I didn't know until last night that I hated Barry Scott. The reason? - because until last night I had no idea who bloody Barry Scott was.
One encounter was all it took, just one! Believe me, to know this individual is to hate him.
Mr Scott exploded onto the box during telly-selly time to SCREAM out an advert for Cillit Bang. He shouted and bawled from start to finish, so much that so that I almost dropped my chips and stopped having sex with the dogs!! What a git! I hate people who shout all the time - empty vessels, and all that.
Cillit Bang is, apparently, a product which eradicates scum and filth - now there's a supreme irony for you! You could be forgiven for shouting about a cure for Aids, getting over excited about peace in the Middle East or raising your voice in condemning the BNP - but a bloody bog cleaner?
No. No more to say. Barry Scott goes to Grantham.
hu huh, huh, hhhh, let that sink in.. huh huhhh hhh
20 hours ago
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