This is why I tell you don’t discuss junior-level bants performance to an external audience, @bosstrabs.

    Rhouses, ppt doesnt discuss anything other than what flavour jelly you’re having. You’re delusional if you think you are anything other.

      I don’t think Snidey Paul actually went out did he? Did he even like house music?

      I think he just came on JC (previous incarnation) to groom Smallman didn’t he?

      And they gave each other sickening bellyrubs and promised to meet up with each other.

        The promising to meet up all the time was both sickening and pitiful. Bog fillas club CV was passion in coalville 😂 Just a snidey twat in Adidas sambas who was after fingering Edwands ring piece basically. Even Pube, the only person he knew, hated him.

        rhouses This is why I tell you don’t discuss junior-level bants performance to an external audience,

          He went once to Sankeys to see Snidey Kleinenberg and never stopped going on about it.
          He knew absolutely fuck all about music and was purely around to be a massive snidey cunt. Which to be fair he did very well.
          Smallbrains lapped everything up snidey Paul said. Why? Because smallmind used to run and hide under his apron when getting leathered. Big snide would groom him and let him suckle on his batter tits until the worst had passed. Fucking fruit.

          Smallman1 BF was a regular at Sankey’s I’ll have you know.

          LOL, Smallman now Snidey Paul’s messenger pigeon from the ‘Top Table’ WhatsApp group.

          Yet he won’t log in himself despite calling himself ‘The Big Hitter’.

          What a pair of fucking morons.

            Used to make me laugh when bog filla posted the same track in ‘what you listening to?’ all the time to try and make it look like he fitted in.
            Forgotten what it was but it was a slice of cheesy obvious trance by someone like funk de void. His level was handbag house in Coalville.

              A WhatsApp group of Snidey Paul and Ed docking with each other, with Zackster hanging out the back of Ed guffawing with his horse teeth.

              Arguing over whether trance or unlistenable techno should be the soundtrack to their depravity.

              All it needs is Sean mincing around in the background in his silver hi-tops.

              Grim doesn’t describe it.