I hate you all

Em, you have better legs than me. I hate you for that. Cuntard.

Another newb here. No really. What problem do you guys exactly have with gears? I sit up here in the North, or as I like to call it 'The Real World', and wonder why you London Boys sacrifice yours knees for the sake of a trendy set of wheels. Or did you just get confused when we got past three speeds?

Hope this is the right thread. Or should I say I hope it isnt?

Cakes is cakes, alright, and buns is buns. Got that?

and eccles cakes are just shit

Cuntard.

I hate this word, reminds me of custard but not in a good way.

and eccles cakes are just shit

Now that's just hurtful. I told you I was from The North right? I'll be crying in my black pudding tonight.

Another newb here. No really. What problem do you guys exactly have with gears? I sit up here in the North, or as I like to call it 'The Real World', and wonder why you London Boys sacrifice yours knees for the sake of a trendy set of wheels. Or did you just get confused when we got past three speeds?

Hope this is the right thread. Or should I say I hope it isnt?

its a fashion you fuckwit. fashion cares not for health.

Now that's just hurtful. I told you I was from The North right? I'll be crying in my black pudding tonight.

racist

Em, you have better legs than me. I hate you for that. Cuntard.
What the fucks with a compliment thrown in with the hate? Daft bint.

I hate this word, reminds me of custard but not in a good way.

Tough, cos you're a giant bowl of cuntard.

What the fucks with a compliment thrown in with the hate? Daft bint.

Ha, just living up to my deaf & dumb title!

You hate me? You cut me deep man. And I was going to give you my stripy scarf for Christmas.

and eccles cakes are just shit

I used to clean a bakers car who paid me with a quid, an eccles cake and a pat on the arse. I cannot eat one without feeling dirty.

You hate me? You cut me deep man. And I was going to give you my stripy scarf for Christmas.
I don't hate you, I loathe you.

Oh and this for CJ, ;) as long as I've known you, everytime you find something you like, you * obsesses* over it!

:P

Ahh well, that's fine then. I'm happy with that.

Ahh well, that's fine then. I'm happy with that.
No you're not happy about it. You can't prove that. I challange you to a fist fight.

Chorley cakes, now those no-one could hate, so much better than an eccles.

Weight training + extra protein + second double espresso + 3 consecutive life-threatening situations during commute + adrenalin + ranting email about longstanding fucktard at work = WIN :)

No you're not happy about it. You can't prove that. I challange you to a fist fight.

I am happy - look I'm smiling :-)

any cakes that need butter on top are poo

any cakes that need butter on top are poo

Anyone who needs butter to down a Chorley Cake might as well have Southern Fucking Softy tattooed to their foreheads. Me and the boys used to do 10 a night in our younger days. Straight.

I am happy - look I'm smiling :-)
DIE MOTHERFUCKER. You're a dick.

I'm going home now you bunch of London Bankers. And that's not a typo, and not fucking cockney rhyming illiteracy either.

DIE MOTHERFUCKER. You're a dick.

Hahahaha! Oh Object, you're just too easy....

Anyone who needs butter to down a Chorley Cake might as well have Southern Fucking Softy tattooed to their foreheads. Me and the boys used to do 10 a night in our younger days. Straight.

i have never eaten one, but where i come from anyone who eats cakes would have "northern panty-sniffer" tattooed on their little willies (in small letters)

Abuse is cathartic no!?

Yeah BRM chorleys better be with tea and nothing else. Not exactly a cake the really are like a dried fruit-filled biscuity thing. They represent the finest traditions of our food, along with pork pies, stew & dumplings, scotch broth and ham & broad beans. In no way to be confused with some kind of scone. Watch you say you picked the wrong guy [/teenslain :] ]