chance
18-06-2005, 09:47
Craig announced he was bored and relieved the boredom by going off on a huge bitching rant.
The self-proclaimed best hairdresser in the world was on razor-sharp form as he cut Anthony down to size and then gave Maxwell the hairdryer treatment.
"You're about as manly as Saskia," he snipped at Anthony.
Clearly rattled, Anthony tried to defend himself: "I'm oozing man points," he claimed. "Just because I wear pink shirts and get my eyebrows plucked and I'm a hairdresser... and a dancer... er..." 1-0 Craig.
He then asked the Geordie if he'd have sex with him getting Anthony to snap, "No! Coz I like women!"
"What's that got to do with it?" Craig asked. "I could have a fangina for all you know, I'm a hermaphrodite and you've hurt my feelings." Anthony went into a silent huff. 2-0 Craig.
Maxwell was then the target of Craig's venom. After the Londoner had told him to shut up, Craig unleashed a torrent of bitching: "You shut up you ********** p***k, you small-dicked piece of ******* with your unusually-small mouth and your weird facial hair, deformed feet, feminine hands, ******* hair and bizarre ears and moron brain. Go and fix the toilet seat and do what you do. I'll make people look good, you go and clean the toilet seat you half-arsed ******** football supporter."
"Have I got a small mouth?" Maxwell asked laughing, but slightly hurt. 3-0 Craig
"I'm bored," Craig continued, "I'm so bored I'm going to read these pool regulations... ooh listen to this one: - If you have more than five chins, aka Maxwell, do not enter the pool for safety reasons. If you are obese, aka Maxwell, do not enter the pool or all the water will come out... "
"Oi!" Maxwell exclaimed through laughter that had now become a bit forced.
"Oh, take it like a man!" Craig retorted.
4-0 Craig, game, set and match.
The self-proclaimed best hairdresser in the world was on razor-sharp form as he cut Anthony down to size and then gave Maxwell the hairdryer treatment.
"You're about as manly as Saskia," he snipped at Anthony.
Clearly rattled, Anthony tried to defend himself: "I'm oozing man points," he claimed. "Just because I wear pink shirts and get my eyebrows plucked and I'm a hairdresser... and a dancer... er..." 1-0 Craig.
He then asked the Geordie if he'd have sex with him getting Anthony to snap, "No! Coz I like women!"
"What's that got to do with it?" Craig asked. "I could have a fangina for all you know, I'm a hermaphrodite and you've hurt my feelings." Anthony went into a silent huff. 2-0 Craig.
Maxwell was then the target of Craig's venom. After the Londoner had told him to shut up, Craig unleashed a torrent of bitching: "You shut up you ********** p***k, you small-dicked piece of ******* with your unusually-small mouth and your weird facial hair, deformed feet, feminine hands, ******* hair and bizarre ears and moron brain. Go and fix the toilet seat and do what you do. I'll make people look good, you go and clean the toilet seat you half-arsed ******** football supporter."
"Have I got a small mouth?" Maxwell asked laughing, but slightly hurt. 3-0 Craig
"I'm bored," Craig continued, "I'm so bored I'm going to read these pool regulations... ooh listen to this one: - If you have more than five chins, aka Maxwell, do not enter the pool for safety reasons. If you are obese, aka Maxwell, do not enter the pool or all the water will come out... "
"Oi!" Maxwell exclaimed through laughter that had now become a bit forced.
"Oh, take it like a man!" Craig retorted.
4-0 Craig, game, set and match.