Barton Upon Humber

The ****’s and sheep like *********, hang around the main bus and train station in the centre of this heap of urine stain on the south bank of the ‘umber’ to the backwards locals. I lived in this sack of ***** for 7 months and every night it was – trip de hop or whatever rhino *** they listen too, blaring out from their skips with bodykits. The local supermarket- proudfoots is also a favorite of these sad pathetic amoebas. I longed for a sniper rifle to take out every one of the fukers, when they would pass my window drinking , fighting , swearing, urinating , bricking windows and generaly causing a blight on this miserable earth.

To my credit one time I helped one of them out, it was a ******** in distress, goes to show what a nice person I am.

Still beware of this rat riveria, if your not local ie someone who has lived there your whole life- you will be cussed, stared at, sneered at and all in all made to feel a complete and utter ****… suicide rates for moshers trapped in this modern day alcatraz must be high… the police dont give a two fingered toss, they no doubt are ****’s themselves,………

How grim is your Postcode?

**** off Barton upon **** and all your ******* gobshite, illiterate, and ****** locals! over and out, norweigen death metal rules………….big kiss