

the return of beavis wrote:Right peeps I thought I would share my horrible experience with you, I was coming home from a quick visit to Liverpool City Centre to pick up some Christmas stuff and I got in the Bus Stop to catch the 19B with about 6 other people standing there and there was this man about 5'4 ginger,spotty and plump and he approached me with a squeaky high pitched stuttery voice saying,'What are you doin here mate?', I replied,'Waiting for the bus',he said,'What are all these people doing?', I said,'Dont know why dont you ask them?', so he did but some of them seemed to back off out of the bus stop, but what I noticed most about the man was a horrible yicky stench coming from him like old sweat,s##t & cabbages mixed in. So as the 19B approached I jumped on trying to squeeze my tall,lanky frame into the bus seat the rest of the bus was almost empty and guess where this smelly man decides to sit? You guessed it, right next to me! I nearly puked all the way home it was a 45 minute bus ride and he kept on shaking his top to suggest 'Isnt it hot on here?', people who were getting on were keeping their distance, I hope they didnt think it was me! And he wouldnt stop picking his spots or his ears! The minute I got home my clothes stunk, they got lashed straight in the wash and I had a long hot bath to get rid of the stench.
Is there any need?
That story is funny tho and its happened to us all
smelley b@stards goin the strand bootlites
they stink fat girls in trackies an leggins with a smackhead fella an about 10 kids in a buggy. hey girl can i buy a ciggie of ya la 
so he can sell it on to some1 else for 50p cheaper!!

Dom1 wrote:haha
there is this retard who stands outside kirkby train station full time.....i literally mean he stands there all day and asks for people used saveawaysso he can sell it on to some1 else for 50p cheaper!!
I know I do capital of culture an all that 
Dom1 wrote:LOL yeah defo, roll on 2008
Bootlites have to be the worse tho its like a few mins from me an its like another planet scruffy bassas
achne, greasy long hair on the lads long at the back an long fringe flicked over with grease, walk dead fast together yellow fingers from nicoteen, pick a stump up off the ground an light it, go in the arcade an bump into the fruitmachine to try an get 10 pence
ohhhhhhhh i wana die sometimes when I see them tramps 
the fellas get locked up the next day they are back then a repeat of the night before
good ole liverpool hey 
Dom1 wrote:![]()
you have just described a normal day in the life and (above 2) a day out for a typical scouse meff
meff havent heard that word for years lad 
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