BTTOS

Erm, Right To Buy came before Thatcher was in power.

HTH.

Hugh Jeers wrote:Erm, Right To Buy came before Thatcher was in power.

HTH.

She's the one that made it country-wide and the system as we know it, though

Maddie gave me warts wrote:

Lord Smugtwattington wrote:Choose fixed-council house rent in the hope you qualify for 'right to buy' even though you hate Thatcher

This is neck and neck

Fucking GOLD this shit

The poor old bugger is losing his mind. He can't even spell 'choose' anymore!?!

He sent me a message a few days back begging me to hand him his arse on a silver platter. I suspect it was part of his plan to get some weekend funds by taking it down to cash convertors? No doubt he would push the boat out and stretch to a paper plate in the unlikely event he could return the favour?

I notice he is quiet. So he is either slashing his wrists because Everton didn't win or he is drinking every fluid in his flat and is mid-way through his 'Brasso' and 'Toilet Duck' binge?

Actually...I was out last night, pissing about and caught my mate with a cracking left hander which knocked his contact lens out. As you do.

Glenda The Dog Shagger wrote:Actually...I was out last night, pissing about and caught my mate with a cracking left hander which knocked his contact lens out. As you do.

Sorry Frank Gallagher but we haven't got a clue what you are on about you poverty striken cunt...

Oh sorry, I mentioned 'going out'. This involves leaving the house, visiting drinking establishments and doing something called 'having fun' and 'socialising'.
I understand todays modern executives are far to busy sipping champagne and snorting coke through a £275 note and what not, but how come a turps nudging, Vim sniffing paraffin lamp like you doesn't do it? Honestly, it's great. You just put your keyboard down, turn off your VHS copy of Uncle Buck and head for the door. Big breath now, outside, sunshine, watch the needles, and WOW! you've done it! Don't forget to lock your mobile home up though, you know how the council sometimes move wheelie bins along.
Now, try and find a pub, have a few drinks and talk to real life people. Go on champ, you can do it! We're right behind you, you smelly little parasite! Go Wayne!

Sorry Billy?

Just remind me, who was it that said they 'wasn't allowed' to go out for a drink due to their wife?

It wasn't me. It wasn't Ben. Where was I tonight? Pulling a 46 break at snooker. Nothing massive but it's bigger than your social debt which the rest of us pay for your council flat so you can perforate your liver...

Christ, if I am on VHS you must be pulling Betamax from skips.

Is that you trying to catch sunken shopping trolleys?

It's me fishing in the rivers of life. Just yesterday I caught several Mersey Goldfish, I'm told they're worth good money in Oldham and Stockport where Harold Ramps like you wash them out and re-use them.

Glenda The Dog Shagger wrote:It's me fishing in the rivers of life. Just yesterday I caught several Mersey Goldfish, I'm told they're worth good money in Oldham and Stockport where Harold Ramps like you wash them out and re-use them.

Why would they be worth good money in Oldham? It's clear off the latest results that Oldham is far superior to Liverpool.

What did you do with them after you caught them Billy? Goldfish are a lot easier to look after than those ones you got rid of because you couldn't keep sticking your 'white lightning' money onto the electric meter to keep the poor buggers warm.

Hey, FUCK YOU. It wasn't White Lightning, it was Tenants Super. I'm not a poverty stricken cunt, like you. I'm fucking made up you twatted the Bindippers and I hope you turn Everton over in the replay.

Fück you bollock chops.

If Oldham win, you may see Wayne in a missing persons ad, because he cheered too loudly in the wrong end.