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DaManBugs

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And that's your "explanation" of allegedly being able to "walk into my world, no problem"? "I probably know folks who know you. It's not difficult". And that's it? I still don't understand how that would enable you to "walk into my world, no problem". You know nothing about "my world", apart from the complicated fiction built up by the ARRSE vermin. I'd appreciate a proper explanation, if you don't mind.

MsG
 
And that's your "explanation" of allegedly being able to "walk into my world, no problem"? "I probably know folks who know you. It's not difficult". And that's it? I still don't understand how that would enable you to "walk into my world, no problem". You know nothing about "my world", apart from the complicated fiction built up by the ARRSE vermin. I'd appreciate a proper explanation, if you don't mind.

MsG

Nah, most of that was built by you and your magnificent spouts of bullshit over the last few years.
 

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Nah, most of that was built by you and your magnificent spouts of bullshit over the last few years.
Check it out, fella! What I really stated and what I allegedly stated. There's a world of (exaggerated) difference. Two or more different dates for my parents' births? Not from me. I was born in "Dungannon"? Again, not from me. The ARRSE vermin make it up and ludicrously exaggerate as they go along, just to make themselves feel "better" about themselves. They obviously have a deep-seated wish to denigrate someone for that very reason. Now, why's that?

Anyway, your post goes no way to explaining how you could "step into my world, no problem". Was that just something you decided to post because you thought it would earn you some "plus-points" with the ARRSE vermin? A sort of obsequious, toadying, fawning, sycophantic "I'm on your side, fellas" declaration, or is there some substance to it?

MsG
 
And that's your "explanation" of allegedly being able to "walk into my world, no problem"? "I probably know folks who know you. It's not difficult". And that's it? I still don't understand how that would enable you to "walk into my world, no problem". You know nothing about "my world", apart from the complicated fiction built up by the ARRSE vermin. I'd appreciate a proper explanation, if you don't mind.

MsG
That was built up by yourself, most of it quoted from the various lies you tell on the internet.
 
Check it out, fella! What I really stated and what I allegedly stated. There's a world of (exaggerated) difference. Two or more different dates for my parents' births? Not from me. I was born in "Dungannon"? Again, not from me. The ARRSE vermin make it up and ludicrously exaggerate as they go along, just to make themselves feel "better" about themselves. They obviously have a deep-seated wish to denigrate someone for that very reason. Now, why's that?

Anyway, your post goes no way to explaining how you could "step into my world, no problem". Was that just something you decided to post because you thought it would earn you some "plus-points" with the ARRSE vermin? A sort of obsequious, toadying, fawning, sycophantic "I'm on your side, fellas" declaration, or is there some substance to it?

MsG
You did give 3 different age/dates for mother dying. You also said you joined the army in 2 different months. Not forgetting of course the classic family being killed twice by the British army.

You really are a pathetic, sad, smelly excuse for a man. Your house is a shit tip as well.
 
In your previous post, you boasted that you could "step into my life, no problem". Yet you post a loada bollix that has nothing to do with "my life".

Get this: the vast part of my "formative years" were spent in the 1950s, Catholic Republic of Ireland. We were bitterly poor and lived in a so-called "parish house" with no leccy supply (which arrived four years after I'd left home), just oil lamps and we cooked on a peat Stanley stove, the fuel for which we had to fetch on a handcart from three miles away. The only water supply was outside in the two wash-kitchens bookending the outside bogs we had to use.

The first time I actually had new footwear was when I joined the British Army in 1966, before that, we only wore (second-hand and ill-fitting) shoes for the Sunday morning Mass, otherwise, we went barefoot. I was educated by the Irish Brotherhood, who, I'm firmly convinced, got their initial teacher training at the SS HQ in Munich. I've been a Socialist all my conscious life, following on from my Da and Granda, and yet you maintain that you could "step into my life, no problem". Explain to me how you'd actually do that, given my "back-story". I'd really like to know.

MsG
A socialist drug dealer who exploits the most vulnerable people in society for your own greed. Don't forget that part, comrade.
 
Check it out, fella! What I really stated and what I allegedly stated. There's a world of (exaggerated) difference. Two or more different dates for my parents' births? Not from me. I was born in "Dungannon"? Again, not from me. The ARRSE vermin make it up and ludicrously exaggerate as they go along, just to make themselves feel "better" about themselves. They obviously have a deep-seated wish to denigrate someone for that very reason. Now, why's that?

Anyway, your post goes no way to explaining how you could "step into my world, no problem". Was that just something you decided to post because you thought it would earn you some "plus-points" with the ARRSE vermin? A sort of obsequious, toadying, fawning, sycophantic "I'm on your side, fellas" declaration, or is there some substance to it?

MsG
See, what you are doing there is picking at those threads of the fabric that might be a bit untrue rather than addressing all the other bits that you, yes you have claimed.

I used to play chess when I was a kid and that moved into other strategy games. You have 3 set patterns and you are too stupid to know this.
You keep repeating the same things that you have done for years. All that stuff that is documented in the beautiful take down of your character in your Arrse wiki page which is now 9 years old.

Your trolling is tedious and formulaic.
 
I see @DaManBugs managed to survive the ban hammer last night.
Bugsy, if you could just stay off the Vietnam thread that would be nice. JJH has made a welcome return and we might actually learn something. The last thing he needs to read is your drug fuelled rantings.
Thanks awfully.
 
I see @DaManBugs managed to survive the ban hammer last night.
Bugsy, if you could just stay off the Vietnam thread that would be nice. JJH has made a welcome return and we might actually learn something. The last thing he needs to read is your drug fuelled rantings.
Thanks awfully.
Looks like he had a restless night as he's on here early today and winding himself up into a frenzy.
Care to open a book on what time he gets his just rewards?
 

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We're only on page 92. Long way to go yet, so get yer fingers out, muppets!:mrgreen::mrgreen::mrgreen:

MsG
 
In your previous post, you boasted that you could "step into my life, no problem". Yet you post a loada bollix that has nothing to do with "my life".

Get this: the vast part of my "formative years" were spent in the 1950s, Catholic Republic of Ireland. We were bitterly poor and lived in a so-called "parish house" with no leccy supply (which arrived four years after I'd left home), just oil lamps and we cooked on a peat Stanley stove, the fuel for which we had to fetch on a handcart from three miles away. The only water supply was outside in the two wash-kitchens bookending the outside bogs we had to use.

The first time I actually had new footwear was when I joined the British Army in 1966, before that, we only wore (second-hand and ill-fitting) shoes for the Sunday morning Mass, otherwise, we went barefoot. I was educated by the Irish Brotherhood, who, I'm firmly convinced, got their initial teacher training at the SS HQ in Munich. I've been a Socialist all my conscious life, following on from my Da and Granda, and yet you maintain that you could "step into my life, no problem". Explain to me how you'd actually do that, given my "back-story". I'd really like to know.

MsG
Drugsy, I grew up in inner city Liverpool, near where the new Mersey Tunnel surfaces. Our house had no hot water and the toilet was at the bottom of the yard. We took turns in a tin bath on a Sunday morning before walking to 11 o'clock mass. Hot water came from the "copper" with water heated on a gas ring in the kitchen.

The only grass I saw for the first 7 years of my life was the local bowling green and woe betide if you trod on that, or the occasional bus ride to Stanley Park. When it rained heavily the gazunder would be used to catch the water that leaked through the roof in the bedroom that myself & my brother shared with our parents.

I've worn shoes with holes in them and bits of cardboard shoved inside and been warned that wrecking my new shoes would result in me going barefoot.

This was over 10 years AFTER you were born and in a major city in England.

Don't pull the Oi'm only a poor Paddy shite with me you stupid potato.

Nicola will now play you a sad tune.

PS: Now I live in a nice house in rural Cheshire and have 2 cars, I can cheerfully gloat over you in your p!ss stinking HMO in a red light area of Nottingham.

Crack on Mr Potato Head, but you will deserve smiting for crayoning on serious threads.
 

DaManBugs

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Drugsy, I grew up in inner city Liverpool, near where the new Mersey Tunnel surfaces. Our house had no hot water and the toilet was at the bottom of the yard. We took turns in a tin bath on a Sunday morning before walking to 11 o'clock mass. Hot water came from the "copper" with water heated on a gas ring in the kitchen.

The only grass I saw for the first 7 years of my life was the local bowling green and woe betide if you trod on that, or the occasional bus ride to Stanley Park. When it rained heavily the gazunder would be used to catch the water that leaked through the roof in the bedroom that myself & my brother shared with our parents.

I've worn shoes with holes in them and bits of cardboard shoved inside and been warned that wrecking my new shoes would result in me going barefoot.

This was over 10 years AFTER you were born and in a major city in England.

Don't pull the Oi'm only a poor Paddy shite with me you stupid potato.

Nicola will now play you a sad tune.

PS: Now I live in a nice house in rural Cheshire and have 2 cars, I can cheerfully gloat over you in your p!ss stinking HMO in a red light area of Nottingham.

Crack on Mr Potato Head, but you will deserve smiting for crayoning on serious threads.
So what happened to the original story you told about working down the mine, Dorky_Boy?:smile::smile::smile:

MsG
 
So what happened to the original story you told about working down the mine, Dorky_Boy?:smile::smile::smile:

MsG

Was your father a child molester and a socialist?
 

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