Originally Posted by
David Vincent
I no speaky good English but I beg your ear for responding to the facts presented by Mr Organ. I spit on his comments. In my country we say "do not piss in my beetroot soup and tell me it taste better". This mean do not tell lies. I am the lady who sell the beautiful flowers made of real plastic he talk to. He say I no understand his rant. But I understand well what he want. He say "I do not want your bloody flower but if you get your gums around this I will give you a fiver". He then showed me something that looked like a male organ only it was much much smaller. I just walk away in disgust. I later see him go behind tree with an old tramp who was taking his dentures out.