I regurgitate your words. Read them in their words. ---oooOOOooo--- (vive la France!) In fact, after careful review, I think you are really not British at all. I believe you to be French. Adieu mon chapeau!

I have composed a short haiku (yeah, sure) for you filled with pimply hyperbole to satiate your juvenile French intellect...

E very day
A
T urgid rod named Peter (apropo)

M akes an ass of himself in
E very way.

A s is this turd is
S o
S ure that
H is
O pen gob
L aboring
E ndlessly

means something, unaware, stone brick cold lusty excrement signifying nothing... Out out brief candle. C'est la vie, lovey.

HEY PETE! I have also included a hidden message. See if you can find it (you fucking doily poodle)... May you always profit from the fruits of your labia (you damned whore).

You forced me to change my avatar... You bastard! I guess I might know a gentleman named screamer that I can call who will be more than willing to take a serious dump on this forum...

:-)

Pete's still a wuss...