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Official local mnemonic: Forest and Fens
Postal area: Nottingham
Issued: between september 2006 and february 2007
Official local mnemonic: Forest and FensPostal area: Nottingham
Issued: between september 2006 and february 2007
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FH56 XPE
Jug Wilmoth2024-12-16 14:56:50
Dean had always been the calm one. At least, that’s what everyone thought. Tall and broad-shouldered, he carried himself with an air of quiet confidence that rarely faltered. But that day, everything changed.
It was during lunch break at Silver Pines High, the kind of high school where the food was bad, the drama was plentiful, and every action seemed bigger than life. Dean was sitting with his friends in the courtyard, enjoying the rare winter sun, when the commotion started.
Szymon, the self-proclaimed king of taunts, was at it again. He was picking on Ethan, a shy sophomore who’d made the mistake of dropping his tray in the cafeteria the day before. Szymon was relentless, circling Ethan like a predator, his voice dripping with mockery.
“Hey, Butterfingers! You planning to juggle your books today too?” Szymon sneered, his cronies laughing on cue.
Dean’s jaw tightened. He’d watched Szymon pull this act on countless others, but something about today felt different. Ethan’s face was bright red, and his hands trembled as he tried to collect his things. The crowd around them grew, sensing drama, but no one stepped forward.
“Szymon, that’s enough,” Dean called out, his voice steady but firm.
Szymon turned, his lips curling into a smirk. “Oh, look who’s playing hero today. Big ol’ Dean. What are you gonna do? Write me a strongly worded letter?”
Dean stood up slowly. At his full height, he towered over most people, including Szymon, but he rarely used his size to intimidate. Today, though, he wasn’t holding back. He stepped closer, his gaze locked on Szymon.
“I said, that’s enough,” Dean repeated, his voice like a low rumble of thunder.
Szymon, either too confident or too foolish to back down, laughed loudly. “Oh, I’m so scared. What are you gonna do, punch me? Go ahead, big guy, give it your best sh—”
Before Szymon could finish, Dean’s fist shot out, connecting squarely with Szymon’s jaw. The sound was sharp and definitive, like a firecracker in the still air. Szymon stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock as he landed on the ground with an unceremonious thud.
The courtyard went silent. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Szymon’s friends froze, unsure whether to help him or stay put. Dean stood over him, his chest heaving, his fist still clenched.
“Leave him alone,” Dean said, his voice calm but carrying a weight that made it clear he wasn’t asking.
Ethan’s eyes darted between Dean and Szymon, his face a mixture of awe and disbelief. Slowly, the crowd began to disperse, murmurs of “Did you see that?” and “Finally, someone shut him up” rippling through the air.
Szymon scrambled to his feet, holding his jaw. For once, he had nothing to say. He shot Dean a venomous glare before retreating, his entourage trailing awkwardly behind him.
Dean turned to Ethan and offered a hand. “You okay?”
Ethan nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah. Thanks.”
As Dean walked back to his seat, the adrenaline began to wear off. He knew there’d be consequences—a trip to the principal’s office, a lecture from his parents. But as he sat down and felt the weight of the moment settle, he didn’t regret a thing.
For once, someone had stood up to Szymon. And for once, Dean had let the world see the fire that burned behind his calm exterior.
Dean had always been the calm one. At least, that’s what everyone thought. Tall and broad-shouldered, he carried himself with an air of quiet confidence that rarely faltered. But that day, everything changed.
It was during lunch break at Silver Pines High, the kind of high school where the food was bad, the drama was plentiful, and every action seemed bigger than life. Dean was sitting with his friends in the courtyard, enjoying the rare winter sun, when the commotion started.
Szymon, the self-proclaimed king of taunts, was at it again. He was picking on Ethan, a shy sophomore who’d made the mistake of dropping his tray in the cafeteria the day before. Szymon was relentless, circling Ethan like a predator, his voice dripping with mockery.
“Hey, Butterfingers! You planning to juggle your books today too?” Szymon sneered, his cronies laughing on cue.
Dean’s jaw tightened. He’d watched Szymon pull this act on countless others, but something about today felt different. Ethan’s face was bright red, and his hands trembled as he tried to collect his things. The crowd around them grew, sensing drama, but no one stepped forward.
“Szymon, that’s enough,” Dean called out, his voice steady but firm.
Szymon turned, his lips curling into a smirk. “Oh, look who’s playing hero today. Big ol’ Dean. What are you gonna do? Write me a strongly worded letter?”
Dean stood up slowly. At his full height, he towered over most people, including Szymon, but he rarely used his size to intimidate. Today, though, he wasn’t holding back. He stepped closer, his gaze locked on Szymon.
“I said, that’s enough,” Dean repeated, his voice like a low rumble of thunder.
Szymon, either too confident or too foolish to back down, laughed loudly. “Oh, I’m so scared. What are you gonna do, punch me? Go ahead, big guy, give it your best sh—”
Before Szymon could finish, Dean’s fist shot out, connecting squarely with Szymon’s jaw. The sound was sharp and definitive, like a firecracker in the still air. Szymon stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock as he landed on the ground with an unceremonious thud.
The courtyard went silent. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Szymon’s friends froze, unsure whether to help him or stay put. Dean stood over him, his chest heaving, his fist still clenched.
“Leave him alone,” Dean said, his voice calm but carrying a weight that made it clear he wasn’t asking.
Ethan’s eyes darted between Dean and Szymon, his face a mixture of awe and disbelief. Slowly, the crowd began to disperse, murmurs of “Did you see that?” and “Finally, someone shut him up” rippling through the air.
Szymon scrambled to his feet, holding his jaw. For once, he had nothing to say. He shot Dean a venomous glare before retreating, his entourage trailing awkwardly behind him.
Dean turned to Ethan and offered a hand. “You okay?”
Ethan nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah. Thanks.”
As Dean walked back to his seat, the adrenaline began to wear off. He knew there’d be consequences—a trip to the principal’s office, a lecture from his parents. But as he sat down and felt the weight of the moment settle, he didn’t regret a thing.
For once, someone had stood up to Szymon. And for once, Dean had let the world see the fire that burned behind his calm exterior.
FH56 XPE
2024-12-17 08:35:15
what the fuck? Go and publish on Amazon you nobhead don't post your crappy short stories here.
what the fuck? Go and publish on Amazon you nobhead don't post your crappy short stories here.
FH56 XPE
Bristol Truck and Bus Boy2024-12-08 22:41:09
What a naughty little fella, too bad his pedo school bus is now covered in my Shit!
What a naughty little fella, too bad his pedo school bus is now covered in my Shit!
FH56 XPE
2024-12-09 13:03:34
I crept into the roof space of a local school when I had severely bad diarrhoea, moved a ceiling tile and shat all over class 4B.
I crept into the roof space of a local school when I had severely bad diarrhoea, moved a ceiling tile and shat all over class 4B.
FH56 XPE
Germy2024-12-06 08:48:39
Nope it’s gone.
I guess I’ll just have to shit myself and get one of my Wantage cleaning ladies to lick it all off my arse crack.
Nope it’s gone.
I guess I’ll just have to shit myself and get one of my Wantage cleaning ladies to lick it all off my arse crack.
FH56 XPE
Doris 2024-12-05 23:23:02
It’s back Germy, I know you love shit, so I just had to repost it, hopefully this time it stays
It’s back Germy, I know you love shit, so I just had to repost it, hopefully this time it stays
FH56 XPE
2024-12-04 02:35:09
At least he has an MOT unlike the other guy
FH56 XPE
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Tax due: 1 October 2025
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Expires: 15 January 2025
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Vehicle Details
Vehicle make
FORD
Date of first registration
February 2007
Year of manufacture
2007
Cylinder capacity
2402 cc
CO₂ emissions
0 g/km
Fuel type
DIESEL
Euro status
Not available
Real Driving Emissions (RDE)
Not available
Export marker
No
Vehicle status
Taxed
Vehicle colour
WHITE
Vehicle type approval
N2
Wheelplan
2 AXLE RIGID BODY
Revenue weight
Not available
Date of last V5C (logbook) issued
20 October 2022
At least he has an MOT unlike the other guy
FH56 XPE
✓ Taxed Vehicle FH56XPE is Taxed
Tax due: 1 October 2025
Incorrect tax status?
✓ MOT Vehicle FH56XPE has a valid MOT certificate
Expires: 15 January 2025
Incorrect MOT status?
! Warning If you've just bought this vehicle the tax or SORN doesn't come with it. You'll need to tax it before driving it.
Vehicle Details
Vehicle make
FORD
Date of first registration
February 2007
Year of manufacture
2007
Cylinder capacity
2402 cc
CO₂ emissions
0 g/km
Fuel type
DIESEL
Euro status
Not available
Real Driving Emissions (RDE)
Not available
Export marker
No
Vehicle status
Taxed
Vehicle colour
WHITE
Vehicle type approval
N2
Wheelplan
2 AXLE RIGID BODY
Revenue weight
Not available
Date of last V5C (logbook) issued
20 October 2022
FH56 XPE
Sebastian 2024-12-03 08:51:43
This guy fiddled with my pee pee until some weird sticky white stuff came out of it and he made me lick it off his hand.
This guy fiddled with my pee pee until some weird sticky white stuff came out of it and he made me lick it off his hand.
FH56 XPE
Sebastian 2024-12-03 16:51:17
I didn’t like what this bald Gregg Wallace lookalike did to my Willy Wacker.
I didn’t like what this bald Gregg Wallace lookalike did to my Willy Wacker.
FH56 XPE
Official Sebastian 2024-12-03 15:31:04
Well I’m not gonna kink shame anyone, if you like then you like it
Well I’m not gonna kink shame anyone, if you like then you like it
FH56 XPE
Official Sebastian 2024-12-03 15:30:03
Well maybe there is a different Sebastian that likes to have his dick fiddled with, but that ain’t me
Well maybe there is a different Sebastian that likes to have his dick fiddled with, but that ain’t me
FH56 XPE
Sebastian 2024-12-03 13:25:35
Are you so vain to think you are the only person called Sebastian?
Are you so vain to think you are the only person called Sebastian?
FH56 XPE
Official Sebastian 2024-12-03 13:07:03
Oh for fucks sake, just fuck off with the impostering
Oh for fucks sake, just fuck off with the impostering
FH56 XPE
2024-12-01 02:25:34
This is probably the same guy as WX55AOE,
both are bald
Both drive school mini buses
Both are impatient and try to barge in front.
Both are in Liverpool.
It’s probably the same guy (or brother)?
This is probably the same guy as WX55AOE,
both are bald
Both drive school mini buses
Both are impatient and try to barge in front.
Both are in Liverpool.
It’s probably the same guy (or brother)?
FH56 XPE
2024-12-01 02:14:50
Impatient school Minibus driver kicks off, fighting for every inch of the road and honks at a learner driver to try to get in front, in the end he only gets 2 car lengths in front.
What a unprofessional reaction from a driver who is supposed to be a professional driver and is carrying disabled kids!
Hopefully he gets reported.
Impatient school Minibus driver kicks off, fighting for every inch of the road and honks at a learner driver to try to get in front, in the end he only gets 2 car lengths in front.
What a unprofessional reaction from a driver who is supposed to be a professional driver and is carrying disabled kids!
Hopefully he gets reported.
FH56 XPE
2024-12-03 02:23:03
I think you mean Impatient, but those are disabled kids, so they might be patients, and if so he can definitely be in patient’s arsehole’s.
Cause he’s a Dirty Nonce.
I think you mean Impatient, but those are disabled kids, so they might be patients, and if so he can definitely be in patient’s arsehole’s.
Cause he’s a Dirty Nonce.
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