Well first I get a PM which wakes me from me slumber
then I have to click on read
then I have to actually arse meself to read it and then I have to click the "Ban Gemmill" button.
Now where is that button then...
Works good though!
1982[/snapback]
Show him the yeller then ref!
You're always galivanting somewhere or other you!
GM, report me, I dares ya!
1978[/snapback]
You bloody hooligan! It was for the likes of you that the whole report facility was put in place - to deal with you and your outbursts. Any more of your verbal diarrhoea in my direction and I will report you, Aaaaaaannn-o-nnnnnnnnnnneeeeeee!
1980[/snapback]
Too late I've just reported you. Haway pud, what happens?
What are you insinuating, you conceited little fart-sniffer?
1964[/snapback]
That you are the spitting double of Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiig. You're an abominaaaaaaaation!
Imagine what you'll be like with the ladies then, given that they're already letting you shag them in the local park. Not to mention the fact they'll probably be happier if you don't leave pastie crumbs in their beds.
I'll only believe it if you threaten me with a beating and tell me about how you're now a regular jack-the-lad who likes to do nothing better than drink 15 pints, beat the shit out of someone, shag a lass whose name you don't even know, and then be gone by the morning, leaving only your accountant business card on the bedside table to remind her that it wasn't just a horrible, horrible dream.
Aye, Pipkin needs to be informed. Hobbes is currently undergoing electric shock therapy on his extremities in a hope to alleviate his depression, and will be contacted upon completion.
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