Natasha Whittam wrote:So a few weeks ago Bonce says he's made his last post due to shabby treatment meted out by the bellend mods. In an act of solidarity I decided to stop posting.
But I didn't leave it at that. I glued myself to Slough Town Hall, grassed up the occupants of the queue behind the BB bins to their wives, and took a dump on BTID's seat at the Macron before every home game - all as a protest against their heavy handed treatment of Bonce.
But after logging on by accident (I meat to type Chorley Nuts) what did I find? All is forgotten and Bonce is braiding the Mods' hair and singing Kumbaya round the BB bins.
The man is a massive fuckwit, his word means nothing.
Please ignore him from now on.
You come back in here, twirling your tassels, and have the nerve to accuse ME of being a fuckwit. You know very well you promised to help me get my hair salon up and running.
And after one day, I find you've opened your own place up the road, with sun beds to boot.
Not only that, you'd persuaded Alphonso, my main stylist, to join you.
How you must have laughed over the curlers, as you made your plans. Is it any wonder I returned to Nuts, for comfort?
Alphonso blanked me at the penile dysfunction clinic yesterday. I hope you're happy.
However, You can't help who you are, and, in light of that, I forgive you.
Welcome home, you back stabbing old cow.