A Bear Mail floods in
"You copy and post it on my behalf if you want...that's how angry i am.
I need to get it off my chest everywhere."Well OK then, hopefully will amuse . . . .
I was sorely tempted to log in and 'ave a rant, as JC and the motley crew are very dear to my 'eart, and i'm VERY VERY VERY vexed....a lot.
If I actually meet any of these PC correct humourless boring green wellied knitting circle enthusiast whinging whining bunyan infected vegetable growing Prius driving market garden visiting exoctic plant purchasing tree 'uggin' tossing wank pot plebs that are snugly posting there vile hatred on every comment section on the internet from the confines of their Warrior keyboards, I will probably actually NOT be held responsible for burying JC's famous 'ammer through their fat ignorant neanderthal skulls, and if I ever meet that fungus faced twat that whinged and whined about JC giving him a probably well deserved slap, i will personally rip his testicles off....if he actually has any....and feed them to the unfortunate ducks in Hyde Park, the mealy mouthed utter utter PRICK!
These cunts at the Bastard British Cunts (corporation), are denying me ( and 8-10 million others) my virtually one and only pleasure in life now....BASTARDS! :-!
Meanwhile they can probably tune in at 8 on Sunday and watch an exciting episode of Last of The Summer Wine probably, 'ave an cup o' 'orlicks and fuck off to bed for a wankfest in celebration of the possible demise of Britain's GREATEST and immensely popular son and chums.
COCKS!!!
these Bears that just sit on the fence and don't just say what they mean
