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No mother jokes at all, Rumble bum.

Just jokes about mummy’s boys like you

I hope Geoffrey ends up with that thing that looks like a burst frog, it’s what he deserves for his creepy behaviour, you’re starting to spook me out, where I am from what we describe as a Geoffrey is an utter pleb

Get your asinine mooosey as I have a few other admirers

Dangermousey wrote:

I am sure your mother will be fine.

Like your father you mean Who was dragged off a chair whilst your brain dead mother ponced his pockets, shouting ”  leave him you can all ponce his inheritance off me, and I can buy a cheaper house next to you ” laughing hysterically doing a little moon walk dance in her fluffy pink slippers, with the grey ( which used to be white )  fluff around the edges , not forgetting the kappa sign she had sewn onto them to try and look normal, just as he start doing the pump n jerk dance to salt and peppers ” push it real good song ”

Now push it real good your brain dead mother shouted, still doing the moonwalk and hysterically laughing to herself, So instead of pushing you started pulling him off his beloved rocking chair with a built in commode, yes the one he used to slaver down his adult bib and laugh at himself in,  to then start dragging him around the floor like an empty kappa tracksuit

Saying ” look at me mummy ain’t I strong ” ragging a 3 stone soaking wet looking skeleton of a man around the floor, pretending his feet were hands and you were dancing in such a romantic way with him, as claret gushed from his throat You then thought to yourself oh my clapped out banger has ran out of petrol half way down the street, let’s see how strong I really am here, so you shouted ” eff the ambulance mummy grab a foot and lets drag him down the street and bung him in the car if you promise to let me ponce off you ” Certainly she replied still laughing hysterically at knowing the fact the family may want to know her once she inherits the old fuds money and sells the house.

So as you and mummy dragged him down the street slithering him  along looking like a dead slug to bung him in your clapped out bangers boot, some passers by shouted ”  is he ok ” you replied  ”  yes I will snog him and make it look as if I am giving cpr ”  in a creepy whispering tone, almost ghost like whilst mummy was dancing in her le-shark nightie punching him in the chest as you were both to discombobulated to understand what ” Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation ” really was to make it look real

Anyways it sounds like a total dramatic experience when all you needed to do was apply the correct cpr So in matter of  ” FACT ” you were solely to blame, and you can’t blame anyone but yourself, as it was ” ALL ” your fault

At least my parents passing both went peacefully

• This reply was modified 5 years, 3 months ago by  Rumpelsiltskin.
• This reply was modified 5 years, 3 months ago by  Rumpelsiltskin.

Sophia you stick to day dreaming about around the world cruises, and depressing over the milky bar kids dreams, posting fake pictures and basically being a fake not only to yourself but your real friends here, as you have none offline, now if I was a woman beater I would certainly beat you I know you like posting Michelin star cocktails pretending you are sitting on some beach in the Bermuda triangle   after a 30 day cruise on your dingy in the local park, but sane folk just laugh at you, whilst you obliviously think you look rich, someone who needs to brag on a chat site full of discombobulated misfits must be one creepy old woman with cobwebs on their choof, and most definitely one of life’s true loners

The way you describe dreams only concludes you have a wandering mind, and most likely have been sectioned under the mental health act serving life in Broadmoor So I can sort of grasp why you lie about going on around the world cruises and supping fine cocktails, as the grub in Broadmoor is bland and nasty like yourself