this whole thread with a deserved! mug of tea fae the tea station aka the kettle. Beak firmly clutched, nae debates
Whit a day to be alive. Oor Marion, sharting in the big city. Rubbing arseholes with the likes of Stinky Solomon and the Grinch herself. He’ll still be stuck in his cum face on the train home with wee simple Deek (who’s probably had a lovely wee day oot on the big choo choo).
Disappinted Bungle’s skin never mad an appearance but we cannae hae everything, can we! The lack of filtering on them all has made up for it.
Next time he goes on aboot this bastarding tattle troll site, someone mind and tell him aboot this day! Sad feckers, the lot of them.