Almost as bad as the nasty shenanigans of the Motley Crew is the bleeding heart Abolition Society of pretentious old women who come into the Pukes room bent on making the room a tea and crumpets parlor where how you hold your cup is the standard by which we all must comply or be forever scorned. Excuse me? Pukes is an uncensored room and while quality chat is always an optimum experience, we aren’t required to wear frilly frocks and silly hats and sing merrily about the weather.
If the chat bothers you and doesn’t meet your stuffy criteria, take your ass to
another room. Who needs a mother-in-law persona hanging on your neck, correcting your grammar and scolding your language and tone of voice. If we wanted censorship we would all be in a censored room. Maybe that’s where the tea room ladies should transplant themselves and stop looking down their noses in an environment where they are the misfits. Enough already, yer choking me, grandma!Ok, I’m going to my room now. Don’t thump me with your thimble.
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