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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2015 15:27:19 GMT
Well said Chas, very well said indeed Sir!
The disgraceful work-shy antics from that lard-oaf last night almost made me choke with rage on my Doritos.
The missus had to perform the Hitler Maneuver on me. We almost had a tragedy on our hands, all thanks to that scrounging layabout.
It appears that Fiz's work-dodging shenanigans are spreading through that house like a virus. Whatever next I ask you? Little Rooobeh refusing to do crayoning at school because she simply can't be arsed?! Cancer-ridden 'Urp lazing around in bed yawning when she's due at the hospital to waste more public funds??!!
I'd burn the lot of 'em if I had way, engulf the whole house, cockroaches and all. The state of that place it should go up like an inferno in seconds, fuelled wildly by a kitchen that's dripping in cooking oil and the grease on Tirrone's hair.
Then Jason can rebuild the place on Sunday, and by Monday, we could have a decent, clean, hard-working family living in there. Preferably one whose twin daughters have massive tits.
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Post by Charley Says... on Dec 17, 2015 19:47:17 GMT
Lolzer Uncle Q...
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Post by wallis on Dec 17, 2015 21:26:25 GMT
I honestly thought they were going to transform the hovel into something resembling Christmas what with everyone in the factory chipping in but deary me it was even worse if that's possible and Urp and Roobeh didn't even blink and eye in surprise. In fact I saw Roobeh run away and so she should. Straight into the arms of a caring social worker if she's got her head screwed on the right way.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2015 15:25:48 GMT
Christ on a bike, the state of their ruddy hovel last night. Those horrible cheap Chrimbo decos made it look even more of a pig-sty, when I honestly didn't believe it possible.
"Yeah we had a whip-round at the factory to decorate it for you."
"Awww ... look 'Urp ... look at all the Cwistmas Decowations."
"We even managed to get Sally to cough up eventually."
"Awwwwww ... wook at it."
"Yeah we raised 67p, two drachmas, a thrupenny bit, a Cadbury's Minstrel, and a duffle coat button."
"Awwwwwwwwwwwww!"
"We were gonna get you a tin of Mr Sheen but we wanted to spend it on summat you'd actually use."
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Post by Charley Says... on Dec 18, 2015 16:46:02 GMT
LOL...!!! Excellent post Uncle Q...
Laughing my tits off...
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Post by Charley Says... on Dec 18, 2015 16:55:30 GMT
I think they must have bought the Christmas decorations from the same shop as that Unicorn... What a load of tat...
Never mind... Tonight Tirrone comes home and when he sees what they have done to the place, he loses it and fills in Pound Coin Teeth... I hope so anyways...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2015 19:34:16 GMT
Pure scum. That Thick Mechanic. Scum.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2015 22:40:25 GMT
Tirrone's disgraceful ingratitude didn't surprise me one jot, all that portly leach has done is take, take, ruddy well take ever since he rocked up on that street.
He put Jack and Vera into an early grave whilst sneakily trousering R-Turreh's and R-Tommeh's rightful inheritance. That lovely old couple should be living in Eastbourne now, enjoying their retirement in a nice bungalow with a sea view. Going down the bingo and the Legion, enjoying pleasant days out with the old folks club. No chance of that happening though once that fat swine appeared with his sob stories.
Took half of Kev's business too, then cheekily tried to sell it back it to him. The greedy twat.
Faked an accident in his loft and swindled his "best mate" out of three grand as well, lest we forget. An absolute scumbag he is, bereft of any moral conscience or sense of common decency.
If ever two people deserved each other it's him and that fat-frumpy-factory-fool who waddles about, hoodwinking folk into having whip-rounds and feeling sorry for her. The only reason Tirrone was upset was because they didn't turn up with a massive turkey and a few crates of grog too.
I doubt 'Urp even has cancer. Probably just another of their disgusting scams. I expect they'll shave Roooobeh's head next week and claim she's caught the cancer too now. Up the ante like, now the donations aren't coming in fast enough.
Fecking monsters the pair of 'em. Worse than Myra Huntley and Liam Brady.
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Post by Holey on Dec 18, 2015 23:42:02 GMT
Tirrone what an ungrateful t**t face! m1323 I want Margi Clarke back to kick the S**t out of him. hit-smileys
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2015 8:15:34 GMT
What is really irritating me is Bob Geldof's total and utter refusal to organise another Live Aid concert simultaneously on both sides of the Atlantic to raise money for Fizz and That Thick Mechanic. The pair of them will have to consider doing a day's work at this rate. Paul McCartney or Bono could at least visit the cobbles and drop off a nice turkey for them. They are all the same, these so called stars. Me, me, me, me, me.
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Post by Charley Says... on Dec 25, 2015 12:43:23 GMT
Just who is paying for all the electric they are using to power Fake Lapland...?
Dear Jim... Please, please, please fix it for me to watch Tirrone have his electricity cut off tonight during Corrie... All this spending on pointless Christmas decorations must mean he's not been paying the bills... And have the last scene with Tirrone sat in the dark crying at the table while Pound Coin Teeth packs her bags...
I'll give you a lend of my kids if you do...
Yours Sincerely...
Chas... Aged 46 & 3/4...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2016 14:31:30 GMT
Scum. Pure, unadulterated scum and what's more, I'm not standing for it.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2016 16:56:22 GMT
I really hope that Elf guy gives him a kicking.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2016 16:20:45 GMT
Can't describe the anger I felt the other night, when Tirrone was riding roughshod over that poor vending machine. Then the cheeky lip he gave to that poor porter who was only doing his job, well, it was all the missus could do to stop me getting into the car. I haven't been that enraged since that time the Yanks pretended to land on the moon.
Mind you I was fairly drunk, which is rare for me.
Whilst pissed I also noticed that Fiz is now a ginger albino. I've never seen one of those before, they usually have milky-coloured hair. Fair do's, she is as white as a ghost. Instead of wasting money on unicorns and inflatable Santas, Tirrone needs to buy that gut-lord a fecking sun lamp. Maybe they can have a whip-round at the factory for one?
I also noticed the doctor appeared somewhat confused as to how best treat little 'Urp's illness. They'd never had a case of oil rig cancer before in that hospital, so understandably appeared at a complete loss as to how to deal with it.
Thankfully Fiz has turned up every day wearing one of the shirts, so that's at least helped to determine its cause.
Meanwhile, like my good chum *Nath, I can only hope that elf goon breaks every bone in Tirrone's body. In fact, no, I hope he puts him on a mortuary slab.
[* gutted you've gone mate]
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Post by Charley Says... on Jan 13, 2016 20:24:57 GMT
Yeah I second that Uncle Q...
Nath... if you're reading this, come back pal...
Everyone... and I mean everyone... misses you...
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