Joined: Sep 23 2003 Posts: 14306 Location: East Hull
☺East-Sard☺ wrote:I Don't Like You
She loves to chat and likes a stat Tit for tat Rat-a-tat-tat
She maybe fat She might be flat I can't imagine that
She wants a FAG Likes to brag I doubt I'd want to shag
She maybe be scum She thinks I'm dum I know I won't succumb
Black & white Full of spite I feel bad I've had to bite
He-she She-he I wouldn't want her as my queen bee
So who is vous? Here's your clue Marfa Manu, I don't like you.
East Sard x
Simply genious.
"They supercede individuals, they supercede the team and they supercede the club. Our club is a traditional, working class club and the supporters are loyal and passionate and to see them go away happy really makes my day." Craig Sandercock.
She watches them in Morrisons She knows just where they are Anywhere in Brough, they never get too far. Hiding behind the biscuits, peeping around the rice Who is this Red headed stalker? Why, it's Ginger spice.
Joined: Jan 15 2007 Posts: 11924 Location: Secret Hill Top Lair. V.2
I once road on a magic horse, It had a single shaft of horn, I'm not a horse you silly goose, For I am but a Unicorn,
O'er hills and dales, We flew aloft, Then landed gently, Twixt two trees,
And then, I, Chopped, That, Fecker, Off.
Take that you big fat pansy.
Said I.
Sandra The Terrorist, 2012.
If there is no struggle, there is no progress. Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters. This struggle may be a moral one; or it may be a physical one; or it may be both moral and physical; but it must be a struggle.
Joined: Jan 15 2007 Posts: 11924 Location: Secret Hill Top Lair. V.2
I am touched, that is very sweet.
You are now my favourite Polar Bear, replacing the manky mental one I saw at Chester Zoo circa 1982, oh, and that one that ate that posh lad t'other year.
If there is no struggle, there is no progress. Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters. This struggle may be a moral one; or it may be a physical one; or it may be both moral and physical; but it must be a struggle.
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