Hello everybody. My Name is Trevor.  
I am currently serving a 43 year sentence at Her Majesty's Prison Wakefield 
because that fuckin Bono stiched me up. Bono is a cunt. 
I hope to be able to use this site to prove to the parole board in 2032 that I'm an innocent man 
and if I ever done something wrong it was that fuckin Bono's fault. He has ruined my life. 
I am innocent of all charges. (Except for the thing with the cat). 
I have since removed the tattoo on my head (see photo) 
first I changed the word love to hate so it said "I FUCKIN HATE YOU BONO" 
but then I thought, I still got that cunts name on my head and all them love hearts. 
So I like went over the whole thing.
I'm not going to get into all the details right now but it all started when I was in my band ME2 in the mid 70's.
This is before Punk. Back then it was just called Unk. 
Well one weekend we were booked in at the fighting cocks down in Sandy Balls, Hampshire 
and on the second night a young spotty kid was with us backstage. 
We were all having a laugh and that, he didn't mind being passed around and we didn't have to give him any speed either. 
As he was wiping his chin before leaving I said, I said son, you realy know how to rattle and hum down there. 
You keep that up and you'll go places. Now fuck off. 
Well shortly after that the band broke up, cant remember why but it was Bono's fault, 
but this little prick Bono knew where I drank so he'd be down all the time coming in my ear 
"Hey ME2 I'm U2" ends up he says he's got a band that does "easy listening" versions of our songs. 
I told the little fuck to fuck off, see I'd already had him. Trevor dont do second helpings. 
Well he kept it up for a while, following me. 
I'd catch him peeping through the shelves at Tescos and calling me at home and not say nothing.
When his band started getting big thats when it stopped. I thought, finally the little cunt's got over me.
Then a couple of years later I had a job setting up Elton John's piano at the live aid gig. 
I was bending over bolting the thing down when I got a right slap on the arse. I look around and who do I see?
Only fuckin Bono on the other side of the stage laughing with his mates. Well I went over and gave him one back.
Then he was like feigning surprise and acting like he didn't know me and going "security, security" the cunt.
He fucking knew I was working for Elton and only did that gig because he knew Trevor was there. 
So anyway long story short - When I did all those crimes against humanity they said I did - it wasn't me. 
That fucking BONO stiched me up!
Now over the years the little cunt kept it up. Following me everywhere like one of them stalkers you read about on TMZ. 
Sometimes I never even saw him for months but I could feel him watching me.
Like a cold breath down the back of my neck.
Here's some examples of when Bono was caught stalking me or one of my mates because he was trying to get at me. 

CUNT EXAMPLE 1:

In 1987 I was in a pub and put my pint down to take a piss. When I got back someone had taken a sip out of it. 
I asked around and the barmaid told me that Bono was in. 
He didn't get served 'cause he only had Irish money so he tried to skull mine but Frank set his dog on him which made him run away. 
And he nicked a ashtray. What A Cunt ! 


CUNT EXAMPLE 2:

A mate told me he was in a cinema watching that 'Father of the bride' with Steve Martin. 
Well Bono was sitting right in the front row yelling out 'Sunday bloody Sunday' through the whole movie. 
My mate was going to sort him out but he'd done his leg in earlier kicking in some door. Bono is a Cunt !



CUNT EXAMPLE 3:

One day I was in a fish and chip shop getting my dinner. 
I could feel some fucker watching me from behind. It was Bono.
Without hesitating I turned around, threw him over the counter and stuck his feet in the chip oil. 
It wasn't Bono but I fucking bet Bono sent him.

 
UPDATE>>>>>> O.K. So I see Wikipedia is using this site as a Bono reference so I'll tell abit more of the story.
 
Years later I had this job as a bubble bath supervisor at this fancy country club.
Well who walks in? Fucking U2. 
They were all really depressed about all them hungry babies in Africa so they flew out to the club for a hot meal and a soothing bubble bath. 
Anyway, we ended up having a laugh about the old days and sorta put it all behind us. 
He told me he was gonna leave the band because the drummer Larry was a real prick. 
So he quit for a while and came worked for me.

This is a picture of when I made up Bono for some sort of high court christmas party as I remember. God bless him, he done alright. 
He kept on with "I dont like eyeliner,I dont like eyeliner.." now the cunt wears it every day. I got him on to that. 
Trevor was the first to put eyeliner on Bono. Everytime there's a picture of Bono when you see his eyes I should get a pack of cigarettes.
And I was the first to put the big glasses on him. To help him out. He sustained some splash damage and now he got real sensitive eyes.  
Actually there's a little more to this photo. 
Reason he got a strained expression is that one of them old judges put a spider monkey in Bono's pants. 
He really earnt his money. Bono was all scratched up after that. I didn't know whether to take him to a doctor or a vet. 
Dont know what happened to the monkey. He sorta just disappeared.

  And here's the famous pic of when I just introduced him to Bill Clinton.
 
   Bill had is secret service goons kidnap me and fly me out to some villa in Benidorm. 
             Bill was in the pool on one them blow up chairs holding a big poofy cocktail. 
He looks right at me with this right evil look and goes "Bring me the Bono."
  So I fuckin had to din I. I din't know what Bill was going to do with him so just to be on the safe side I really shopped Bono around for a week. 
 Rented him out to real cruel lesbians and that. He knew he had to build up his pain tolerance because we didn't know what Bill was capable of. 
     Bono knew you gota take some shit if you wanna save the world so he took the work. He's a cunt, but he aint stupid.
 Here's me doing him up. 
 

 So Bill filmed it and all. Gave Bono a copy so he wouldn't forget. The sick fuck. Here's a bit of it. 
   I know it aint good quality. Bill's shit at lighting.
 
  I throw up my dinner thinking about it. And where are you now Bill? I get you the fluff, I got what you wanted and what have you done for me?
Remember when you said "Thanks Trevor, you're a credit to your nation bla bla bla.."
Well where's that thanks now Bill? Bono's done a right number on me and I'm the one here looking the picture. Holdin on to other peoples secrets. 
  I gotta count pubic hair at night to send me to sleep. And Bill, I got a bloddy lot of them. This is all making me feel quite unhinged.
Get me out of prison Bill or I'm gonna write a fucking tell all book. I'll call it 
"Bill and Bono in the edge of glory"
  So Bono - you stiched me up. I put you in work, I help hide ya fuckin money and you stich me up.
You're like a rusty shower head - always pissing on people. 
You're like recycled sausage meat. You get in people's mouths but they don't know what it is.
 Get out of the cupboard. You're not a cup.
  I can hear you laughing at me from here you cunt. 
   And no one cares that you're Jewish so stop makin up stories that ya mum had ya cut to keep it clean. Thats bullshit.
	 But I still fucking love you.
 

I mean why the fuck would you get a tattoo of your dead dog on your arse?

I mate of mine said Bono used this book to get rid of the tattoo I gave him. He had "POT" (property of Trevor) written on his cock. You could only see it when he was hard and he never was so I dont know why he bothered.

This is Bono's dildo shop to the stars. We spent 20 million dollars on dildos cause we had to hide some money from the IRA.
Then we thought "fuck, what we gonna do with all these dildos??" So now he sells them to all his arty fuck friends in Hollywood.

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