I had thought, purely for reasons aesthetic, mind you, to let your last posting hang in mid-air, so to speak, for as one eminent Mudcatter so elegantly put it in one of his songs (though I wouldn't presume to suggest that he had you in mind when he wrote it)..."A Monkey fart should smell like a banana."

We have a saying in my neck of the woods also. It goes something like..You can take the man out of Maryland, but you can't take Maryland out of the man.
Odd saying, but there you go!

The question, though, that I have to ask myself now is.. is whether I should detain you here any longer, for if you can't be trusted to go home at a civilised time, I wouldn't sleep at night at the thought of being responsible for you wasting your 'substance' in that curious practice of yours...the act of Cyber Masturbation.

Basically your above post goes as follows:

Phut...Phut..Phut...oh yes.yes.yes....Brendy...Fuck Him....yes..just there.....down a bi...oooohhh....yeah..hang on...hang on..yes...yess YES...Diaspora....Ohhhhhhh yeahhhhh.....Phut Phut Phut phut...here it goes yes yes YEs.....FUCK!!!..the bullying...I have to give him that...ah no..no....no... please don't go down NOW...No...Good...here it comes again....Yes...yes YES...YES...ENSLAAAAAAAAAAAVE...........Christ....that was a great word....Anybody got a cigarette?

Imagine the nightmares I would have, geez.

No, I'm afraid. I mean where would it all end?
Next thing we know you'll be wanting to talk about buckets of water and all sorts of shite like that.

Ohhhh No - as Mr. P would say.

Though I'm sure you could find some public toilet, where I have heard that the 3d version of your particular fetish is all the rage.

Your Old World is falling apart, my dear chap. All that will be left of your other curious affliction - Unionism by Proxy - will be your precious record of how it once was when we were in the driving seat. You are like the 'fluffer' in a porn movie film crew...useful for a while, but the first one to get the sack. Especially if you don't come up with any interesting ideas.

"I'm sick of watching them break up,
every time some bird-brain puts us down.
Makin' jokes on the radio...
Guess it helps them all drown out the sound
of the crumbling foundations.
Any fool can see the writing's on the wall.
But they just don't believe that it's happening."

Paul Brady © Rondor Music

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