Rioting in Leeds

Skint_Eastwood said:
Mate you're crying you were mistaken for your hypocrite pal. You've had a stinker, tripped yourselves up and contradicted yourselves that much it's unreal. But, say what you need to keep you're shame at bay.

I'd love a sensible debate but you're not capable. Deleting and editing posts that much you dunno who and what you're replying to anymore.
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You are a lunatic if that’s what you think. Doubling down on your nonsense about deleting now. Spanner
 
BoroMart said:
You are a lunatic if that’s what you think. Doubling down on your nonsense about deleting now. Spanner
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You’ve made a complete @rse of yourself in this thread. You still can’t move on without throwing in some last minute insults, desperate to have the last word. Get a grip of yourself, still crying about being found out as a hypocrite. Go and have a pint, it’s boiling. Hope no one flips your car while you’re out.
 
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Skint_Eastwood said:
You’ve made a complete @rse of yourself in this thread. You still can’t move on without throwing in some last minute insults, desperate to have the last word. Get a grip of yourself, still crying about being found out as a hypocrite. Go and have a pint, it’s boiling. Hope no one flips your car while you’re out.
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Tantrums and meltdowns complete 😂
 
Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's burning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that you said
Lovers walk along the shore
Andeave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind


End of thread!
 
El Guapo said:
Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's burning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that you said
Lovers walk along the shore
Andeave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind


End of thread!
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Thomas Crowns it?
 
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The usual guy (I assume it’s a guy) that comes on here and gets banned within 10 days, rinse repeat. no idea who he is in the real world, but it’s a sad existence to be fair
 
El Guapo said:
Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's burning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that you said
Lovers walk along the shore
Andeave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind


End of thread!
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Sugababes?
 
Does anyone remember the days when you dealt with racists by just ignoring them. Or talking about something nonsensical instead. Those were the days. The internet was only 80% full of ***** rather than 100% full of *****. People were intelligent enough to realise if you don't give a fire oxygen it dies out.
 
Sheriff_John_Bunnell_ret said:
Does anyone remember the days when you dealt with racists by just ignoring them. Or talking about something nonsensical instead. Those were the days. The internet was only 80% full of ***** rather than 100% full of *****. People were intelligent enough to realise if you don't give a fire oxygen it dies out.
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That was pre internet days, now they become a right wing influencer if you leave them to it
 
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