Parents discourage local accents

"...Across the UK, the Birmingham accent was the one parents would least like their child to use. In Birmingham, only 8% of parents said they would encourage their children to use the local accent..."

In all honesty, as thick as Brummies sound, I'd prefer that to Cockney w@nker.

Plus Southerenes can't drink fcuk all.
And they're fighting is even worse.

Good morning Tom Smart

I am in the US at the moment and it is not yet 8am here. Fortunately, other do not see Liverpool as the centre of the universe. You insignificant dogfart.

Hope this helps.

Wingding.

Good afternoon Wingding.

Oops.

Hope this helps.


Tom.

Good morning/afternoon Wingding.

You've made me do this...It'll hurt me more than it hurts you.
*Thrashes around with wingy for several hours. Bodies, fluids, juice, wingy, chunty, clothes, animals and money flies everywhere. Wingy likes it hard and dirty and mounts chunty in a very uncomfortable position. After several hours chunty is tired, drained, stretched and ready to give up*

pant..pant..There, I hope *pant* that's taught *pant* a lesson, Make me *pant pant* never do that again.
I'm now going to sleep if it's ok. I need to ge some feeling back into my eys sockets.

Good afternoon Mugz.

It was. I even filmed it if you so wish to watch it.
*Ties Mugz up and forces eyes open*
See, you do want to watch our 'art' being made.

No...My legs had been eaten and I now can't move very quickly.
Then wingy got IT.

No, Wingy ate my legs (the b*stard)
If had been more kinder he would have broken them, but the fcuker ATE them...What animal eats legs??

/completely obvious/
Thanks for that Wingy.
What other life changing experiences do you have?

Not to mention the groinal sarcoptic mange mites.

AKA known as RC Syndrome.

Bless, you're always late...
Take my hand because I'll take you to the stop on time.

Oh but you will.
*Forces hand and then glues it into position*
Now follow me....And stop being sick, it's not that bad. Cleaner than wingys anyway.

*Realises what he's done and has concluded it's a plus - no need to move arm or anything*
Quick, the bus is coming; you'll be late again.

*Watches JPJ. Sitting down with glued hand to member*

It's leg-powered.

Might as give it a push ourselves. It would be quicker.

A gust of wind and off he goes. Falling over like a man having a fit.

But this is normal 'wind'
Not a gas of fire, hate, death, lies, childrens broken dreams that have turned in to tears, Something that crawled up their, died, then something ate it, died inside his bowels and custard.

I never see those. They must fly out at break neck speed, faster than the human eye can see it and then process that an object is there.

With all the radioactive gas that spews out how can you tell the difference between sweetcorn and gas?

To me they are both the same.

*Wanders around with hand still glued to member. Looks for steel and holes... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...*
Hey look, I found one! Hey you're right.
Quick lets see what we can steal before the Government shut's off another town.