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..I'm a Disco Biscuit Popping Clubber, not a Glowstick Light Waving Raver. I do apologise in advance, but I have Tourettes Syndrome WANKER! Please do not message me if you're UNDER 25, a Beer Boy, Burberry wearing Chav, Rude Boy with attitude with sentences consisting of 'dis' and 'dat' (invest in a fucking Thesaurus, you illiterate cunt), Ethnic Minority, girl who claim's to be model (don't flatter yourself, sweetheart, we all know the "modelling" comment is an excuse for your Anorexia. While you're there, go stuff some of that tissue you eat, down your bra). Also, girls who state that they aren't able to live without their hair straighteners or lip gloss, then preach world peace. Save it for Miss World, darling. Guy 'up for fun and no strings', do I look like a fucking puppet!. Women over 40, calm it down on the make-up and stop chatting utter BOTOX. Blazin' Squad with your Hoodies, I will not "flip reverse" a message back to you. Don't even begin to bother contacting me if you have your name down on the counsil list and have more coloured babies than Benetton. Adolescence, although enlightening, your messages work until I come to the reading of, and I quote you little bastards 'would you like to see my cock on webcam?'. Reason being, teenagers (juvenile delinquent's that you are), I'm quite certain that your genitals are still under going the proceeds of growing, also, I don't find nappies appealing. So in answer to your question...No thank you! Men that ask for pictures of me, leave it alone, it's really starting to wind me up. If you want to look a twat in posing photos everyday, do it, you seem good at it, but stop asking me. 40 year old Rogers, stop nicking my pictures and Tommy Tanking over my vitals. Get out your pipe, slippers, Kleenex, Viagra and 70's cream pie porn. Yes, I am an Xenophobic Bitch and not quite adament to amend to abhorrent thing's in life. Also, do excuse me, I feel some what overly dressed on this site due to not showing any tits, arse or fanny. I like cocain, but before you judge me, I had this out with Betty Ford, and as I so stressfully worded it to her "I'M NOT A COCAINE ADDICT, I JUST LIKE THE SMELL". Reality is a crutch for people who can't handle drugs. People are either buying something or selling themselves on this site. I shall call it 'ebay whores', I mean wars. It's the battle of the bang, I mean band. Anyway, you may think I suffer from insanity, but I don't, I enjoy every minute of it. Oh yeah, I'm SINGLE, so I do what I like. This goes for men that crack onto me and automatically assume they can tell me who and when I talk to people. And lastly, don't be put off guys, this is merely a defense mechanism to prevent plonkers. I'm often out in London, preferably The Cross club, causing messy carnage. If you see me out, come say hi. I'm quite an amiable and approachable person, I assure you.
