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I have a real problem with this guttersnipe (he lives in the sewers beneath a theatre, therefore, no description was ever more accurate, no sir). As Frankie might say. What a greaseball! What a Ham! But I say: how dare he! He gives underworlders a bad name. He’s got no gumption. He makes a chandelier fall and suddenly he’s such a horror. Well let me tel you Mr. Lloyd Webber. The moonlit warblings of “Think of Me” might tug at my heart strings like freshly polished taps but I will not have it. NO. Murder. THIS production needs some good honest MURDER. Whilst I am on the subject, when are you going to make a public apology for Les Miserables? I would except Hathaway having an accident.
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Sudsy should apologize for using a computer.
How does a ghost even use a computer?
Why has my text been centralized? it’s not all one long heading.
Rubbish are you webmaster?
That might explain things
Sudsy usually plies the computer with liquor and Windex before buttering him up to start raping his keys.
I WANT TO EXPRESS MYSELF FREELY
Um. You do. Just like that guy who shot John Lennon.
He did us all a favor
You trying to step up to the big time Taco Sill with a real post?
He looks a little like me. ACCEPT HE”S AN IMBECILE. GET OUT OF BED YOU LAZY SCUMBAG AND TAKE A WASH. That’s what I said to him. THAT”S RIGHT. I met John Lennon
You met John Lennon, or John Lennons ghost?
He still babbles on on and on all the time in pergatory about give piece a chance and letting it be and some other waffle about imagining all the people. Awful man
I can only imagine how you feel about Yoko.
He loves Yoko, she’s one of his “herr-óes” as he pronounces it.
pfft, figures.
Shitcost Nil you better watch your step
Yoko is almost as annoying as Sudsy.