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Bignumber5 I've never supplied or trafficked Cannabis to anyone. It was a response to a stupid post asking people to come forward with information that would access the poster to contraband, dickhead.


Yes I have hit a child but I don't consider the person in question to be the benefactor of any sympathy as he was one of the little scrotes who enjoy intimidating the likes of you not to mention he insinuated that I interfered with adolescents so no, I have no problem with giving the little c&nt a belt round the bonce. It's a shame fired up little Guardian readers like yourself get so pussy whipped by kids who rely on your looking the other way. Apologies for not turning the other lily livered cheek.


I'll concede that my indulgence in drowning cats could quite rightly be considered attention seeking but it was mainly for a laugh. The microwave is far more practical.


I think in future you should take alot of what I say with a pinch of salt or if in real doubt consult the oracle itself.


Peace.

Bigbadwolf wrote,

I'll concede that my indulgence in drowning cats could quite rightly be considered attention seeking but it was mainly for a laugh. The microwave is far more practical.


I agree that the microwave is the best option,


1). Take cat and place in microwave

2). Full power for 2 hours

3). Leave home to go down the pub

4). Return home to find a small black dot on the platter

5). Throw black dot in bin


Simple when you know how.

i,ll tell you who fell over on monday, the little shit up quorn rd who hit my 7 yr old smack in the kisser with a snowball, after he was warned not to. i don,t think he expected a guardian reader to pelt after him and put the business end of a dm, into his poo harbour, if only i,d been wearing my sandle and sock combo.

I took my dog out on Dawson Hill on Sunday night when the snow started and he got over-excited chasing snowballs and stuff so banged into me like a steam train and knocked my legs out from under me! I landed on my @rse with a massive thud and my old man laughed his t!ts off.


I was fairly happy when he slipped on his @rse 5 minutes later in front of a load of kids when he didn't spot the mirror-like slide they'd made on the path down from the flats.

LegalEagle-ish Wrote:

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>

> I was fairly happy when he slipped on his @rse 5

> minutes later in front of a load of kids when he

> didn't spot the mirror-like slide they'd made on

> the path down from the flats.


Also known as a happy ending.

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