Darren, if you got your hand out of your arse you might just realise is was a typo, or to use the Rensdorf, a "typographical error". Basically, some of us have lives and therefore reasons to hurry. We don't just act like scrotes. Epping.

Rosie] i am away in wales, on sad family business until sometime early next week, not that it is any of your fucking business. Seeing as I have popped my head in, and seeing as the game is proceeding in such a dismally bassackward manner, I suppose I might as well vainly try to inject a bit of tension into your sad sad lives with a move.
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Bloody hell the fecking imbecile couldn't even be arsed to get the fecking markup right, fecking wanker; Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrnbastarddrobwllllantysiliogogofuckinggoch

Shitty Death ! Mother bleedin' Theresa ! Thought you snuffed it 'bout the same time as that malingering Diana bird got herself squished in a tunnel ! How's your tea towel you haggard old crone ? Saved any sinners lately ? No ! Thought not. No fucking good now your dead are you ? Oh, I suppose someone's going to say they've been cured of leprosy or some other revolting disease by touching one of your rotting sandals or something - but then you Holy Water Brigade are all the same aren't you ? See the Blessed Lady popping up all over the place - that cloud ! Looks just like the Virgin Mary ! No, it look like a cloud, dick-head. Oh look, that shrivelled potato looks just like Mother Theresa ! Let's get down on our knees and lick our way to the friggin' Vatican ! You're all a load of donky-headed Blackfriars - it is alleged.

For the last time, Mornington Bloody Crescent