Ape™️ Posted April 18, 2016 Report Share Posted April 18, 2016 Just now, witheredscrote said: You are more interested in glory holes these days. I know , ret your finger .. fuck off Withers. Psychic French cunt. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bubba C Posted April 18, 2016 Author Report Share Posted April 18, 2016 17 minutes ago, Ape said: Yeah good point - I can't take any more tales of glory days. Now, fuck off. Much better. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
scotty Posted April 18, 2016 Report Share Posted April 18, 2016 I see we're all getting along nicely. Again. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bubba C Posted April 18, 2016 Author Report Share Posted April 18, 2016 6 minutes ago, scotty said: I see we're all getting along nicely. Again. Fuck off Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Quincy Cockfingers Posted April 18, 2016 Report Share Posted April 18, 2016 1 hour ago, Ape said: Yeah good point - I can't take any more tales of glory days. Now, fuck off. Stick to glory holes, northern bandit Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ape™️ Posted April 18, 2016 Report Share Posted April 18, 2016 3 minutes ago, Quincy Cockfingers said: Stick to glory holes, northern bandit The French shit-fuck beat you to it wih the glory hole comment Quincy, you soppy cunt. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Earl of Punkape Posted April 18, 2016 Report Share Posted April 18, 2016 How about a photo of your "Mrs" on Cuntscorner Ape ? Perhaps one of her at a dogging session in your local Tesco car park ? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ape™️ Posted April 18, 2016 Report Share Posted April 18, 2016 Just now, Punkape said: How about a photo of your "Mrs" on Cuntscorner Ape ? Perhaps one of her at a dogging session in your local Tesco car park ? I see you've been re-booted. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Witheredscrote Posted April 18, 2016 Report Share Posted April 18, 2016 1 hour ago, Ape said: I see you've been re-booted. Go and have a rest Ape . I will tell everybody to fuck off for you if you like.No charge/Gratuit Fuck off Punkape Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bubba C Posted April 18, 2016 Author Report Share Posted April 18, 2016 1 hour ago, luke swarm said: I think even they know they are talking bollocks......despite all the whinging and handwringing about the supposed golden years...these cunts still infest this site......staying on the sidelines..tutting disapprovingly, whispering among themselves as they glare at the cunts who they consider common and uncuntworthy. Yet here they remain, remnants of a cunt era that never was. In the interests of research, Luke, I had a little peek at some of the posts in the old forum, just so I could make an educated judgment on the whole debate. I think the highlight had to be the nom 'Carol Vorderman is a cunt for looking good at 51'. With that, the defence rests, the old site was fucking shit. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ape™️ Posted April 18, 2016 Report Share Posted April 18, 2016 1 minute ago, witheredscrote said: Go and have a rest Ape . I will tell everybody to fuck off for you if you like.No charge/Gratuit Fuck off Punkape Merci, con. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Quincy Cockfingers Posted April 18, 2016 Report Share Posted April 18, 2016 39 minutes ago, Ape said: The French shit-fuck beat you to it wih the glory hole comment Quincy, you soppy cunt. Oh my, how embarrassing - what must you all think of me ! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ape™️ Posted April 18, 2016 Report Share Posted April 18, 2016 1 minute ago, Quincy Cockfingers said: Oh my, how embarrassing - what must you all think of me ! Where to fucking start...... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest N/A Posted April 21, 2016 Report Share Posted April 21, 2016 On 18 April 2016 at 4:07 PM, Bubbles said: Carol Ann Duffy, is a rug-munching, drivel-spouting Jock who works at Manchester Metropolitan University. If the above wasn't enough for her to be classed one of the U.K's biggest cunts, she is also Britain's Poet Laureate, and for an additional income of about £25-30k p.a, she can pen ditties about 'major' news events. Some of her best work includes 'Achilles', about Beckham's foot, a sonnet about the MP's expenses scandal and 'The Counties' about Royal Mail removing counties from postal addresses. Her most recent work could be her best yet http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-36072091 Poetry......paid £30k.....is she for fucking real? This is the 21st century......not much call for regailing poems around a cracking fire place in pre Netflix Britain of yesteryear with Lord George (get out of town) Byron ........unless you live in boreton on the water. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cuntybaws Posted March 13, 2021 Report Share Posted March 13, 2021 On 18/04/2016 at 16:07, Bubba C said: Carol Ann Duffy, is a rug-munching, drivel-spouting Jock who works at Manchester Metropolitan University. If the above wasn't enough for her to be classed one of the U.K's biggest cunts, she is also Britain's Poet Laureate, and for an additional income of about £25-30k p.a, she can pen ditties about 'major' news events. Some of her best work includes 'Achilles', about Beckham's foot, a sonnet about the MP's expenses scandal and 'The Counties' about Royal Mail removing counties from postal addresses. Her most recent work could be her best yet http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-36072091 I happened upon this nomination of yesteryear quite by chance, and thought I'd confirm the sheer fucking awfulness of Duffy's work by letting you read the actual poem, which hadn't been written yet when Bubba originally posted. METERS Found by torchlight fingering gloom inside the cupboard under the stairs or in the hall, clamped to the wall; in kitchen, garage, utility-room, in bedsit, bungalow, semi-detached, tenement, high-rise, council flat, The Rochdale Electric, K. & J. White, Ferranti, James and Graham & Co., measuring energy, consumed and used by gas-oven, wireless, 2-bar fire, 40-watt lightbulb, 13-amp fuse… for the whumf of the flame on the water-heater it was shillings or florins into the meter. Shillings or florins into the meter in London, Liverpool, Llanystumdwy, Perth, Prestatyn, Prestwich, Poole, for the weekly bath, the hard-boiled egg, too near the fire, the corned-beef leg, the gramophone, the Christmas Tree lights, the pan on the cooker simmering tripe, Hoover, kettle, twin-tub, lamp, sheets, shirts, steaming, damp under the iron, the television newly-installed for the Coronation… then the luxury of central heating and quarterly bills and a meter reading. Quarterly bills and a meter reading by the man from the Gas, Electricity Board, polite, peak-capped, alert for dogs, checking the digits under the disc, the whirring wheel, the soft tick of monitored moments skyping, googling, downloading, scanning, Facebooking; out at sea the wind-farms churning air into profit, the salty breeze powering the big flatscreen TVs, the underfloor heating, costs mounting… the kilowatt hours burning, turning, meters, like monks in their cells, counting. Like monks in cells, the meters, counting well-thumbed, numbered days and nights beneath the energy-saving lights as though murmuring prayers, clicking beads to the switching On and Off of needs; each private, domestic revolution circling the time of its own extinction when mechanical meters, old Latin tomes, stand behind glass in hushed museums, gun-metal grey, silvery, black, from household goods to artefacts… while digital, internet meters glean that History’s bill to the Future’s green. History’s bill to the Future’s green. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
camberwell gypsy Posted March 13, 2021 Report Share Posted March 13, 2021 7 hours ago, Cuntybaws said: I happened upon this nomination of yesteryear quite by chance, and thought I'd confirm the sheer fucking awfulness of Duffy's work by letting you read the actual poem, which hadn't been written yet when Bubba originally posted. METERS Found by torchlight fingering gloom inside the cupboard under the stairs or in the hall, clamped to the wall; in kitchen, garage, utility-room, in bedsit, bungalow, semi-detached, tenement, high-rise, council flat, The Rochdale Electric, K. & J. White, Ferranti, James and Graham & Co., measuring energy, consumed and used by gas-oven, wireless, 2-bar fire, 40-watt lightbulb, 13-amp fuse… for the whumf of the flame on the water-heater it was shillings or florins into the meter. Shillings or florins into the meter in London, Liverpool, Llanystumdwy, Perth, Prestatyn, Prestwich, Poole, for the weekly bath, the hard-boiled egg, too near the fire, the corned-beef leg, the gramophone, the Christmas Tree lights, the pan on the cooker simmering tripe, Hoover, kettle, twin-tub, lamp, sheets, shirts, steaming, damp under the iron, the television newly-installed for the Coronation… then the luxury of central heating and quarterly bills and a meter reading. Quarterly bills and a meter reading by the man from the Gas, Electricity Board, polite, peak-capped, alert for dogs, checking the digits under the disc, the whirring wheel, the soft tick of monitored moments skyping, googling, downloading, scanning, Facebooking; out at sea the wind-farms churning air into profit, the salty breeze powering the big flatscreen TVs, the underfloor heating, costs mounting… the kilowatt hours burning, turning, meters, like monks in their cells, counting. Like monks in cells, the meters, counting well-thumbed, numbered days and nights beneath the energy-saving lights as though murmuring prayers, clicking beads to the switching On and Off of needs; each private, domestic revolution circling the time of its own extinction when mechanical meters, old Latin tomes, stand behind glass in hushed museums, gun-metal grey, silvery, black, from household goods to artefacts… while digital, internet meters glean that History’s bill to the Future’s green. History’s bill to the Future’s green. Obviously a cunt. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
King Billy Posted March 14, 2021 Report Share Posted March 14, 2021 13 hours ago, camberwell gypsy said: Obviously a cunt. Absolute shite, but even worse is the fact that I read the garbage right to the end, hoping it would get better, which it obviously didn't. If anything it got worse. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bubba C Posted April 2, 2021 Author Report Share Posted April 2, 2021 On 13/03/2021 at 14:25, Cuntybaws said: I happened upon this nomination of yesteryear quite by chance, and thought I'd confirm the sheer fucking awfulness of Duffy's work by letting you read the actual poem, which hadn't been written yet when Bubba originally posted. METERS Found by torchlight fingering gloom inside the cupboard under the stairs or in the hall, clamped to the wall; in kitchen, garage, utility-room, in bedsit, bungalow, semi-detached, tenement, high-rise, council flat, The Rochdale Electric, K. & J. White, Ferranti, James and Graham & Co., measuring energy, consumed and used by gas-oven, wireless, 2-bar fire, 40-watt lightbulb, 13-amp fuse… for the whumf of the flame on the water-heater it was shillings or florins into the meter. Shillings or florins into the meter in London, Liverpool, Llanystumdwy, Perth, Prestatyn, Prestwich, Poole, for the weekly bath, the hard-boiled egg, too near the fire, the corned-beef leg, the gramophone, the Christmas Tree lights, the pan on the cooker simmering tripe, Hoover, kettle, twin-tub, lamp, sheets, shirts, steaming, damp under the iron, the television newly-installed for the Coronation… then the luxury of central heating and quarterly bills and a meter reading. Quarterly bills and a meter reading by the man from the Gas, Electricity Board, polite, peak-capped, alert for dogs, checking the digits under the disc, the whirring wheel, the soft tick of monitored moments skyping, googling, downloading, scanning, Facebooking; out at sea the wind-farms churning air into profit, the salty breeze powering the big flatscreen TVs, the underfloor heating, costs mounting… the kilowatt hours burning, turning, meters, like monks in their cells, counting. Like monks in cells, the meters, counting well-thumbed, numbered days and nights beneath the energy-saving lights as though murmuring prayers, clicking beads to the switching On and Off of needs; each private, domestic revolution circling the time of its own extinction when mechanical meters, old Latin tomes, stand behind glass in hushed museums, gun-metal grey, silvery, black, from household goods to artefacts… while digital, internet meters glean that History’s bill to the Future’s green. History’s bill to the Future’s green. I’m a cunt quite ahead of my time. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stubby Pecker Posted April 2, 2021 Report Share Posted April 2, 2021 2 hours ago, Bubba C said: I’m a cunt quite ahead of my time. Time for you to fuck off again, this time for good Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bubba C Posted April 2, 2021 Author Report Share Posted April 2, 2021 54 minutes ago, Stubby Pecker said: Time for you to fuck off again, this time for good Stubbs! How are the mongs? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stubby Pecker Posted April 2, 2021 Report Share Posted April 2, 2021 Just now, Bubba C said: Stubbs! How are the mongs? Even bigger cunts than last time you asked, wankstain But never mind that shite, it’s the Mongs here that really worry me. I’m not even allowed to call them the irrelevant spastics they clearly are. Admin are acting like proper tits due to a bit of light poking with a stick covered in dog shite and the nerve of some punters to challenge their rule of law Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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