Keith Moon Exposed As Crap Shocker

[phildwyer]

U75 at its best

A right corker if I do say so myself.

Glad to hear Rory will be back among us soon.

 

[ViolentPanda]

Right.

Just out of interest, what do you have "ambition, need or desire" to do, Panda?

Seriously. Other than post your endless, monotonous drivel on here, obv.

Because to an outside observer you seem to be a rather creepy shut-in weirdo kind of guy, sort of rotting away in your own bile all the time, and not really getting around to doing much else. While taking a sort of bitter, twisted pleasure in slagging off people who actually have done something with their lives.

Now now, phil, a couple of poorly-selling books doesn't actually equate to having "done something" in anything except the most empty of minds.

If you don't mind my saying so like.

Of course I don't. I'm always pleased to see you revealing yourself in what you write about others.

 

[ViolentPanda]

Believe me, you don't know the half of it. If I posted everything I do up here I wouldn't have time to do it.

If you posted up everything you did, you'd reveal yourself for what you really are, phil.

 

[ViolentPanda]

What do you do Phil? (Genuine question)

He's snip

 

[SpookyFrank]

Simple drumming and to the point.

You are 13 and I claim five pounds.

 

[Crispy]

He's snip

Sorry, but he's never made that information public on these boards, so this counts as revealing identity

 

[spawnofsatan]

You are 13 and I claim five pounds.

30 yrs ago I was, yes

 

[phildwyer]

Now now, phil, a couple of poorly-selling books doesn't actually equate to having "done something" in anything except the most empty of minds.

The envy literally oozes out of the computer when your posts appear, trickling down the screen in rank green rivulets.

It is a disgusting sight.

 

[ViolentPanda]

Sorry, but he's never made that information public on these boards, so this counts as revealing identity

Yessir, Mister Crispy, sir!

 

[phildwyer]

If you posted up everything you did, you'd reveal yourself for what you really are, phil.

The envy seeps from your flaccid fingers as you type, forming a vile green mist of malevolence, floating out of the window and down Trinity Rise, choking passers-by with its malign stench of putrid self-hatred.

 

[belboid]

mm, I can see why your books dont sell, Phil

 

[phildwyer]

mm, I can see why your books dont sell, Phil

Hang on, I'm just warming up.

 

[invisibleplanet]

yes, flaccid fingers cannot type.

 

[phildwyer]

Of course I don't. I'm always pleased to see you revealing yourself in what you write about others.

The envy sweats from your very pores, drenching your chair, running down your scabby white legs, settling at your feet in a sickly-green pool that swelters the foul odour of wasted life, pricked by tiny bubbles of blood-red frustration and futility.

 

[editor]

Christ, this is boring.

 

[sojourner]

30 yrs ago I was, yes

Fuck OFF - you're never my fucking age!!!!!

 

[phildwyer]

yes, flaccid fingers cannot type.

And so the Vile Pander is reduced to supporting his maggoty digits with pencils, affixed by leprous elastic bands and used sticking plasters that he gathers from the gutters of south London when he slinks from his lair after midnight, safe in the knowledge that the human world sleeps innocently and there is no mortal eye to bear witness to his depraved excursions.

 

[spawnofsatan]

Fuck OFF - you're never my fucking age!!!!!

Well i'll be 44 in December.

 

[spawnofsatan]

And so the Vile Pander is reduced to supporting his maggoty digits with pencils, affixed by leprous elastic bands and used sticking plasters that he gathers from the gutters of south London when he slinks from his lair after midnight, safe in the knowledge that the human world sleeps innocently and there is no mortal eye to bear witness to his depraved excursions.

Violent panda is Jack the ripper!

 

[phildwyer]

Violent panda is Jack the ripper!

In his dreams.

 

[ViolentPanda]

Thanks for the sub-Robert E. Howard prose, phil.

 

[ViolentPanda]

The envy sweats from your very pores, drenching your chair, running down your scabby white legs, settling at your feet in a sickly-green pool that swelters the foul odour of wasted life, pricked by tiny bubbles of blood-red frustration and futility.

Getting a hard-on, are you?

 

[sojourner]

Well i'll be 44 in December.

Jesus Christ man! Can I have some of what you're on? I thought you were a good 10 years younger than me!

(I've had a hard life, honest)

 

[ViolentPanda]

And so the Vile Pander is reduced to supporting his maggoty digits with pencils, affixed by leprous elastic bands and used sticking plasters that he gathers from the gutters of south London when he slinks from his lair after midnight, safe in the knowledge that the human world sleeps innocently and there is no mortal eye to bear witness to his depraved excursions.

Sad. Old sweaty-hands is reduced to pissing about with another poster's user-name.

 

[spawnofsatan]

Jesus Christ man! Can I have some of what you're on? I thought you were a good 10 years younger than me!

(I've had a hard life, honest)

The trick is to only eat tinned food, packed full of preservatives you see.

 

[ViolentPanda]

Jesus Christ man! Can I have some of what you're on? I thought you were a good 10 years younger than me!

(I've had a hard life, honest)

Blimey, you're a pair of mere striplings!!




Compared to Sass!!!

 

[spawnofsatan]

Where is Sass btw?

 

[sojourner]

The trick is to only eat tinned food, packed full of preservatives you see.

Bastard - that's where I'm going wrong then! All that no-good damned healthy shit

 

[phildwyer]

Getting a hard-on, are you?

Panda, Panda, Urban's blight,
Posting all night every night,
No amount of joking dry
Can hide the teardrops in your eye.

 

[belboid]

is your drumming as good as your poetry?