spendius wrote:Ellpus wrote, thrumming with indignation-
Quote:Put a sock in it, you sour little man.
I'll have you know my dear that I am six foot tall, take size 11 in shoes, have managed a football team and have had women fighting over me on the carpet in the pub. Scratching and biting.
I should damned well hope I taste sour to a bloke. The very idea of my tasting any other way is enough to have me pressing my back to the nearest wall.
Are you sweet tasting Ellpus? Are you a tall icing cake?
You are one weird, seedy little excuse for a human being, whose posts encourage the sales of antibacterial soap.
You indulge in shock tactics, similar to thost adopted by the various flashers that I have encountered in my job over the years. Instead of a set of dirty little fingernails being used to hold open a grubby mackintosh, you use yours on the keyboard in an effort to achieve the same effect.
The only probable reason that you managed a fooball team (youth team, I'll bet) is to have the opportunity to join in with the post match communal bathing.
I shall have nothing more to do with you. You make my skin crawl.
Hey Steve, will you write out all the answers for your quiz again? I haven't got them all. I can use that in the pub tomorrow night....that, and the joke about the C&A knickers. Hahahahaha
