I was lying in my bed wondering if the sun would ever burn through the puffy white clouds that were spoiling the view from my bedroom window. It was quite warm for 5 o’clock in the morning, and the “Dawn Chorus” was in full swing. I could smell the pollen in the air, it was unusually strong, and I just hoped that my sinus’ would be able to cope, as I had to venture out this morning for I had a 9:30am appointment with my GP!!!!

I stumbled out of bed, put the kettle on, made a cup of coffee, the milk was off, but I had coffee mate somewhere, drank the coffee. I then proceeded to untangle my bed-clothes ( must have been dreaming, yet again). I then made preparations to have a warm shower, it’s too humid for a hot shower, & I’m not brave enough to have a cold one, got dressed, had a final glance out the rear window of my room to check if I needed a jacket, I decided not to wear one. Used the house phone to call a cab, the surgery is not close enough for me to walk to since they blocked off all the roads to build the new school (I hope it will be worth it in the end, but I doubt it) The taxi arrived, I got in the back, it was a nice lady driver, we shared some gentle mid-morning chat about the weather, the road works, the new one way system, until we arrived at The Health Centre, I paid the woman, fell out of the car, then slowly made my way to the Reception Desk. The girl smiled and asked me to take a seat ( they were all bolted to the ground, so I couldn’t move one, let alone take one) I sat down and waited until my GP called me for my turn. The Health Centre is a busy place, there were lots of people walking about, some slow, some at a reasonable pace, & some fast, I thought that the personnel that were walking the quickest must be the most important, yet wondered what they all did? I then heard my name being called & saw my GP smiling & beckoning to me to come with her. Now what goes on between a man & his GP is PRIVATE & CONFIDENTIAL and will stay that way.

I got my prescription, made my way to the door then sat on the wall outside to rest awhile & take in what my GP had told me, I then wondered whether I should call a cab, or just take a long, lingering stroll. I had forgotten to take my mobile phone with me, so decided to head off on foot. I had my stick, there were plenty of garden walls on route to rest my big fat erse, should I feel the need  I also have a folded up piece of hard plastic which can be used as a seat if it is wet outside,( although it was now a beautiful sunny morning) just as long as I keep it dry, my bum will not be damp by the time I return. I strolled along the drives and avenues at a sensible pace, resting when needed, with the sun to my left. There were times on this short walk that I wished I had remembered to bring my phone with me, but most of the time I felt free. Free from stress, free from aggression, free from pity, free from depression, free from all the sh*t that the modern world throws at us. The sun shone on me, & for a brief hour or so I was happy again, enjoying the simpler things in life, fresh air, warm sunshine, peace, & some quietness. Then I turned a corner and the Monday Morning Madness of cars, trucks, noise, pollution was in my face again. Cheery…

There has been/is still much confusion regarding whether the £10 & £20 bank notes were/are fake or real. The notes that were sent to The Serious Organised Crime Agency (SOCA) have now confirmed that the notes were genuine. Now our local MP, Angus Brendan MacNeil, (ABM) has said “It has now come to light that the bank notes were genuine, but there has been a deafening silence from the banks on the matter. I would hope that they will issue a statement and tell us what they are planning to do for the local businesses who lost money as a result of this incident.” (1)

“I have written to both banks asking them for clarity on this matter and if they have any plans to reimburse the local businesses which lost money as a result of the banks saying that some of their notes were fake.” (2)

In my most humble of humblest of opinions, I believe that if the Bankers were at fault by stating to any individual or business that any bank notes were fake, which were in fact real, then the Bankers should reimburse these people, plus a 100%-500% compensation charge (in line with the ALL NEW Banking Code of Ethics) given to customers for  implying that they were trying to commit a criminal act.

This would/could NOT be given to the idiot who flushed down his “alleged” fake bank notes down the pan, because if society ( even banks) started compensating people for committing stupid, & idiotic acts, then where would we be? Yes we’d be in the same place as the flushed bank notes. On reflection though, if society did financially compensate people for committing acts of gross stupidity, I’d be a millionaire by now, if not billionaire. Oh well nevermind you can’t win them all.

Well hopefully that’s the end of the Western Isles “Alleged” Fake Bank Note Confusion, & I hope that by coming here today, you will have learned some very valuable lessons. However, not once in this whole “debacle” has anyone offered up an apology to the real victims in this tragic affair, The Bank Notes..

Well thank you for coming here and reading this thing that I do in this place that I do it in, this place being the World (In)famous islandblogging. You know that you’ve learned something today, so Cheery…

Hello how are you? Been keeping well? That’s good to know then. Well here in The Western Isles the police & Council issued a warning to “Islanders” that fake bank notes (allegedly) were believed to be in circulation, or “doing the rounds” on the islands. Retail outlets were advised to invest in UV scanners ( to detect real bank notes from fake bank notes) & to be extra vigilant. The suspected notes involved were £10 & £20, & were Bank of England, Bank of Scotland, Clydesdale Bank, & Royal Bank of Scotland notes. A pub & Indian restaurant thought that they had been conned out of several £100’s.

At the height of the scare, several retailers in Stornoway stopped accepting £10 and £20 notes, while the Bank of Scotland also refused notes which they believed to be counterfeit.  There was one businessman, who wishes to remain anonymous, for reasons which will become obvious, that said “I tore up the £20 notes returned by the bank as fakes and I put them down the toilet to stop them getting back into circulation. I thought that was my public duty.” Even the local Bank of Scotland were refusing bank notes, that they thought were suspicious, can’t they tell the difference? The bank notes are either real or fake, & surely a bank will have a UV Scanner, or other equipment, to test whether bank notes are real or fake.

In my opinion there has been, the usual “Rush to Judgement” here. These poor wee £10 & £20 notes were accused of being fakes, forgeries & counterfeits. The fact that they were from different issuing banks ( B of E, B of S, RBS, & CB) made me think that they were not fakes, as counterfeit notes are usually printed, by counterfeiters, as being from the ONE bank ( not a bank called ONE Bank, as that would be easy to detect, but from either B of E, B of S, or RBS) & not from 4 different banks, as this would not be a “cost-effective” way of running a counterfeit operation.

The police sent the suspected notes away for examination ( the poor notes being prodded & probed) & were found to be real £10 & £20 bank notes. These bank notes were not fakes, they were/are REAL, however they have gone through such a traumatic experience that some of them may never be in circulation again. We must also NEVER forget about the poor £10 & £20 notes that were ripped up, and flushed down the toilet, they were treated like sh*te. Why weren’t they set aside until all the furore was over, then sneaked back into circulation, well that’s what I would have done anyway, & I would not have flushed them down the pan, as that could be looked on as a tad suspicious, & not doing my civic duty.

That’s it then, thank you for coming to my wee bit of The Blogosphere & reading this thing that I typed in here. Did we learn anything by coming here today? We did learn that Bank Notes should be innocent until PROVEN guilty, or REAL until proven to be FAKE, and maybe, just maybe, we wouldn’t have mass panic. Cheery…

Is watching the pennies the same as being skint? Maybe if ye were skint, ye would have nae pennies tae watch, hmm? I’m trying to not spend money, it’s not easy, I have to eat ( maybe not quite as much as I actually do just now) I need to pay to keep a roof over my head ( and walls around the rest of my body lol?) and there are other things/stuff that costs money, like being connected to t’internet. I am one of those, ever growing, peoples who are on a “fixed-income” I can’t complain really, but I just wish that it was fixed a wee bit higher than it is.

How can we save ourselves money then? Are you asking me, or am I asking you? Also where do we draw the line? Like is using the same bit of loo roll to blow yer nose and wipe yer ar*e taking money-saving a bit too far? ( If you do use this money-saving technique, it’s advisable to blow yer nose first, just a wee tip for you there) Are there some things that you just can’t do without?

The short answer tae the question thit ah pit as ma title is Ah dinnae ken, don’t know, not goat a Scooby.

In fact am no sure that ah fully un’erstaund ra question? I dinnae understand loads o’ things in ma everyday life, but ah dinnae usually bother a’ that much aboot it. Like i huvnae sent onybody onything in the post, nae matters thit folk’re sending bullets tae each other in the post, an’ it’s no’ the medical bullets, y’know the wans that ye’ve goat tae position yersel’ in a certain way, then ram this big effin’ pill richt up yer erse-h*le, and I mean RIGHT-UP, nae gettin’ it halfway up, then backing oot, ye gotta gett it in there, then gie wan last big heave up yer bahooka ( whilst trying not to sneeze, cough, hic-up, laugh, cry, breathe, or anything that makes the bullet jump back oot) Keep yer cheeks firmly shut fur a good while, jist try tae picture yerself in wan of those American prisons where they’re aw trying tae bum each other, now keep yer cheeks that tight. Although thinking aboot it, ye might wanna get a wee help ( or big help) makin’ sure yer bullets’ firmly in place. Bit ah dinnae waant tae condone bumming in prison, even if it is jist tae help a fellow inmate wi’ his bullet. Maybe if ye were in prison, yer “Duke O’ Argylles” might be the least o’ yer problems.

Ye can do a lot o’ stuff wi’ bullets can ye no? Ye can bite the bullet, ye can pop wan in the post tae folk ye dinnae like ( though that’s no very friendly, ‘n’ polis’ll get ye fur it, an lock ye up) and ye can stick wan up yer erse ( hae a poo furst though, ye dinnae want tae be shovin’ yer fingers up yer erse when it’s fu’ o’ sh*t now dae ye? Yer fingers do get fu’ o’ gooey stuff, but jist as long as it’s white in colour yer safe, if it’s broon, in all it’s many wierd an’ wonderful shades, then yer in the sh*te) I dunno much aboot bullets, there micht be wan wi’ ma name oan it? Ah dinnae ken, bit if there’s wan wi’ your name oan it here’s a wee bit o’ advice, get a rubber an’ try tae rub oot yer name, or smash up the bullet, dinnae stick it up yer erse, the first time ye feel the need tae break wind should answer yer question.

Right gotto go and make the bed, put oan a waashin’, tidy up a wee bit, jump oan ma Bike To Knowhere, an’ stert peddlin’ away like mad. Ah cannae be bothered daein’ a’ the thank you fur cumin’ ere sh*te. so Cheery…

PS This weblog posting was going to be so much more different that it actually was…

For sale 1 slightly plumpish male. In need of attention, although can be used in present condition.

No M.O.T. or tax.

Has been fully serviced in past, but could do with a major service.

Is handy about the house, although not very handy with tools, toilet trained, is very reliable, however the most reliable element of this model is unreliability.

Has a current, clean ( as of 1st May 2011) driving license.

Is not very economical, fuel-wise, and does need to be kept on a short leash when out and about in public. Has been programmed to walk passed drinking establishments, but the software may need upgraded.

Is good with children ( possibly due to the fact that he is one), and is kind to animals, as long as they are kind to him.

Genuine reason for selling, or giving away, may even consider paying someone to take him in.

No time-wasters please.

If you have the time and patience ( lots & lots) this is a very loving and affectionate male.

General description…. male, has a full head of hair ( almost, well more than a just wed Prince Charming anyway)

Just under 6ft,(about 2-3 inches under) not too steady on feet, needs a strict regime,

Has a good sense of humour, & a bad sense of humour also, likes going out for meals, & staying in for meals.

Hazel coloured eyes, very caring, non-smoker, a pound or two overweight.

If you think that you could give this man a loving, caring, fun home then contact me here…

A Re-Hashed Poetic-ish Attempt

I am a lover, not a bother. If you don’t like me, should I care

I’m a lover a desperate plonker I’ll do my loving anywhere.

I am a man, Oh yes I am I’ll show you proof, if you don’t scare

I am a man, you will see that I am Just take a look, if you dare

I like loving, a lot of loving Just have fun, but please don’t stare

I like women, yes many women I’ve not got one, and that’s not fare

I am a man, an ordinary man and yes, sometimes I might swear

That’s just me, or maybe not you may be bald, but I’ve got hair

I’m a lover a willing lover I like a banana, and a big juicy pear

I am a man, a silly old man however my balls are still a pair

I am a man, I now understand you may read this, then say a prayer

To your God, up in His Heaven then when we need Him He’s never there

I’m a lover, just a lover If you don’t like me, I will try not to despair

I’m a lover, like any other lover I am a man, but I’m never a player

If you think that you can offer some assistance to this desperate, pathetic, self-pitying old man then you need to re-evaluate your life ( whatever the f*ck that is?) and have a serious think about where you’re going in life. Be brave, be strong, & be yourself. I thank you for coming to my wee bit of The Blogosphere, & reading this thing wot I just did, in this place wot I just did it in, this place being the world (in)famous Island Blogging. Did you learn anything from coming to Thewhitesettlers’s Bit? Possibly not, but at least you’ll feel better about yourself now though, yes? Cheery…

Hello, it’s been a while since my last blog, although some of you may think that it’s not, and that is your opinion, and you are quite entitled to it. What have I been up to since my last finger tapping entry? I managed to do a “quick-fix” repair on my Bike To Knowhere ( it’s still going, but still a wee bit noisier than it should be, but since all my neighbours have left, or are in hospital ( nothing to do with me, &/or my Bike to Knowhere ) the noise factor is not too important just now) I nearly went to Inverness for the weekend, but decided against it, as I have problems getting to Tesco’s in town, and I live less than 100 metres away, or thereabouts. However I was thinking about it, & got to the point where I knew how to go about getting there, & booking room for weekend etc. It’s a step, a very small step, but a step nevertheless. I also now have a new FaceBook Family, although I still need some “Confirmations” so please check your Facebook emails/messages, as you may find that some of you are virtually related to me. Who is part of your FaceBook Family I hear you think? ( I don’t really, if I could hear you think I would not be sitting on my throne, typing this sh*t into here, and sh*tting from more than one body part as well, Am I multi-tasking? Wow I’m good, that was a bit childish, but I’m a man, what do you expect?)

I have some bloggers, & ex-bloggers as family. I have that dare-devil beauty Ruthodanort in my family. No she hasn’t succumbed to my virtual lecherous advances ( she is the one that is missing out) and become my bride, although we would make a lovely couple. Sorry nearly went off on one there. well Ruthie-Babe is my FaceBook Mother, isn’t that nice, although she insists on bottle feeding ONLY. The loveliest of lovelies, IB’s very own LandLady is my granny ( although she is a Glamorous Gran, very glamorous indeed) There are other IB peoples, past & present, who have yet to confirm that they are virtually related to me, & if they don’t confirm, I WILL take it personally.

Up against a wall, is an expression with many meanings. You can be physically threatened “Up against a wall” Ie. “He grabbed me by my lapels, & pushed me up against a wall”

You can have a physical encounter up against a wall. Ie. “I could feel his warm, excited breath on my face, as he took me up against a wall”

Then there was an expression that my mother used to say to me “All you’re doing is pissing it up against a wall” Which was in reference to my spending habits each weekend, when I was a younger man. Now I don’t piss it up against a wall, and am thinking about purchasing this

It is a beautiful Drinks Dispenser, which lets you see how you are pissing your money “Up against a wall”

That’s it then, thank you for coming here and reading this thing that I did, in this place that I did it in, this place being the world (in)famous Island Blogging. Did we learn anything today? Well yes we did, we learned that there are lots of games of life to be played Up Against A Wall. Cheery…

Hi, how are you all today?(I use the word “All” more in hope, than in expectation) I found a lovely article on the Beeb’s website thingy informing us that The Sports Centre in Stornoway could soon be open for business on a Sunday. Some people don’t want it, others do, they want to go for a swim, visit the gym, play, badminton, squash, & play other games on a Sunday. Maybe you have an opinion on this? Maybe you are one of those people that believes everything & anything should be allowed to open on whichever day everything & anything chooses. Most pubs are open, most churches are open, what will be next? The Golf Course? ( The clubhouse is open for refreshments on a Sunday) An Lanntair? Co-Op? Tesco?

Is there somewhere you would like to visit on a Sunday, but can’t because it is closed? ( The somewhere should be on The Outer Hebrides, not Libya, or Syria, please) Read On…………………………

BBC Scotland correspondent James Cook reports from Stornoway on the Isle of Lewis on legislation which could force Western Isles council to open leisure facilities on a Sunday - despite fierce opposition from devout Christians.

On a Sunday, John Calvin casts a long shadow over these islands.

The austere influence of the 16th Century Protestant reformer is keenly felt on Lewis, Harris and North Uist, where the Presbyterian tradition runs deep.

True, the swings in the playgrounds are no longer chained up on the Sabbath but there are plenty of islanders who will not hang out their washing or play a round of golf, let alone go to work.

Now though, a new generation is fighting for change.

They are courteous warriors, keen to show respect to their elders even though they know their views may upset them.

Their battlegrounds are civilised places: running tracks, golf courses and sports centres, such as the council-run Ionad Spòrs Leòdhais in Stornoway.

Mrs McLeod said the council policy has a big impact on her family’s leisure opportunities

On a Saturday its swimming pool is packed, open until 10pm.

But come the Sabbath, the showers are off and the doors are locked.

This infuriates mother-of-three Elma MacLeod, a keen swimmer.

“It has quite a big effect on us,” she tells me at the poolside one weekday evening.

“My children are in school five days a week. They have two days off, which is their own free time for their leisure and pleasure.

“But 50% of that time this pool is closed.

“I understand that there are those who do not want to use the facility on a Sunday,” she says “but I don’t understand why the local council have imposed that on everybody in the community.”

The answer, says Angus Campbell, leader of Comhairle nan Eilean Siar (Western Isles Council), is work.

More relaxed

“You can take exercise in many ways on a Sunday,” he says. “We would encourage people to do that. But we do not want to ask our people to work on a Sunday.”

It is a policy that applies only to Lewis, Harris and North Uist.

Further south, on the traditionally Roman Catholic islands of Barra and South Uist, attitudes to the Sabbath are more relaxed and council staff do work on a Sunday.

To Mrs MacLeod’s annoyance, this means that the council-run swimming pool in Castlebay on Barra - a day’s travel away by car and ferry - is open, while the Stornoway pool is closed.

“There is no contradiction,” insists Mr Campbell, who says it demonstrates “the respect we show to the different communities we serve.”

But for how much longer?

Golf club secretary Ken Galloway said there was an economic case for opening the course all week

On 5 April, a “public sector equality duty” comes into force as part of the new Equality Act. The legislation outlaws discrimination by public bodies on the grounds of religion, faith or belief.

Mrs MacLeod believes the new law could force the council to rethink its policy of one rule for the Protestant north and one for the Catholic south.

Even if it does, other fights will continue.

On a steep slope above Stornoway, Ken Galloway is teeing off on the 11th hole of the golf course, a par five nicknamed the Dardanelles because of the gap between tee and green.

Mr Galloway is club secretary but even he cannot enjoy a round on a Sunday because the course landlord refuses to allow club members permission to play.

“The seven-day golf battle has gone on for more than two decades,” he says, “but momentum has increased over the last few years mainly as a result of a variety of changing attitudes on the islands.”

Honour God

“We are now able to fly in and out of the island on a Sunday. We are now able to sail in and out of the island on a Sunday.”

And there is, he says, an economic case for Sunday golf, as it would make the courses of the Western Isles attractive to tourists seven days a week.

And anyway, he insists, “there is nothing wrong with exercising your body in a recreational sport on a Sunday”.

Not everyone agrees.

Ian MacRae is not a stereotypical member of the Lord’s Day Observance Society. He does not bellow fire and brimstone. He is young and softly spoken.

Council leader Angus Campbell conceded that change may be inevitable

Mr MacRae is impeccably polite but he is also firm in his insistence that Sunday is a day to honour God.

“I myself work five days a week,” he says “the sixth day, Saturday, is usually 100 miles an hour and a Sunday, whether spent in church or whether spent with family, it’s an absolute Godsend.

“It’s something that I think is beneficial for our minds, our bodies, our spiritual life.”

And Mr MacRae insists that renouncing Biblical teaching about the day of rest is to set off down a slippery slope.

“Thou shalt not kill, that’s a biblical absolute which we as a society hold to,” he argues.

“Should we change that? Should we change people’s right to life, should we change the fact that we’re not meant to steal? It opens up very dodgy areas I think.”

For others though the debate is not about religion as such, it’s about tradition.

The council leader regards Lewis as the one of the last outposts of a gentler, more civilised Britain.

‘We will comply’

“Do we then just fall in line with every other part of the UK because that is the acceptable thing to do?”, he asks.

“I make up my own decision on what I do on a Sunday. It’s not formed by religion. It’s enjoying a way of life.

“Surely we are entitled to be a little bit different here. Most people who visit us appreciate that, they welcome that, they soak that in.”

But Mr Campbell concedes that change might be coming.

“One thing this council will never do is act in an illegal manner over this,” says the council leader.

“We are well aware of the change in the equality laws.

“If the law tells us we have to work in a certain way, we will not break the law. We will comply with the law.”

But that would not mean closing facilities in the south, he says.

If the issue was forced the council would rather open the Stornoway sports centre on a Sunday than close the pool in Castlebay.

If that happens, the Lord’s Day Observance Society warns darkly, there will be consequences.

Don’t you just love that Mr. MacRae he believes that murder, and stealing is on a par with opening the sports centre on a Sunday, but maybe He is right? Maybe we should stop the Ferry sailing on The Sabbath, close ALL businesses on The Sabbath, or is He wrong?

I dunno??? I think that if you wanna go for a swim, you should be able to, because what I do with my Sunday is entirely up to me. I won’t have a go at you if you wanna spend your Sunday in church Observing The Lords Day. So if I leave you to carry on with your Lords Day Worshiping, will you leave me alone?

That’s it then, thank you for coming here and reading this thing that I did here ( along with the BBC bit) in this place that I did it in, this place being, The World (In)Famous Island Blogging. I hope that you’ve learned something by reading this today, & if not, then you must be very clever. Cheery…

PS I just saw it on BBC Breakfast

Hello! How is everybody in/on IB today? The Internet & Mobile texting has spawned a whole new form of communication, or communicating, and I thought that I’d share some of this new-ish ( some of the Lingo is old) forms of communicating with YOU. If U R a txt-maniac U will know most of these acronyms, but to those that do not indulge in such beastly behaviour, here are a few acronyms 4 U!

BANANA

Built Absolutely Nothing Anywhere Near Anybody

BBW

Big Beautiful Women

ACRONYM

Abbreviated Coded Rendition Of Name Yielding Meaning

CADET

Can’t Add, Doesn’t Even Try

CATCH

Come Again, That Can’t Help

CRAFT

Can’t Remember A F*cking Thing

DUCT

Did You See That

FISH

First In, Still Here, or   F*ck it Sh*t Happens

FRED   F*cking Ridiculous Electronic Device

FUBAR   Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition

GALL   Get A Life, Loser

GASP   Go Away, Silly Person

HAND   Have A Nice Day

HB2U   Happy Birthday To You

HUM   Horny Unattached Male

IKBA   I Know Bugger All

IKYBYUWYTISBINSYRTWYHINWIM

I Know You Believe You Understand What You Think I Said, But I’m Not Sure You Realize That What You Heard Is Not What I Meant

IMMOR   I Make My Own Rules

JAM   Just A Moment

LIFER

Lazy Incompetent F*cker Evading Responsibility

LOMBARD

Lots Of Money But A Real Dickhead

MACINTOSH

Most Applications Crash If Not, The Operating System Hangs

MICROSOFT   Most Intelligent Customers Realize Our Software Only Fools Teenagers

MILF   Mothers I’d Like to F*ck

NIFOC   Nude In Front Of Computer

NORWICH   Knickers Off Ready When I Come Home

PAW    Parents Are Watching

PIMP    Pee In My Pants

ROFFNAR   Rolling On the Floor For No Apparent Reason

SAAB   Swedish Automobiles Always Breakdown

SHTSI   Somebody Had To Say It

TOY   Thinking Of You

VOLVO   Very Odd Looking Vehicle Owners

WIMP   Windows, Icons, Mouse, Pointing

WINDOWS   Will Install Needless Data On Whole System

YANETUT   You Are Not Expected To Understand This

Well that’s yer whack from me. I thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to come to my wee bit of the Blogosphere and read this stuff what I’ve just inserted in here. I dunno how it all happens, but that’s life for you, or me in this instance, you don’t know what’s going on, but you know that IT IS going on. Cheery…

Breast screening visit to Western Isles…

Breasts are being given the opportunity to be screened in Stornoway at the Western Isles Hospital Car Park.

i imagine that there will be a wee caravan or tent or something to keep the Breasts warm & dry, as it is a wee bit breezy, & drizzling, weather-wise. Plus some Breasts don’t like to show themselves off in a public place, they like their privacy, or at least that’s what I’ve been told. Anyway, if ye huv a Breast or two, & ye want tae screen them ( fur whitever reason ye think of) then the Car Park at Western Isles Hospital is the place tae be.

Emm I’ve jist realised that ye micht need an invite tae get yer Breasts screened, and if yer in the age bracket of 50-70, yer in wi’ a guid shout o’ gettin’ an invite.

I’d also like to add that if yer thinking of going there tae catch a wee gander (eyeful/view) of wumins “Thrupennybits” dinnae bother, the polis will be oot in force, on the look-out fur any dirty wee sods.

Richt I believe that Stornoway Coastguard saved yet ANOTHER wee boat last nicht, or if yer reading this in February then it’ll be a couple o’ nichts ago. So that’s more lives saved that might no’ huv been saved if the Stornoway Coastguard Thingy wis shut doon. So wise-up guys!

The Scottish Government is bringing a recycling roadshow to Stornoway on Saturday, February 5th to encourage people to recycle more items, more often and give them another life. ( When people say “Get A Life” are they wanting you to recycle?) I do a lot of cycling on my Bike to Knowhere, and I reckon that if I peddle backwards then I’ll be recycling more than anyone else. Sometimes I even amaze myself with the astonishing ideas that I come up with. So we’ve all been learning something today then?

Thank you for coming here to my wee Bit of the Blogosphere, and reading this thing wot I just did in this Bit of the Blogosphere, but really, YOU should be thanking me NO? YES?

Cheery…

PS. The recycling event thingy will be held at Tescos Car Park.

PPS The Car Parks in Stornoway are busy this week..

Tags: Car Parks, Earth, Recycle, Stornoway Coastguard

Men EH? You can’t fight with ‘em, & you can’t fight withoot ‘em, is what my granny used to say. My grandad, who could never get the hang of “sucking eggs” even though my granny had shown him how, on many occasions, used to tell me “Never marry a woman boy!” I never really understood what he meant at the time ( I was only about 5 or 6) but now? Well? I still don’t understand. Men marrying other men was illegal in those days, in fact men living with men, as a loving couple, was possibly, still aghast the law, at that time. ( I better check on the Homosexuality Law of the UK, just in case some sneaky peoples try to find out how old I am) I never took my grandads advice. I don’t find other men attractive, even if they have a beautifuuly toned, muscular & sexually alluring body, it would be just like looking in the mirror, and a bit narcissistic of me. I’ve never found another man attractive, even after closing time, and I’m p*ssed out of my brains. Well there was that one time in Brighton, but NOTHING happened. I thought that he was a woman, well he was wearing woman’s clothes, & he did use the Ladies toilet in the pub, & if I had met him 3-6 months later he would have been a SHE. I should have known that something was not quite right when (s)he was laughing at all my jokes, & giving me lots of compliments. I did notice that his/her voice was a bit on the “husky” side, but I thought that he/she had a sore throat or something. The one thing that did give me cause for concern was that he/she might be wanting paid for any services rendered. So, basically, there was only one thing on my mind, and it clouded my judgement. I had been talking with him/her for well over an hour, and he/she had been buying her/his fair share of the drinks, when one of my (so-called) friends, who had introduced us, told me that He was a person that was in the process of going through a SEX-CHANGE. I thanked my mate for informing me of that, then went back & joined the company that had been enthralling me for well over an hour. I told him/her that I knew about the *Sex-Change*  I then noticed panic in his/her eyes, I assured him/her that I was NOT angry, however I was still only interested in one thing, HOW? and maybe why? But I just wanted to know the whole process of a man, surgically, turning into a woman, although the *plug-socket* procedure was too traumatic for me, & my brain therefore erased it from my memory, along with many other things. We parted at closing times as friends, although I think that me asking for him/her to get in contact with me, once the change-over was complete, so that I could be HER first sexual encounter as a woman, was not too appreciated. ( I was only trying to be helpful, like the caring, sharing guy that I am)

What’s the moral of this story then? Maybe my grandad was way ahead of his time? Maybe he knew, that one day, or some day, that men could change their bodies into a womans body ( I had to use body there, because even those men who feel that they are women trapped inside of a mans body, which I’m pretty sure must be extremely traumatising for them, can’t think like a woman. It takes years of training, & is a process that starts at birth) Or maybe, just maybe, my grandad was a *Closet Homosexual*?

Thank you for coming here and reading this thing that I just did in this place that I just did it in, this place being the World (In)Famous Island Blogging. Have we learned anything by coming here and reading this stuff? Well we learned that good looks can be deceiving, and that deceiving can have good looks. That’s it then. Keep On Keeping On!   Cheery….

PS I think that 1967 is the year?

I’ve just come here today to wish you ALL MERRY CHRISTMAS!

If you don’t celebrate Christmas, then have a Happy Yule if that’s yer thing. Have a good Mummers Day, but don’t over-do the boot polish. ( A wee Pagan joke there? Maybe not then)

Perhaps you are of the Jewish Faith? ( Is being Jewish a Faith?) Then have a Happy Hanukkah, & I’ve got my Menorah in the window, although I didn’t know that I had it, or did not know it was a Menorah.

If yer not belonging to any of the above, then just join in the fun. I don’t believe in all this God, & Jesus nonsense, but if it means that people are gonnae be nice tae each other ( even if it’s jist fur wan day) then count me in. It is also one of the few days in the year when I can pull a Cracker, & not get a slap o’er ma heid. I’m NOT gonnae wish ye a happy N*w Y**r, because ma granny telt me that it wis bad luck tae say it, or wish it, tae onybody, afore The Bells. So ah’ll wait til new years day tae wish ye wan, OK?

Well that’s another load o’ pish ower wi’ or another weblog posting completed. Did ye learn onything? Maybe ye did, & maybe ye didnae, but it disnae matter tae me. So eat, drink, & try tae be Merry, even if it’s jist fur wan day! CHEERY…

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Naw it wisnae! Aye it wis! Naw it wisnae! Aye it wis!

Behind me? There’s naebody behind me?

Oh aye there is! Nah ah dinnae think so! Aye there is! NAH THERE ISNAE!  NOW PISS AFF!!!!!

Below is an article I have “borrowed” from the Stornoway Gazette. You can read it &

make up your own mind.

Residents say ‘no’ to Homeless unit

by michelle robson

RESIDENTS of Oliver’s Brae and Marybank have voiced strong objections to the possibility of a homeless hostel being built in their area.

Comhairle nan Eilean Siar have identified a need for a Shared Temporary Accommodation unit in the Stornoway area but have come up against resistance at the three identified sites.

The sites were at Oliver’s Brae; the second at Allt na Broige Marybank and the third at the Dormitory, also in Marybank.

36 residents attended the Oliver’s Brae meeting and 23 in Marybank and the Comhairle admit that there was overwhelming opposition.

At Oliver’s Brae concerns were expressed about clients with serious social issues who would be using the Unit and how this would impact on children, the elderly and single residents. (Just because someone is Homeless, does not mean that they have any social issues. Do Homeless peoples prey on the Elderly? Are the residents suggesting that Homeless peoples are paedophiles? Do single residents feel threatened by Homeless peoples?

There was also a general feeling that the building would be too large and out of character with the residential nature of the area. (Good excuse, but are ALL the houses around Olivers Brae in character?)

Road safety and water and sewerage constraints were also highlighted. (Do Homeless peoples run in front of cars? Maybe they lie on the road, causing congestion? Water & Sewerage? Are they taking the piss?)

At Marybank, concerns were similar and particularly the closeness of the unit to the playpark. ( would Homeless peoples not take it in turn to go on swings & roundabouts?)

It was reported that an on-going project to replace the existing playpark with modern facilities would be unable to proceed if the unit was developed. ( Oh deary me, we can’t have little kiddies playing in a playpark with old facilities, so the Homeless will just have to walk the streets, or sleep in doorways then? The word “PRIORITIES” springs to mind…)

Concern about clients with drink, drug and other social issues living in the unit were also raised. (What about residents with drink, drug & other issues? Maybe the Homeless don’t want to be sheltered in an area with a bunch of NIMBY, selfish, uncaring, UN-CHRISTIAN residents?)

The site at Allt na Broige is owned by HHP and is also under consideration for a housing development of eight units.

The Dormitory site is owned by a local building firm and part of the site is no longer available as the owner has identified another use for it.

A report before members of the Environment and Protective Services Committee at the Comhairle said: “the community consultation resulted in a clear message from both communities that a development of this nature would not be welcomed on the three sites under consideration. It is recommended that the Comhairle explores further sites for consideration including all sites previously identified, with a veiw to selecting the most appropriate site before the end of the 2010/11 Financial Year

So that’s it then, the Homeless can bugger off, & find somewhere else to be rejected, vilified, & looked upon as the scum of the Earth, yes? I find it very sad that we can’t all live together. Maybe one or two Homeless peoples have problems, but I’m sure that you’ll find many more problems behind the curtains.

Not many paedophiles are Homeless. One last question I have before I wander off into the distance. Where have ALL THE GOOD SAMARITANS GONE? They won’t be found in Marybank or Olivers Brae anyway… Cheery…

Important notice about your Flybe flight: Issued Monday 6th December 2010

It has been CANCELLED so don’t bother turning up at Stornoway Airport you pain in the feckin’ erse, & clogging things up.

The above was a carefully selected exert from an email I received to inform me that my plane to Edinburgh had been cancelled ( The Barstewards) due to adverse weather conditions and the resultant knock-on effect of aircraft and staff being out of position. Although I did “Sex-It-Up” a bit to be included in my WikiPish.

The threats will NOT stop the Pish from leaking out here.

More Pish………………..LL’s Lanky Lads are only 5″11″ tall

Kingdom C*t was formally known as The Flying C*t until he grassed up all his mates in and around Rolling Acres on Orkney, re vole killing, and is now under the C*tness Protection Programme.

KC’s appointed bodyguard has many aliases, Marmers, Marmite, Castro, Ginger, Oi You Get Outta THERE.

The Five Cat Gang in France are one short of a Pussy Galore ( as well as being one short of lots of other things)

There are “Virtual Arrest Warrants” being issued all over the Blogosphere for my arrest, but I am innocent of all these “Trumped-Up” charges, although on reflection, maybe I should have checked that the curtains were fully closed before Madam Spankmabum arrived to give me my French Lesson ( I’m not a very good student, & she has some interesting teaching methods)

There will be no more WikiPish Leaks for a few days, as I have to fly over to Edinburgh ( in a plane, I’m not Superman, although….) to inspect the recent snow fall. So be careful out there, & watch how you go, because if you fall, I won’t be there to catch you anymore. Farewell, & Cheery…….

PS The sun will rise tomorrow!!

T S

There’s been a wee bit in the news, of late, apart from the “Arctic Conditions” ( A plane going from Edinburgh to Lapland was delayed due to the wintry weather in Edinburgh, what’s the world coming to? Or Going to? Or with all the white stuff, what’s it been up to) about a website that is leaking “secret” communications between American Embassy’s on foreign soil, and Washington. It’s really stuff that we ALL knew was going on, but had no proof. The stuff I’ve read has made me feel, well to be honest, and I don’t remember feeling this way before, but it has made me feel very Grown-Up, very mature.

The guy that’s in charge of this Wikileaks website is, according to my sources ( that’s really me, I have resources, but no sources) is being “Hounded” It’s as if all the countries involved in the Wikileaks leaks have joined up to “GET” the founder. He has been accused of Rape, Amazon, & PayPal are refusing to have anything to do with accepting donations, or basically are “Running Scared”

The Wikileaks website has been cyber-attacked, the French are trying to get ALL ISP NOT to carry any websites attaining to Wikileaks.  and the USA has blocked access to Wikileaks for its federal employees. Sarah Palin (God Bless her sweet little heart, yeah right) has said that the founder Julian Assange should be hunted down and shot by US Special Forces (allegedly)

I have been accused of crimes I did not commit, like Julian ( is that REALLY a boys name?) although no one else was involved, and Willie dropped ALL charges.

Like Julian, (I’m still not sure about that name) my wee Bit of the Blogosphere has come under attack, my weblog posts keep disappearing.

Like Julian ( Did his parents want a girl?) I have “Funding Issues” PayPal stopped my account.

Like Julian Wikileaks there are people, out there, that DO NOT want me here, and I’ve had my share of threats, some of them have been so threateningly good, that I’ve used them myself, mostly when trying to get my lottery ticket refunded, as they’ve given me the wrong numbers again.

Like Wikileaks, I have revealed stuff, in the past, and will continue to do so in the future.

So I will be Re-Naming my Bit as WikiPish ( good eh? Very catchy? Very Original too?)

The first Wikipish thing is that Kingdom C*t gets help to do his blog, and not from Marmers, cos he’s “Thick as sh*t” according to Tadoe ( which is really Carol from France)

The Landlady “is my secret lover” so says BigMan.

Jill from EeeKkk is not a real barrister, or Bannister, or canister. Jill has made many disparaging remarks about KC, LL, Arnish, Strumpet Dragon, Calum The Moderator, The Soap Lady.

KayCee’s fpu is a secret Simon Cowell groupie, and munches on Pork pies & chips with mushy peas whilst watch the X Factor.

The Soap Lady and Les are getting down’n'dirty with each other, according to Arnish.

There is more Pish to come, it’s a drip, drip effect. So all you Bloggers and Friends out there in the Blogosphere, watch out, because I WILL Pish on you, & you, & you, & you.

Now get out of here, go on bugger off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PS I’m sorry…..

US blocks access to WikiLeaks for federal workers

Get on yer bike ya TV Tallboy and Shooooo

The pictures in this weblog posting are from many different medias. Most are by myself, using my mobile phone ( I can text, & take pix with it, but have difficulty using it to talk to peoples, it keeps cutting off, maybe it’s not the phone though? Maybe some peoples don’t want to hear my voice?) The above pic is of my Bike 2 Knowhere, in it’s “Resting Position”

For the cold bits...

The picture, above, is a “Willy-Warmer” & can be purchased online, from a retailer that takes its’ name from a South American river, & rain forest (I think?)

Maybe It's Cold Outside...

This is the view from the rear window of my Sy Penthouse

Untidy ME?

A Cold Front View

The photo on the right is the view from my front window.

The picture on the left, is of the window-sill and view from my rear.

Looking Good

A brush for those that are a bit less hairy, on top of head, than perhaps they’d like to be, but you could always get this for the “Baldy” in your life

A Really Good Read

Some Women are always looking for ways to lose weight, or fit into that “Little Black Dress” they bought years ago, & is gathering dust at the bottom of their wardrobe. Well this is the BEST way, in my opinion, to look good, lose weight, become even more “Desirable” if that’s what you want

Wind-Up toys are always popular as gifts...

This is one of those gifts that gets “All The Family” involved. Everyone will love “Willy-Racers” A great gift for all ages?

Care is needed when using this "Genital Grooming Kit"

For the man who has everything, or is a very fussy bugger to please, then this is the gift for him.

Willy/Genital area Grooming can be a fun way to “Break The Ice” or could be “Foreplay” for a loving couple.

Any males out there unsure what “foreplay” means, just Google it.

Thank you for coming to my wee Bit of the Blogosphere and feasting yer eyes on the Masterpieces that I have put together ( in a very humble tone) for your viewing pleasure. Did we learn anything by visiting here? Do we ever? I dunno? I wish I could learn something?  cheery…..

PS……………………

Is this My Sunset?

Tags: filth, picturesque, porn, sexual-delights, shagging, smut

Here is a link to the flash dance in Stornoway, at the 2010 carnival. The beautiful lead dancer, is none other than my darling daughter ( known in my Virtual Blogging World as Little Herself, or LH for short)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLzr8RRzQ4c.

You can click onto link, or copy and paste, whatever you find easiest. The sharp eyed amongst you, may spot me, (not dancing, just watching, and filling up, with pride and joy,sniff) I’m the good looking one, with the stick.

Well just watch the video, and enjoy. Cheery….

For sale   1 slightly plumpish male. In need of a complete overhaul, although can be used in present condition. No M.O.T. or tax. Has been fully serviced, but could do with a major service. Is handy about the house, toilet trained, is very reliable, however the most reliable element of this model is unreliability. Has a current, clean ( as of 1st Aug 2010) driving license. Is not very economical, fuel-wise, and does need to be kept on a short leash when out and about in public. Has been programmed to walk passed drinking establishments, but the software needs upgraded. Is good with children, and is kind to animals.

Genuine reason for selling. No time-wasters please.

If you have the time and patience ( lots & lots) this is a very loving and affectionate male.

General description…. male, has a full head of hair ( almost ) just under 6ft, not too steady on feet, needs a strict regime, has a good sense of humour, has a bad sense of humour also, likes going out for meals, hazel coloured eyes, very caring, non-smoker, a pound or two overweight. If you think that you could give this man a loving, caring, fun friendship ( perhaps more) then contact gordondavid17@yahoo.co.uk.

Thank you for coming to my little advertise-mental part of the Blogosphere, and reading this thing that I just did here. If you’ve learned anything from coming here, then the pain, torture and anguish, that I put myself through, whilst delivering this weblog posting, then it has all been worthwhile. Cheery….

PS Only females need apply

Tags: advert, cougar, nudity, sexual healing

If I tell you a secret, will you tell me a lie?

If I said I was sorry, would you still say goodbye ?

If I said that I loved you, could you still walk away?

If I knelt down before you, will you marry me today?

If I offered to change, could you change life as well?

If I showered you with roses, you’d complain that they smell?

If I stood naked before you would you want to understand?

If I could turn the clock back, should I have time on my hands?

If I lay down at your feet would you kick me on the head?

If I loaded the gun, could you shoot me dead?

If I gave you some space to let you catch your breath?

If I can’t be with you it will hasten my death

Many years ago, there was a woman, a nice caring woman, and one day this woman came across a fox, while out for a walk. She was a bit wary of the fox, but the fox did not look in a good condition, the fox was in a bad way, if the woman just carried on walking, and leaving the fox to lick his own wounds, it may have survived, but it most likely would have died. However this woman was a nice caring woman, and she wanted to help the fox. At first the fox tried to resist the attention of this woman, but eventually the fox realised that the woman was only trying to help him.

The woman took the fox back to her home, and nursed the fox back to health. She had tamed, this once wild animal, and she decided to keep the fox as a pet. This pleased the fox greatly, and he was a good pet for the woman. Then one day the fox became ill, the woman tried to help the fox, and sought advice from vets and her friends. The fox’s condition was not life threatening, and the woman did not have the time and energy to look after the fox. So the woman decided to release the fox back into the wild. The fox was scared, it had been a long time domiciled, and nearly every instinct a fox should have had evaporated many years ago.

So even though the woman was nice, caring & well thought of , in the local community, releasing the fox back into his natural habitat could be the death of the fox. Maybe the woman should have just left the fox alone that day she found him, while out for a walk? Perhaps the fox would have survived without the woman’s intervention?

Doing the right thing for the right reasons is very noble, unless you happen to be a fox?

When a loved one dies, is it a natural reaction to cry? Who are we crying for? It can’t be for the loved one, because they’re dead, they don’t know or need our tears. Do we cry for ourselves? Possibly because we don’t know how the death will affect our lives. We may be weeping because we could have saved their life, or perhaps we never listened to our loved one, when they were complaining of feeling unwell. What about those of us that DO NOT CRY at the loss of a loved one. Does that arouse suspicion? Or maybe they do their grieving in private. Cheery….

Tags: cruel 2B kind, foxy, kind 2B cruel, survival of the fittest

,A brand spanking new friend of mine was in a bit of a predicament, and asked me for assistance. Those of you peoples out there who know me, either virtually or virtual reality will know that if someone wants my help, they must be in a bad way.  I am not going to reveal the details or circumstances of the predicament; I will just say that I was able to help. Now this “Friend” was delighted that I was able to help her, and wanted to repay me in some way. I, of course, said that there was no need for her to repay me as seeing her happy, because of something that I had a hand in was gratitude enough for me. But my “Friend” was insistent, and taken aback that someone, in these days where it’s all “self, self, self” could help her out without any ulterior motive, which of course I had not. So she said that she must be able to do something for me, but I declined. Then she said “ Surely there is something that a man really needs, that only a woman can satisfy those needs” while stroking my hand & winking at me, in a very seductive manner ( does that count as multi-tasking?)So with me being a man, and like most other men, I have needs. So I eventually gave in to her persistence, and gave her a pile of clothes that needed washed & ironed. She didn’t seem too over-enthusiastic about it, but she took the clothes, & I am still waiting for her to return my beautifully ironed clothing(hopefully) It has been over a week now, and I am now wearing my underwear & socks inside-out this week, I do hope that she returns my clothing by Sunday, as that Prawn Vindaloo I had at the weekend gave me a right dose of the runs just when I ran out of loo roll, hence the appearance of more skid-marks than the M6 on a Bank Holiday on my undies.

That’s it then, thank you for coming to my little corner of the Blogosphere and reading this thing wot I did in this place wot I did it in, this place being the (in)famous Island Blogging (Could someone please inform Windows 7 or whatever number they are by the time I complete this, that Island Blogging does exist, and that it is one of the better blogging sites in the Blogosphere, even with the demise of The Flying Cat)

Have we learnt anything by coming here and reading this thing? Maybe we should just do our own washing & ironing, even if we are sh*te at it, although maybe sh*te wasn’t the appropriate word to use. Cheery……

PS If you are down to your last pair of socks and undies/shorts, wee tips for all you single blokes out there, wear your socks/undies/shorts while you have a shower/bath. Do remember to take them off BEFORE you start drying yourself. While you are waiting for them to dry, just go “Commando” for a few days. Cheery……

Tags: d8s, g8s, L8, m8s

One day not so long ago, there was this kindly young gentleman, who was accused of something that he did not do. However this kind young gentleman didn’t want to cause any trouble, so he admitted that it was him, even though it was NOT him that did the deed. Why? You may ask, go on then ask, I’ve not got all day here, thank you, did he own up to doing something that he did not do??? Well maybe it was to get out of a tricky situation? maybe it was because he knew who did the thing, and wanted to save them from embarrassment? Or maybe it was because it was such a cool thing to be accused of doing, and one that he wished he had done, that he thought ” Hey why not?”

So everybody was happy, the sinned against was happy, the sinner was happy, and, for a while The Kindly Young Gentleman was happy. Then he realised what he had done, and , well he is just another lonely soul. Cheery

We could stay here and meditate
Should not be feeling so irate
Stats and lies only agitate
No more fools to impersonate
The youth would not be in a state
If we taught them love instead of hate
Give them room let them see their fate
Show them how they can demonstrate
Teach them not to discriminate
Then let them grow and gravitate
We’re only here to mediate
There is still time so don’t be late

Is knife-crime linked to poverty?
Where did we lose our sanity?
Why should we keep our dignity?
Do we want more equality?
Can we hide our animosity?
What happenned to the honesty?
Is Them and Us reality?
How about a nice cup of tea?

The youth will need more unity
Add a drop of hilarity
Before they find their destiny
And head off to Infinity

Tags: "boing", *Kerpow*, *splat*, *whack*, oops, ouch, ow, youth

I was reading a newspaper yesterday, and I got to the “Classified Section” of the paper ( I think it was that Bombay Mix with the December 2009 sell by date, that I scoffed the night before) where one can view the latest people to have died, some peacefully, and some suddenly, although I think that there should be some limit, age wise, for someone to have died suddenly. Once one hits the three score and ten age mark, anything after that is NOT sudden. I know that there are people in their 70’s, & 80’s that are still working, or are very able people, but, if you go to church, on a Sunday, you will see a great deal more old people than young people. Some of them may well be just going to church, because they’ve got one foot in the grave, and are covering all their bets, just in case there really is a God, and at least they can say to Peter, that they went to church on a Sunday. I’ve digressed from what I wanted to do here, but just to remind all the coffin dodgers out there, 70+ not sudden.

I then came across the Accommodation To Let page, and noticed that a lot of the landlords ( and Land Lady, of course, I have kept LandLady in the singular context, because there is only one LandLady) don’t want DSS to rent their property. Why? I know not, however, they may find it a bit difficult, in the current economic climate, to find someone suitable. One entry stated that only non-smoking, God-fearing, single, working Gents, who are heterosexual, clean living, non-drinking and have no pets need apply. Firstly I had to look up heterosexual, not the meaning, but the spelling of heterosexual, although the meaning is  …Sexually oriented to persons of the opposite sex.  I got a bit side-tracked, and started looking up other meanings. Did you know that monogamy is not a type of wood? I never, well Oh yeah, sorry got lost there./ Right emm, oh yeah the ad for the accommodation to let, well I don’t think that person/gent exists anymore, in fact I doubt very much if he ever did, a working gent? Huh, yeah right….

Thank you very much for coming to this neglected little piece of the Blogosphere, that is my Virtual Home, and reading this thing that I do, in this place that I do it in. Now, have we learned anything by coming here today? Monogamy is not a type of wood? Sorry I still can’t get over that. I’m gonna check with the Oxford Dic. to make sure aboot Monogamy. While I’m there maybe I’ll check to see why Jews don’t like my Genitals, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll find out, and if I do, I’ll let you know.

Maybe it’s just the hoodies that they don’t like, and not all Genitals, you know they have a crew neck sweater on their man-bit ( that’s penis for all you grown up people out there, although I doubt many grown up people come here) and others have a Hoody on their Willie. Just a thought Cheery…. 

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