| Comment | A few years ago, my mate was the priest in charge of a church in Hyndland. The church had been approached by a mobile phone company to put a mast on the roof. The congregation were okay with it (I think), so my mate asked the local community. Frankie Boyle lives in the area, came along to a meeting, and told my mate that if the phone mast went up, Frankie would call the cops and accuse my mate of being a kiddie-fiddler.
Not really found the cunt funny since then. |
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