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Post by freebarrygeorge on Oct 27, 2022 19:20:45 GMT
As your co-criminal Chair(slinger)man would say, you are an utter shithouse.
Everything you said you would do for the club before you were elected to the Board you have failed miserably to do.
Think we will change your name to Luc Truss (as in rupture belt)
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Post by freebarrygeorge on Oct 28, 2022 6:52:14 GMT
And you dont post on this forum do you? Someone pretending to be you? You really have not inherited your daddys genes have you?? A true disgrace to your family name I think the Jury, which includes Dennis, Andy Walker and several others, would unanimously agree on. Toots Pinocchio  |
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Post by thunderwing on Nov 3, 2022 10:06:42 GMT
Getting it off your chest is a good thing. Paraphrased to suit but soon your interpersonal effectiveness increases as your relevant thoughts and feelings are expressed and discussed. You'll notice that your emotions may become much more controllable. Trust increases in the relationship. You're likely to be more influential with the other person when they receive a fuller communication from you instead of the constant inaccurate rants that come from your pen.
You tend to keep going over and over little scenarios in your head with no sensible resolution only anger and ignorance. You are upset with someone (moi, the world, ANDY WANKER?), for instance, you constantly go over different ways of bringing up the same mythical problem(s), and then you come up with some highly amusing ways they might respond to all the different approaches you came up with. Apportioning blame is not the answer either only when it's needed as was clearly demonstrated during what you call the putsch circa 2015 et seq .
All this fruitless ruminating might even make you angry at the person for what you think they might say! My responses clearly grate you don't they? When you finally get it off your chest, all the wasted speculation is over! Or is it? I for one think that living in Bazworld must be difficult especially when it seems that your deluded contemporaries and the rest of the pseudo revolutionary squadsters have deserted the bunker to go on the run. Who really cares about them anymore? They are just a fading memory.
You need a big Egyptian breakfast and a bucket of coffee.
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