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Post by execrab on Dec 13, 2011 15:39:03 GMT
post it up, bob. maybe it was soman.
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Post by blarton fink on Dec 15, 2011 17:03:31 GMT
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Post by ewan on Dec 16, 2011 14:49:26 GMT
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Post by simonphoenix on Dec 16, 2011 15:52:08 GMT
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Post by sylious on Dec 16, 2011 18:18:45 GMT
Gartcosh (Scottish Gaelic: Gart Cois) is a village in North Lanarkshire, Scotland. The village lies a few miles east of Glasgow, and about a mile northwest of the town of Coatbridge. The name Gartcosh is derived from the Gaelic 'Gart' meaning 'field' and 'Cos' meaning 'hollow'. Though originally an agricultural village, Gartcosh is better known for the sexual deviancy of it's inhabitants. In the early 19th century there were a number of sexual assaults in the local area, mostly of an aggressive nature. After male rape became so common that inhabitants of nearby towns became scared to venture close to Gartcosh, John Byrne, the then Provost of Gartcosh, decreed that anyone found guilty of rape within Gartcosh would be forever banished. John Byrne was raped to death in 1867. Thereafter, many known psychopaths visited Gartcosh to pick up tips from the ferocious locals. Less well known about Gartcosh was a legend concerning a vicious monster, residing in the swamps on the outskirts of Gartcosh. While some have dismissed the legend of the Gartcoshian monster (who supposedly subsisted on a diet of only triple yoker eggs common to the area), as a bedtime story used to scare children; others have produced anecdotal evidence that the monster may be invoked from the swamp if the following song is sung beside the swamp: "He lives in a swamp, he looks like a turd, he's a swampthing basturd!" The first grocer shop to sell fruit to the public was opened in 2006 on the third attempt after locals burned down the shop, terrified of the vibrancy of the colours of oranges and bananas. The shop was eventually permitted to sell the new foodstuffs on the condition that all fruit was sold along with chewy sweets and a sausage. In-breeding was compulsory right up until the late 20th century when the law was changed to accomodate one Tam Sweeney who sought to marry a girl from Kilsyth. After long deliberations, the town decided to permit the marriage and the couple had the first non - pure Gartcoshian child on record. From the mid-19th century onwards, Gartcosh became prominent in the sex industry with the opening of Iron-Pants works. Iron-Pants became the most successful producer of bondage wear in victorian Britain and Gartcosh's iron pants were revered in sex clubs all over the world. After the great mass rape in Iron Pants factory of 1903, no one would accept the role of manager in the factory and Iron Pants duly closed. Industry in Gartcosh struggled thereafter and many men left Gartcosh to secure employment. Although no longer in operation, the old factory still exists and numerous European sex clubs hold monthly parties within its walls. Despite protests from some members of Gartcosh Parish Church that the sex parties are too dull and not rapey enough, the town’s council has continued to supply licences for the events. ;D 8-)excellent work |
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Post by ewan on Dec 18, 2011 15:55:37 GMT
Gartcosh (Scottish Gaelic: Gart Cois) is a village in North Lanarkshire, Scotland. The village lies a few miles east of Glasgow, and about a mile northwest of the town of Coatbridge. The name Gartcosh is derived from the Gaelic 'Gart' meaning 'field' and 'Cos' meaning 'hollow'. Though originally an agricultural village, Gartcosh is better known for the sexual deviancy of it's inhabitants. In the early 19th century there were a number of sexual assaults in the local area, mostly of an aggressive nature. After male rape became so common that inhabitants of nearby towns became scared to venture close to Gartcosh, John Byrne, the then Provost of Gartcosh, decreed that anyone found guilty of rape within Gartcosh would be forever banished. John Byrne was raped to death in 1867. Thereafter, many known psychopaths visited Gartcosh to pick up tips from the ferocious locals. Less well known about Gartcosh was a legend concerning a vicious monster, residing in the swamps on the outskirts of Gartcosh. While some have dismissed the legend of the Gartcoshian monster (who supposedly subsisted on a diet of only triple yoker eggs common to the area), as a bedtime story used to scare children; others have produced anecdotal evidence that the monster may be invoked from the swamp if the following song is sung beside the swamp: "He lives in a swamp, he looks like a turd, he's a swampthing basturd!" The first grocer shop to sell fruit to the public was opened in 2006 on the third attempt after locals burned down the shop, terrified of the vibrancy of the colours of oranges and bananas. The shop was eventually permitted to sell the new foodstuffs on the condition that all fruit was sold along with chewy sweets and a sausage. In-breeding was compulsory right up until the late 20th century when the law was changed to accomodate one Tam Sweeney who sought to marry a girl from Kilsyth. After long deliberations, the town decided to permit the marriage and the couple had the first non - pure Gartcoshian child on record. From the mid-19th century onwards, Gartcosh became prominent in the sex industry with the opening of Iron-Pants works. Iron-Pants became the most successful producer of bondage wear in victorian Britain and Gartcosh's iron pants were revered in sex clubs all over the world. After the great mass rape in Iron Pants factory of 1903, no one would accept the role of manager in the factory and Iron Pants duly closed. Industry in Gartcosh struggled thereafter and many men left Gartcosh to secure employment. Although no longer in operation, the old factory still exists and numerous European sex clubs hold monthly parties within its walls. Despite protests from some members of Gartcosh Parish Church that the sex parties are too dull and not rapey enough, the town�s council has continued to supply licences for the events. ;D 8-)excellent work har. passed a dull afternoon at work. one of my pals is from there and a few of us do this intermittently. |
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Post by bob54 on Dec 18, 2011 23:30:19 GMT
Get a fucking life
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Post by milton on Dec 19, 2011 18:29:07 GMT
That told you, ewan.
Better watch out, some spacker thinks you're wasting your time while bored at work.
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Post by positivestuart on Dec 20, 2011 11:25:41 GMT
Probably just doesn't like the good name of Gartcosh being besmirched in such a despicable manner.
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Post by blarton fink on Jan 5, 2012 14:45:43 GMT
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Post by iamdamosuzuki on Jan 5, 2012 16:48:08 GMT
BIG UP MY MAN RODNEY DANGERFIELD  |
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Post by James d on Jan 5, 2012 18:40:34 GMT
`suzuki said... BIG UP MY MAN RODNEY DANGERFIELD Wan ay the best, god rest um. Up there wi` Balushi. Mind first seein` um in "Back to School" aboot 20 years ago. "I wouldn`t mind taming your shrew!!" LOLZA!! |
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Post by blarton fink on Jan 5, 2012 18:49:03 GMT
`suzuki said... BIG UP MY MAN RODNEY DANGERFIELD Wan ay the best, god rest um. Up there wi` Balushi. Mind first seein` um in "Back to School" aboot 20 years ago. "I wouldn`t mind taming your shrew!!" LOLZA!! not caddyshack? |
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Post by lewis on Jan 5, 2012 22:27:02 GMT
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