I wuddint need a bloody map till find your hole, boy if you were here fernenst me, for by Christ I'd on'y have till listen till where in the name o' all that's good ye were talkin' out iv!

Tellin' me and my brawr Sam, here (hostilities between us suspended till we see aff yer man that can't even spell Derry right. Jaysis, I have till add another 6 letters till the bugger and I never spelt it wrong yet!) that we're in the wrong thread!

Houl yer whist, ye big gulpin, and pin yer ears back for Isaac McKittery tells no man a 'hing twice! This thread has been a thread used by the loyal brethren of Lodge 666 since the internet was forst invented. We are merely exercising our God-given rights till march along the Queen's own information superhighway. What're you goin' till do? Call in the Parades Commission?