Ha! And I was the one put on the naughty step! I come back on to this? Check the fucking states, you sad fuck.
I offered you the opportunity to speak to me in person after you piled laters of abuse on me, your opening statement insisting that I know myself to be a Michael Fabricant, then insisting no one gives a fuck but continuing to berate me for further nine messages, during none of which you were able to articulate your point. Don’t the kids call people like you keyboard warriors? Repeatedly abusing someone from the safety of your sofa. You’re the fucking nobody, Mick.
The way I was treated yesterday, you all just proved everything I said right. And the offer wasn’t past tense, Mick. It stands, unlike yourself.
Post a picture of your shed or bore off.
Time out again
