Frank

Knock, knock. Who's there? Mrs Cuntman. I don't think so. No.

You fucking idiot.

There will only ever be one Frank. I miss you Pen. Bisous.

Shut up, Ape. Stupid cunt.

She may not look as great as she once did, but my God she's special! Try watching this without a trouser twitch at 4:20. Fuck off. lol LOL

I’ve decided to end it all. I lost my sister in the Marchioness disaster at Cannon Street in ‘89. I’m back here now and I’m going to join her at midnight. Goodbye William.

I’m done, spot. I’ve just eaten my last meal at a Turkish next door to Fabric. I can’t stand myself. Unless a fellow moderator intervenes, I’ll be live streaming my final words via SSL here at midnight. Cover your arse you lanky old cunt.

Step aside, BubbaFuckingC. Loathsome sap.

Sitting in a quiet bar in Theresa Town, Budapest, and they play this. I’m thinking of you, Eric.

There’s a lot going on in your posts.. even the short ones. It’s all too busy, and it makes me sick. Otherwise it’s great having a new regular. Welcome aboard.

Don’t rise to this shit, quince. I’m targeting a certain member and I’d be grateful if you’d keep you’re fucking EG nose out of it.

I’m the best on here.

What do you know, you sly fuck? She copied my oxblood Bottega Veneta clutch bag exactly, to the stitch, for no more than 600 Dirham.

I’m in the medina having a coffee with Fahawa, a fine leathersmith. She’s got an extra thumb. I’ve ordered two gym bags - a hermès knock-off without logo - in navy.