BrummieBoy
Well-Known Member
I'm from nowhere near Goole you f***ing fat turnip. I'm not talking about the book, I'm on about the cack you spout on here. You keep saying as well you have a huge cock, let's see the proof, or is it just a warty weeping mess?
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Oh and by the way I'm not MIDNITE, no way do I have the time or inclination to produce something as retarded and redundant as that.
You are nearer to Goole than any other reference point I care to recall from my sojourns on Humberside. You own musings are both retarded and redundant. Now, get that Philip Larkin book you've never read off the bookshelf, drive to the bridge and play some really profound Morrissey third rate impressions of Larkin whilst the wind tousles your peroxide damaged hair. Then throw the book in the river in despair as you realise you just don't understand literature that takes mental energy. I wonder what a pub discussion with Morrissey about Larkin would reveal..."there's always someone with a f***ing fat turnip who knows." Yes, my cock is a fat turnip. You have obviously got hot thinking about it, but you'll never get to ride it.