I can't begin to tell you how happpy I am that a certain flea/wannabe has left the 'building!'
I hate this team as much as I love it; We beg for a youthful supporter base, then they take over the club. All available avenues are swallowed up, then suporter websites become batstardized with scurrilous postings based on little more than the dubious knowledge that they have of our own difficulties.
Not long ago there was an allegation of wistful buggery, it came from a sometime dodgy, if not sporadic source. Yet when we thought it had all died down, the object of anal desire's mate, in modus jealousy, spread such awful and benign gossip that it became "true."
My Club is now divided, and the perpetrator of the final straw sits comfortably between a rock and a victim (he helped create.)
Having viewed the monkey responsible for a couple of weeks, I cannot help but think that the guardian that takes him to the games does so in glorious ignominy, because he has no idea what his charge has created: An entire buggery -of- the -child scam.
If people want to bugger kids, or indeed be buggered, I wish that forums such as this were not used as an a form of communication between said parties.
I do, of course, refer to certain posts by a 'Marshmonkey' and the folowiong homo-erotic data that confirms his snide and dubious personality.
That his current "website" is little more than a grooming "chanel" for his sick whims, is more evidence than I need to say to the moderator, "Marshmellows [as we used to know them] have been poisoned."
Next week I'll tell his guardian/dad(?) exaclyl what a sick little turd it is he takes to the games, and remind him that before all of this, a certain 'Monkey' asked to be left alone in his bedroom with his emails.
Young(er) boys' bottoms are not to be sneered or glared at, people, even if you are yourself, in your early/mid teens. .
Surely, someone's one-off dad/guardian must wonder why he got an invite today, and yet is still not allowed in his son's bedroom?
I speak on behalf of all Tory voters when I say to the Wings:
You do speak of a lot of wind don't you kinky. What on earth are you talking about? Do you have any evidence of what you claim? Or do you like picking on little boys cos it makes you feel big?
Indeed could this be closer to the point? Could you actually like picking UP little boys but hate the self-loathing which comes after you have done such an atrocious thing and then only find a release in this self hate by slagging off minors. Which takes you full circle and thus needing a little boy again.
I suggest you get a grip of yourself (and not another) and either back up what you say, stop saying it or stop getting drunk and loathing yourself (and little boys)
