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Originally Posted by Neo
Am I really being called a daft bastard by the fat, middle-aged oaf who eternally embarrassed himself and his entire ancestral line by selling a story to a tasteless tabloid about getting spat on, complete with staged photographs in a creased Debenhams shirt, with a face and physique that screamed “I gave up on life years ago”?
Fella, you look like an advert warning against the dangers of poor mental health. You look like the ‘before pic’ of a drastic 5 year weight loss journey. You look like the prologue trailer of a shocking revenge body episode. You look like a bloke who’s had the wife and kids leave him due to crippling gambling, alcohol and spice addiction.
If I saw you, I’d spit on you, too. You’re a disgrace.
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A ha ha ha!! Yeah you'd spit, because, apart from whinging like £#%&! until I broke, what else could you do?
Neil, have you ever posted a picture of yourself or are you one of them that only comments on other people without showing themselves? I'm just wondering because I can imagine what we'd see:
A black screen with monitor light briefly showing glimpses of someone alone, who's literally bored everyone he once knew to death, who's moaned about everything since he could dribble (which probably hasn't stopped), where relationship and kidnap are the same thing. Neil, the room clearer, the grey cloud who sucks life out of anything. United have won 6-0 - Neil's on a downer. Neil wins the lottery, moans about having too much cash. You're literally 'Night Mode' in human form.
And as for my life, I've been married for 17 years, together for 23 and I'm content as can be - how have you got on, pal?
I'll give you the shirt though - horrendous mistake.