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howz it gaeinn, stanislav pal?
Yer awfae funny fur an englishman
Byraway, pal, yer team's gash. baith o' them.
Big keyboard hard man, jings we're feart o' you and yer witty repartee.
which english public school did ye gae tae when ye were comin' up the hard way, ya wee tory chancer.
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"bendywendyootrawindae said...
howz it gaeinn, stanislav pal?"
Fuck me, one of them can type. They'll be walking upright next. And washing. Probably be the next century, though, before they stop breeding with their sisters. That's how Wendy got to look the way she does; the Belle of Scotland, biggest council estate in England
stan
"God bless their misshapen ginger heads, their unpleasant appetites and their foetid. melancholy little lives filled with grievance and spite."
The Scot Deconstructed. So, we can presume there's no North British blood coursing your veins, then.
stanislav said...
Dear Mr Tuscan Tony
Stanislav is all Pole, from thousand fucking year. Since time of good King Wenceslas. Pole is next best thing to decent, yeoman, English bloke. But come in Scotland for plumbing opportunity and is full of thieving, lazy, bad-mannered, ginger barbarian. Romans never bother trying with Jock. Waste of Imperial time. Good for fuck all. No point trying to get Jock clean. Can't even keep clean now, even with free showers and soap from English taxpayer All smelly bastard. Jock dirtiest, sickest, laziest, drunkest, grossest, stupidest, most drug addicted, violent, bigoted, racist, misogynistic, most murderous, short-lived bastard in whole of fucking Europe. Honest. Not invent. Jock not bother with do no fucking work. Ever. Just come and steal from England. If English fridge is empty, Jock burglar shit in butter dish and replace. Since forever, dirty, Cro-magnon Jock-in-skirt sneak into decent English county, steal horse and cattle, take back-up in Glasgow pawnshop and spend money on tonic wine and haggis and chip, get drunk, vomit down shirt, fall down in gutter, lie in own piss for half-hour, crawl home, beat Mrs and jump in bed with niece. Or nephew.
Now whole of England dominated by Scotch bandit. Mr Andy Blowjob, Mr Toilets McNaughtie, Mr Kirsty Wark, Mr Des Brown, Mr Alistair, Darling, Mr Jock Neil and ludicrous, mincing, halitotic, mucus-munching, nutter-premier, Mr Nancy Brown, to mention just tiny handful of smelly, thieving, miscreant Jock arsehole.
No, Mr TT, stan not Jock. Decent bloke better-off dead than ginger-jock, eh ?