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Post by Mo Mouse on Jul 12, 2016 18:26:59 GMT
A very clever man indeed. He's got better things to do than spend 1700 hours at a bleedin' dinner party.
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Post by butterball on Jul 13, 2016 7:39:11 GMT
Sammy was really relishing his new role, filming sex acts with Charity in the back room of the Woolie, making that "face" shudder.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2016 11:18:08 GMT
That peeping Tom needs castrating with some chicken wire, the filthy pervert.
Keyhole lurking is one thing, we've all done that whilst naked, but fondling your beef thermometer whilst you film your cousin's moley jugs is completely inexcusable.
Sadly this latest shameful episode is nothing new, he's always been a rapey sex-case.
Like when he stalked that Albanian wench who didn't "vont" to hurt him, before ratting her up to the fuzz.
Or that time he married that Alice bloke and inherited a Norfolk chicken farm which he conveniently then 'forgot' about.
Yeah forgot my eye!
I bet he shagged those poor chickens senseless, the deranged pig.
He won't go back in case they talk.
Let's not forget he's also purposely goaded decent, law-abiding women into belting him, booting him, and shooting him in the arse.
Why only the other day he was caught ogling lovely Chrissie in the buff, whilst she went about her private business in her own home.
Some man Bluto is, not breaking every bone in his body for that alone.
Too busy sniffing around Bernice to care.
I think it's time Mo, Charley, and myself went up there to teach R-Sammy a lesson.
This is more important than looking for Faye.
You in fellas?
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Post by wallis on Jul 13, 2016 12:22:07 GMT
That peeping Tom needs castrating with some chicken wire, the filthy pervert. Keyhole lurking is one thing, we've all done that whilst naked, but fondling your beef thermometer whilst you film your cousin's moley jugs is completely inexcusable. Sadly this latest shameful episode is nothing new, he's always been a rapey sex-case. Like when he stalked that Albanian wench who didn't "vont" to hurt him, before ratting her up to the fuzz. Or that time he married that Alice bloke and inherited a Norfolk chicken farm which he conveniently then 'forgot' about. Yeah forgot my eye! I bet he shagged those poor chickens senseless, the deranged pig. He won't go back in case they talk. Let's not forget he's also purposely goaded decent, law-abiding women into belting him, booting him, and shooting him in the arse. Why only the other day he was caught ogling lovely Chrissie in the buff, whilst she went about her private business in her own home. Some man Bluto is, not breaking every bone in his body for that alone. Too busy sniffing around Bernice to care. I think it's time Mo, Charley, and myself went up there to teach R-Sammy a lesson. This is more important than looking for Faye. You in fellas? Your right Unk and this time I might be persuaded to join you and do the refreshments. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2016 14:27:43 GMT
I am at a loss to wonder exactly how the PTB think that any woman would find anything remotely attractive in Sammy the Pervo. I mean he is weird looking with the dress sense of Worzel Gummidge, he's not witty, clever nor intelligent but he's a crook and a grass in equal measure. So what is it that sends Yorkshire gals into a frenzy of lust with him eh? Do Yorkshire lasses crave a bloke that looks like the local child molester (oops that role is already taken with Doc Oct), one who has all the charisma of the contents of a septic tank or one who wears clothes that stink of old ferrets? I happen to think that IF they showed R Sammeh as the warped pervert that he is then all hell would break loose with both the Agendas Committee (with him being a special needs case) and then they'll also offend every single campaigner for special needs people because it would show them in such a horrible light. R Sammeh has to be shown to be like everyone else and have no trouble finding Lurrrvvve in 't Dales oh and as a Dungle anyway he is of course utterly irresitable to the opposite sex. Yeah righty-ho he is  |
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Post by Lotty27 on Jul 13, 2016 15:39:51 GMT
In Real Life no woman would ever go anywhere near R Sammy so showing him continually getting all the birds really is ludicrous,indeed the only bird who'd actually get near him would be a crow seeing as they like the stink of rotting flesh being carniverous. Rather like R Sam then I suppose................. I don't actually think he's a nice person either so it cannot be that which attracts all these dopey wimmin to him like flies around a cowpat. UGH Me neither. Oh he comes across that way with his shuffling about, confused demeanour and doffing his cap manner but scratch beneath that surface and there's actually quite a spiteful, petty and stroppy man. Zak and Lisa have had their share of his strops when they've been trying to help him and I've never forgotten how he grassed Olena just because she didn't fancy him but wanted his cousin instead, that was very low of him and it took me a long time to tolerate him again after that. (though the stroppiness might just be a Dingle trait - look how Belle's been lately?!) This might sound awful but you know he's special needs because he unbelievably thinks he's some kind of stud and women want him  Didn't he think even Chrissie was after him when she accidentally flashed him? And Megan because she's kind to him?!! I thought he was punching above his weight with Rachel and I could never fathom out what she saw in him, though even she ended up whacking him about in frustration! His perfect match was the wife they had dying of cancer (Samson's mum, forgotten her name), she was nice but didn't seem too bright either and was chicken obsessed. That was about Sam's best storyline too, very emotional. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2016 16:02:33 GMT
Your right Unk and this time I might be persuaded to join you and do the refreshments. You won't be doing any refreshments, you'll be in charge of the lynch mob Wallis. Everybody knows Scotland is full of hard nuts. I've been there. When I went through customs up there I set an alarm and loads of flashing lights off. I was the only person in Scotland who didn't have a chib or a Stanley knife in my back pocket apparently. That was why they refused me entry. Anyway, I expect after you and the lads have sorted Sammy out, you know and made damn sure he'll never perv on his family or rape any chickens ever again, then we'll go and find a nice country pub for a spot of lunch and few shandies mate. Then while us three tuck into our steak & chips, Charley can go and rob some hooter's gaff like he did last time. |
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Post by Mo Mouse on Jul 13, 2016 16:12:52 GMT
That peeping Tom needs castrating with some chicken wire, the filthy pervert. Keyhole lurking is one thing, we've all done that whilst naked, but fondling your beef thermometer whilst you film your cousin's moley jugs is completely inexcusable. Sadly this latest shameful episode is nothing new, he's always been a rapey sex-case. Like when he stalked that Albanian wench who didn't "vont" to hurt him, before ratting her up to the fuzz. Or that time he married that Alice bloke and inherited a Norfolk chicken farm which he conveniently then 'forgot' about. Yeah forgot my eye! I bet he shagged those poor chickens senseless, the deranged pig. He won't go back in case they talk. Let's not forget he's also purposely goaded decent, law-abiding women into belting him, booting him, and shooting him in the arse. Why only the other day he was caught ogling lovely Chrissie in the buff, whilst she went about her private business in her own home. Some man Bluto is, not breaking every bone in his body for that alone. Too busy sniffing around Bernice to care. I think it's time Mo, Charley, and myself went up there to teach R-Sammy a lesson. This is more important than looking for Faye. You in fellas? I'm in, UQ. Only thing is, the White Lion has a quiz night on Tuesdays so I can't make it then and I have to go to the chemist to get Geraldine's ointment on Fridays. As long as it's one of the other nights, I'm fine. I've got a golf ball on a chain with nails sticking out of it so I'll bring that. That filthy keyhole merchant will be changing his ways soon enough. I might have a Howitzer somewhere in the attic as well. |
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Post by wallis on Jul 13, 2016 17:51:15 GMT
Your right Unk and this time I might be persuaded to join you and do the refreshments. You won't be doing any refreshments, you'll be in charge of the lynch mob Wallis. Everybody knows Scotland is full of hard nuts. I've been there. When I went through customs up there I set an alarm and loads of flashing lights off. I was the only person in Scotland who didn't have a chib or a Stanley knife in my back pocket apparently. That was why they refused me entry. Anyway, I expect after you and the lads have sorted Sammy out, you know and made damn sure he'll never perv on his family or rape any chickens ever again, then we'll go and find a nice country pub for a spot of lunch and few shandies mate. Then while us three tuck into our steak & chips, Charley can go and rob some hooter's gaff like he did last time. I'm polishing my brass knuckles as I type Unk and I believe Mo might have spare pair of steel cap boots he could lend me.  |
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Post by CAEF on Jul 13, 2016 17:54:56 GMT
The Dingles must have Norfolk ancestors, they are all inbred.
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Post by Charley Says... on Jul 13, 2016 19:10:01 GMT
That peeping Tom needs castrating with some chicken wire, the filthy pervert. Keyhole lurking is one thing, we've all done that whilst naked, but fondling your beef thermometer whilst you film your cousin's moley jugs is completely inexcusable. Sadly this latest shameful episode is nothing new, he's always been a rapey sex-case. Like when he stalked that Albanian wench who didn't "vont" to hurt him, before ratting her up to the fuzz. Or that time he married that Alice bloke and inherited a Norfolk chicken farm which he conveniently then 'forgot' about. Yeah forgot my eye! I bet he shagged those poor chickens senseless, the deranged pig. He won't go back in case they talk. Let's not forget he's also purposely goaded decent, law-abiding women into belting him, booting him, and shooting him in the arse. Why only the other day he was caught ogling lovely Chrissie in the buff, whilst she went about her private business in her own home. Some man Bluto is, not breaking every bone in his body for that alone. Too busy sniffing around Bernice to care. I think it's time Mo, Charley, and myself went up there to teach R-Sammy a lesson. This is more important than looking for Faye. You in fellas? I'm in... I brought a nice whacking stick back with me from Prague... You know the ones that the CID had in The Bill... Telescopic and you flick it to extend it... Yeah, one of them...
But the missus refuses point blank to let me use it on her... I tried to explain that I was only going to practise on her and that if it hurt it was only because she's a girl... But she won't have it...
So yeah... It'll give me great pleasure to Christen it on that sex pest... When are we going...? Can we go to the Woolly afterwards...? Tracey might be in there and I've got a different kind of stick for her...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2016 19:41:56 GMT
Excellent.
So Mo is bringing his golf ball on a chain with nails sticking out of it.
Charley is bringing his brand new telescopic whacking bat.
Wallis will bring her chib and brass knuckle duster.
And I'm gonna bring my Mohammed Ali boxing gloves, the ones the dragon makes me wear to bed so I don't spend all night playing with my jimmy.
Great stuff.
I'll put a horseshoe inside each boxing glove too.
We should be able to do him some remarkable damage with all that.
He'll rue the day he was lecherously drooling after family members after a caning like that, I know.
Plus he'll struggle to look through keyholes from hereon without any eyes in his head.
The Woolly is a good shout too Chas.
I quite like the idea of going in there afterwards, so I can loudly boast what we've just done to Sammy within earshot of all his oddball rellies.
Then while you guys deal with the ensuing fallout, I can slip out the back and do Marvin with my cricket bat.
(Makes mental note to self: bring your cricket bat too lad)
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Post by wallis on Jul 13, 2016 19:50:58 GMT
Excellent. So Mo is bringing his golf ball on a chain with nails sticking out of it. Charley is bringing his brand new telescopic whacking bat. Wallis will bring her chib and brass knuckle duster. And I'm gonna bring my Mohammed Ali boxing gloves, the ones the dragon makes me wear to bed so I don't spend all night playing with my jimmy. Great stuff. I'll put a horseshoe inside each boxing glove too. We should be able to do him some remarkable damage with all that. He'll rue the day he was lecherously drooling after family members after a caning like that, I know. Plus he'll struggle to look through keyholes from hereon without any eyes in his head. The Woolly is a good shout too Chas. I quite like the idea of going in there afterwards, so I can loudly boast what we've just done to Sammy within earshot of all his oddball rellies. Then while you guys deal with the ensuing fallout, I can slip out the back and do Marvin with my cricket bat. (Makes mental note to self: bring your cricket bat too lad) What hoot!!!! lol-045 |
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Post by Mo Mouse on Jul 13, 2016 20:16:50 GMT
Ok, we're all sorted. Once I've given that pervert a proper fettling, I'll need to push off. I'm er .... meeting Laurel for a drink later. She said she's going to dress like a boring librarian for me. Don't go ruining this for me guys. Thanks.
By the way, UQ, Lisa was asking after you. She's single again now you know. She said she'd dress like a scarecrow for you.
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Post by Charley Says... on Jul 13, 2016 20:19:13 GMT
Bloody hell...
We are all on an Emmerdale date...
Except Walz...
I'm sure we can persuade Sandy to join us...
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Didn't he think even Chrissie was after him when she accidentally flashed him? And Megan because she's kind to him?!! I thought he was punching above his weight with Rachel and I could never fathom out what she saw in him, though even she ended up whacking him about in frustration! His perfect match was the wife they had dying of cancer (Samson's mum, forgotten her name), she was nice but didn't seem too bright either and was chicken obsessed. That was about Sam's best storyline too, very emotional.
