@brENzki: I can imagine a morbidly obese, penguin-faced woman staring forlornly at you through a window. And then later, her massive, flabby, pale arm draped over you as you sleep.
@brENski: I don't know Geraldine. But let me picture you this: a badly dented-headed, severely downsyndromed man in a rickety wheelchair plummeting down steep, concrete steps; his idiot head thrashing side to side as he shouts: "UUHHH NUUUR"
@brenski: I am not Gerry and I did not single you out. I used the term "people". Please get some help for your paranoia
Well, that escalated quickly...
@brENsKi: I can clearly imagine you sitting alone at a table in a pub; wearing a pair of plastic tits whilst smirking at, comparatively speaking, normal people.
@brENsKi: There is nothing at all ridiculous about my posts. I can imagine you sitting at a table in Weatherspoons with a lot of other people. The homeless-looking man sitting at the opposite end of the table has gifted you a tacky necklace to which you wear on this occasion, putting your hand over it appreciatively and making a loud meow noise when he looks over at you.
@brENsKi: So you do not deny your strange meowing then?
I am not the child-'missing' fiend Gerry McCann, nor am I the morbidly obese and the woefully unfunny Geraldine Granger!