Thread: British woman kills, mutilates daughter

A mother hacks her four-year-old daughter to death while listening to the Koran on her gay dildo player...

http://www.sify.com/news/british-wom...sq4mejcgi.html

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage...l-of-four.html

http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/top-sto...5875-22791253/

muslims have a holiday where they celebrate some cunt slitting his own sons throat. What a bunch of dick heads.

Originally Posted by Empressario

A mother hacks her four-year-old daughter to death while listening to the Koran on her gay dildo player...

http://www.sify.com/news/british-wom...sq4mejcgi.html

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage...l-of-four.html

http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/top-sto...5875-22791253/

I have previousley lived at Clapton where this happened. Its in Londons east end, obviously some night mare nigger muslim hell hole, its right next to Islington where the Borgouise comedy Absolutley Fabulous is set, Londons funny like that.

Fuck, whimpering toothless chav you are right, I just checked a map. I never thought Islington was near the E.End as I'd assumed it was all around Brick Lane or the docklands which is pain to get to. I used to live near the Angel Tube station. Using the tube map and getting around on it does distort one's sense of a place to match the tube map & the time it takes to get around. The actual distances can be quite different.

I lived in the ends for about 5 years, I had a place in an apartment block called millbourne house in Hackney, we nicknamed it still-born house, it was a roach infested hell hole that looked like it belonged in a concentration camp. I had a sign hanging on my door saying "Anyone attempting to break into these premises will be stabbed in the face with a fucking screwdriver!" I don't know what the ends look like now but back in those days it was a bleak sinister decaying nightmare, people got found dead in stairwells, people got shot dead in pubs. I had many nefarious adventures from kings mead estate to eastham, even robbed a wine bar, there was a dozen of us running through Hackney with hospital laundry bags full of wine and spirits we liberated. The flat floor was literally full of bottles as we divided em up laughing our heads off. We even broke into Hackney museum, straight through the front doors. There was a Marc Bolan exhibition of all his costumes, he was a local lad, we were going to put them on and go over to the samuel pepys pub over the road where the cast of Eastenders hung out, we missed the exhibition by 1 day but we let a tramp into the museum so he had somewhere warm and dry to sleep. Good times.