One of the more fascinating things about this site is that as well as decent sorts it has an uncanny ability to attract ill-educated, windmilling, easily debunked fcuking mental cases as if it was the last bit of viable spunk in a fertility clinic for menopausal women with learning difficulties.
That’s certainly true of @Robme, or whatever he’s called now. When he’s not pulling his crusty bum cheeks apart to make yet another online “contribution” I imagine he spends his time mashed out of his skull on dodgy wraps of Triple Hamster and pound shop booze glug. As he crawls wobblingly about in the shaved pubes, puke and filth of his carboard box at the side of the road, all the time grinning as insanely as a political donor with a new knighthood, he keeps hearing insistent voices telling him women really do like a man with a small collection of dead wasps in a matchbox. That, and a clutch of childishly faked certificates.
You can get a flavour of his accomplished bellendery on his very own thread here.
I believe so, but I have no interest in this competition, having received this informative missive from the site admin team regarding the tearyness of one of the site's members: "... Please leave B_B alone otherwise more drastic action will be taken."Has he had his name thrown in for the SPOTY yet per chance?
It’s this superb time of the year again!
The crying (baby)!
The jeers from the baying crowd!
The toilet duck spills!
So many candidates!
So much choice!
The spectacle where so many will climb over each other in their race to the bottom!
Virtual poo flung around!
Bile and virtual spittle!
Mothers basements around the country are awakened to the tapping of spunk covered keyboards in the early hours!
My virtual pulse is virtually racing!
As J said, It’s all a bit of fun!
My nomination is B Squared.
1st reason is this crying, dripping thread :