flipflop wrote:Did you have to put her over your knee Kurt? She won't be riding that motorbike like Queen Boudicca for a while then, eh.
You do realise now you've freed it up there's a posh house in Birmingham, or maybe Spain, where the lights have been burning on all night, and the sound of twisted, gnarled old fingers furiously tapping a keyboard rings out in a tastefully decorated yet mournfully empty space; where the reek of expensive wine and stale cigarettes can be scented from the street below, by passing illegal immigrants on their way to the local mosque for early morning bomb making lessons? You do realise that?
Cheers and let the games begin
Anyone who thinks I do not prepare for a fight before I step into the ring, and actually open up the ring is a moron.
What is odd is that she was always terrified of Peanut. Thought Peanut could "hack" or do other things and he couldn't. He never could. If one was scared of him I cannot for the life of me figure out why one would not want to get the fuck out of my way instead of poking, prodding and threatening.
Internet-wise and armchair wise it seems the equivalent of being scared of mice while throwing stones at a Rhino's nutsack.