BadderThanBadF wrote:

Two sad bstards

Scep are you really fkin stupid?

Or are you being deliberately obtuse?

I can only assume you and your boyfriend Geraldine have got together and concocted this childish bit of trolling@

GE>>

I REALLY met Badder on PlentyofFish.Com.

We arranged to meet after speaking on the phone and exchanging pictures. I caught the train up to Wigan via the London Underground and while I was stoned (which was a really freaky experience).

I arrived at Badders house around 5 ish (winter) just as it was getting dark and her house and her estate looked like something that had been dropped from 10,000 feet. Dog shit everywhere, rubbish everywhere and smelly overflowing bins and that was just Badders front garden.

Anyway, I knocked on the front door rather nervously, my BPM now at 400 beats a minute, mainly because it had two punch holes in it and mainly because of the scene of utter devastation around me, it was just like a scene from a film zombies shuffling everywhere but with Wigan Accents.

A petite woman in a white stained ‘coat’ answered the door and smiled at me and she had no teeth at all (that I could see) and she looked nothing like Badder and I said gulping “hi is Maureen there?” (which is Badders real name) the woman answered (really loudly because all they do is shout in Wigan) “EEEEEeee ECK YOU MUST BE ‘GERRY’ YOU DAFT DUCK I AM MAUREEN COME IN COME IN”.

So I followed her in and walked nervously into this grubby hallway that had a bare bulb in the cobweb covered ceiling and a tatty old stained carpet. We entered a ‘living room’ that looked like something from Dante’s Inferno. Scrubby old sofa that looked like a pack of wild dogs had been gnawing on it for months and a saggy old chair that had a HUGE middle aged man sitting in it doing nothing but gazing at me intently, when I say huge I mean obese btw, at least 500 lbs.

Badder shouted “SIT DOWN CHUCK SIT DOWN” which I was reluctant to do for fear of contamination but anyway I sort of pretended to perch on the arm of the dog gnawed sofa but didn’t let my bottom actually touch it. Badder SHOUTED to this lump on the chair “SAY HI TO GERRY SON” and to my complete amazement the lump on the chair turned to me and shouted “HI GERRY”.

I could have finished the tale but I’ve got dog training lol….

Anyway, that’s the TRUTH of my experience with Badder.

Today a lonely home alone pensioner going by the name of Gerald has actually sat and written this work of fiction, no doubt with his boyfriend, Scep wotnot, helping by checking the spelling lol.

Now Gerald posts it, then Scep validates its “authenticity” by commenting on it, and pushing it up the boards. Lmao.

A very amateur attempt at fake news from you two sad old batchelor rejects.

Why do you Sceptical wotnot, and Gerald not just make it official and shack up? Save Gerald E-cycling to your boudoir every evening, Sceptical boy.

Thought Maureen was weemo 🤔🤔…as u can tell I know nowt lol

Then after it PMed me for hours while I supported it, it was in the room later calling me a “pisshead”.

Nice to see it has managed to shrug off her account sharing with Morg Melon Head while everyone else claimed it is an innocent victim.

Back to business as usual for these very manipulative women (all in their 40s or over).

Of course you never shared with Morg Melon Head even though the entire site knows you did.

Of course you can fall back on the “victim” routine that’s what some of you do and that’s how you lured me to chat to you in PM, when YOU pmed me then stabbed me in the back only a few hours hours later….

Horrible horrible person. Completely untrustworthy.

• This reply was modified 5 years, 6 months ago by  Ge.

I thought you had me on iggy Badder hun bun?

I didn’t even get round to the second part of the sorry saga. The very short version is Badder then SHOUTED 2 inches from my face “DO YOU WANT SOMETHING TO EAT CHUCK?” because she had some frozen “MINCE” and “DID I LIKE SPAG BOL?” as I looked around desperately for an escape exit. I sort of nodded as she disappeared into this dingy kitchenette thing. As I sprinted out the patio doors all I could hear in the background was Badder shouting “THAW YOU BASTARD THAW” and loud thuds as she banged an unidentified object on the counter.

Whilst I do not want to involve anyone else and won’t, I told THEM at the time as I am CERTAIN they recollect.