Well, put it this way, I'm no proctologist but I know a cuntish ass-hole when I see one and seeing Frank ticks both boxes. Make no mistake Stubbs, I hate the cunt and I mean hate. The only reason I fart is to take the stench of him away... Rumour has it, he's placed me on "standby" for a full-on attack. I hardly wait as it has brought back some meaning to my life. I also hear through the grapevine that he's quite some composer? "Chantilly Lace" being just one of his penned missives. Anyway, let'