Your first priority

is to f?cking anihilate this lad for taking the piss out of you. You're lying in bed, listening to the poignant lyrics of Lionel Richie and crying your eyes out like a soft c**t, while this lad is locking his panic up the love of your life's saltbox. Next time you see him you should steal in from the side and devastate the side of his face with a steering lock, leaving him for dead in the middle of the street. They're laughing at you. She's jamming his 6 inch girth into her esophagus and sliding her index finger up her copper smelling snitch, while you're looking at old photo's and moaning to strangers on the Internet. Do you realise that he goes up to her room, flops his entertainment onto the front of his undies and then beats off right next to her face as she ridicules you about your appearance? He's got a hassle pipe the size of a can of Arrid and he kettles her all over her box room before he **** coughs his Tippex all over her grill. They're ####ing roaring with laughter at you. Kill the both of them.

Once she's been packed to the rafters with cock she comes back to you for some conversation and comfort. But guess what? Sexual thirst is quenched but temporarily, and once her clit gets itchy she'll be back to your neighbour, reversing onto his trumpet. You need to break this cycle if you want to keep the last drop of dignity that you possess. Next time you see her, just pin her to your council house work top and erupt your #### crumbs all over her timepiece, and then sling her out without her Ugg boots. Tell her if she ever takes the piss out of you again that you'll go through her ma's front door with a ballie on.

Posted By: MIKEWALKER, Jun 7, 20:44:48