Blurting it out....Playground style

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the ellipsis is only three, mebbe four dots, you caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahnt!

I don't even know what an ellipsis is you fucking grammar snob?

Is it when the Earth passes between the Sun and the Moon?

Amd I was in character on the exclaim!!!!! Wanktard!!!
 
I don't even know what an ellipsis is you fucking grammar snob?

Is it when the Earth passes between the Sun and the Moon?

Amd I was in character on the exclaim!!!!! Wanktard!!!

mr geronimo genius-troll fucker(vulg)-supremo-and all round super star, to you, bollock-nose. :D
 
He watched the widow. The surge of attraction he’d experienced, even as he imparted the fatal news, came again. There she was, dignified in mourning, appropriately attired in a sober two-piece suit, modest white blouse, a hat, and short black veil, but still … <i>something</i> about her gripped him deep down on a visceral level. He fancied her, more than that, he <i>wanted</i> her – had to have her. The kid wanted her; he saw that too. Obvious. He’d noticed the youth’s interest in the desirable Mrs Ashe even as he explained the circumstances of her husband’s death. Not that he could blame the shop boy – older woman, mature, sexy … Wank fodder for any bloke whose balls had dropped. The lad probably didn’t even know why he fancied the boss’s wife, but <i>he</i> knew, he’d seen a few things in his time. As a copper, even in a town as small as this he’d learned a few things. Mrs Ashe was a sort; she had blood in her veins. Red blood, hot and pumping, just the way she liked her cocks. He was sure of it. Leave her a month, pay a visit … “Hello, Mrs Ashe, just thought I’d pop in, see if you’re alright. Wondered if there was anything I could do …” Yeah, give it a month. By then the shock would’ve worn off, reality kicked in. She’d need some comfort by then. Maybe, just maybe she’d be one who’d take her comfort in the shape of a hard-on … She looked the sort. To his copper’s eye.
 
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