Frank

Reported.

‘Even your two dot ellipsis ner ne ner nerrr bla......’ Listen to yourself, man.

I like Wolfie.. he suffers. You’re a detestable little prick who needs a slap. If I come for you, you’ll know all about it. You've been warned.

Superb, Ratcum. Fruitcake.

Your four-for-one shit is wearing very thin. ‘Pen, Withers, Frank.. naaa naa na naaa naaah, you’re all faacking shitcuuuunts’. Fuck off, Decimus. You’ve lost it, boy.

Fuck off. Repetitive fucking dickhead.

Give it a rest you clueless cunt.

Yes, I’m angry. It’s all shit, Wolfie. I’ve got fuckwit adolescent Billy in one ear, your carefully constructed insecure bollocks in the other, Withers topping the leaderboard, and now the return of Stubby Pecker.. posting in the style of a late-night bingo caller. Your fear of making the odd typo has zapped any comedy you might have in your tiny suburban mind. Loosen up you stupid fucking cunt.

Okay.

Punk has a point. I realise that almost everything appears in either black or white for you oldtimers, but fuck me, Alf, use your loaf.

Fuck right off.

I feel for you, ed. I really do. I spent the entire evening at Barnet General A&E on Sunday night. My poor mum’s catheter was filling up with blood and I had to sit there for almost 5 hours amongst all those cunts. Those poor, poor nurses. Fortunatey a nice Bangladeshi Uber-man eventually dropped us back to Mill Hill. Mum said he was a lovely chap.. for a paki.

Fuck off, Wolfie.. cunt. This is shit.

You thick fucking cunt.

I don’t know who you are. Nevertheless.. noted.