lucygraywoolff

March 26, 2011

Bent, masonic Scottish coppers, bent masonic Scottish sheriffs and courts, bent, masonic [non-court] solicitors, the smallest man in Christendom

Filed under: seain and eamonn what a pair of eejits, treading a fine line — lucygraywoolff @ 12:13 pm

BEWARE ALL YOU GOOD FOLKS (UNLESS YOU TOO WANT A SAMARITAN FOB, STUCK THROUGH YOUR LETTERBOX) WHO RESIDE WITHIN SCOTLAND AND IN PARTICULAR….. THE ESPECIAL AREA OF NORTH EDINBURGH. HE, THE WEE MAN, ONE OF THE DAMNED RUNS LOOSE LIKE WATERY STOOLS …UNSCHOOLED AND UNEDUCATED AND UNNOTICED.HE WOULD KILL FOR RECOGNITION.  HERE’S A LAUGH LADIES… THINKS ALL THE FEMALES WANT TO SLEEP WITH HIM….WE’D SQUASH THE FECKING MIDGET…..

If you write [no holds barred] 100% poetry and have always done throughout your life; realistically own to a distinct turn of phrase, which is truthful to the point of no return; and are directly related to Yeats…yeah YOU did not know that especial one did you seain john anthHony Bucky he who hails from a Dublin sink estate and born June 11 1966. Address c/oa firm of non-court bent and warped solicitors in Hanover Street, Edinburgh! Pity YOU put your address on calma remember that great company [started in 2005] which folded in less than 2 years..little fucking wonder YOU dumped your poisonous and toxic crap upon me……. ‘second in command’ and  THE lesser partner’ to rick, the bald headed prick = business = (counselling in the workplace) and make absolutely sure you give them core for smellor-(double barrelled) clarke’s the el, capitaine of the high seas benefit and counselling literatutre and confidentiality clause to sign…they are paying through the nose after all…unlike the Moorhousian area of deprivation toe rags, who deserve NOWT! An oirish leprechaun running a business, give me a break. Away and tar a road, navvy!

By the way folks this particular and above refrain is in relation to the most unethical, bent and twisted (in all ways) wee uneducated cunt ‘working’…(skiving more like)  in North Edinburgh since 1994″ and Ive been here eleven years so must know what I am doing’…..”!like to see my weiner…oh wait until I find it!’

Then suddenly an oirish, clod hopper ‘taller’ Dublin (what again) copper who have been in the force for 28 years…big fecking wowsers (impressed, moi???) And he who owns to a disturbing multifaceted personality. He will practically sit on your knee, touching [knees] distance, grabbing your arm, looking at your wristwatch (upchuck and smarm) ‘I loike looking into your eyes’  then on the second occasion physically threaten you, scream in your face, stop shaking hands, push past you, lunge at you, raging cunt. The poor six footer oirish dublin eamonn keen cannot even spell or write correctly. He even places an extra ‘N’ in the name eamonn, jaysus) Trying to impress the ladies, methinks he stinks to high Heaven! And folks guess what, eamonn keen is psychic because HE KNOWS one owns to an Non Harassment Order well before YOU do! And yet claims to know nought of civil courts!Lies, lies, and even more lies!

Now he’s running scared, cos he’s been warned off; the sheriffs and bent [bacp] solicitors who pay for the wee fellow’s [seain’s] case and will ensure YOU DO NOT own access to a lawyer and go on to produce fake death threats IN YOUR HUBBY’S NAME ……funny thing is wee seain, the masturbator and violent sex offender who was given HIS victim’s address, followed she and threatened she in turn; he is only four foot four inches and eamonn the strapping oirishman must have eaten HIS mince and TATTIES, the spud cruncher growing up….No TB there on his side of the tracks living in a sink estate in Dublin’s minging streets in the 1960’s eh, seain.

My mother, the best violin teacher I ever witnessed was a great one to curse people who deserved same. Well guess what…….gorgie / dalry  john [seain] john anthHony B she passed same onto I and it works…hope you and eamonn keen fry in Hell before long…..devil mend you…ashamed of your parenthood eh seainy cannot even say you were baptised, can you……as we would say you were squatting at the fire when your tinker drunken guinness swilling da was born………did you grow up in a drawer and a cot until you were thirty? Didn’t cost your tinker ma much in clothes.

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