Halloween...? Shove it up yer arse!

Breadman wrote:

scottjames30 wrote:the only time I go round to your house is when you're at work to see your wife you miserable arsehole.

Yeah and she says "No I don't want my drive tarmacking, now go away you gypo twat."

Go and have a wank, you limpdick arsehole.

or i'll rob your fucking house.

.....and I would legally beat you to death and get away with it.

Shall we say about 7pm tonight?

Bring your plastic chopper but don't worry about the fake blood. There'll be plenty of the real stuff once I've finished with you. XX

Your all talk, i'd beat you like an animal and hang you up for 24 hours by your legs, then use my carving knife so they'll be no fake blood, I might camp outside your house in my caravan, I bet you don't dare come out and tell me to keep the noise down, and why put kisses at the end of your post you bird.

Your all talk you cunt.

This is Downton Abbey at its best. Sophistication of the highest order.

Right, home from work now. (Google it, Scottie.)

I'm pleased to report that I got my timing spot on as I swung onto the drive and took out 2 elves, a 3ft tall Freddy Kreugar, a frankly pathetic looking vampire and the bloke delivering the Salford Advertiser. (Collateral damage - it happens in war, whaddya gonna do?)

Door's now locked and if Mrs B doesn't remember the password, she ain't getting in.

I'm going into the back garden now to fire rockets at any small children I see approaching the house.

I'm locked in for the night with 15 bottles of Samuel Adams Boston lager to keep me going. About 20 under 10's with assorted parents in tow are massing at the end of the close,dressed up to the eyeballs and with sweet collecting buckets at the ready. Well they can piss off. I did join in last year. I bought £10 worth of laxative mints and donated the lot. Happy days.

boltonbonce wrote:I did join in last year. I bought £10 worth of laxative mints and donated the lot. Happy days.

 

Breadman wrote:Right, home from work now. (Google it, Scottie.)

You don't know what work is you spineless arse wipe, i bet you've never done a days graft in your whole miserable life.

I don't have to "graft", Scottie, my line of work is a bit more cerebral than the stuff you do, mate.

I'm not belittling your career choice - the world will always need mail bags and number plates, I'm just saying that if you'd tried a bit harder during the two years you actually attended school, who knows.....? 

You might have achieved your dream and had your own wheelie-bin cleaning round by now.

Don't give up, mate......chase that dream.

OK enough now you two, it's gone far enough!

What are you going on about, please climb out of your own backside you smug twat .

He started it.

I obviously wasn't really going to shove his axe up his pumper, was I?

Then he got personal about Mrs B.

So I verbally demolished him.

Easy.

You are a joke, you can't demolish your wife so Scotty has to do it for her , Easy.

scottjames30 wrote:What are you going on about, please climb out of your own backside you smug twat .

Scott I am not lowering myself to your standards thank you very much  

The pair of you sound like you have been married together for 40 years!  

Ok, fair enough, Scott.

You're far cleverer and harder than me.

Anybody reading our comments on this thread can see that.

You win. I am your bitch.

Breadman wrote:Ok, fair enough, Scott.

You're far cleverer and harder than me.

Anybody reading our comments on this thread can see that.

You win. I am your bitch.

Everybody is their own bitch Breadman  

karlypants wrote:

Breadman wrote:Ok, fair enough, Scott.

You're far cleverer and harder than me.

Anybody reading our comments on this thread can see that.

You win. I am your bitch.

Everybody is their own bitch Breadman  

Bit deep, that........

I'm going to have to go and lie down while I process it.