Guest Wizardsleeve Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 32 minutes ago, Back door specialist said: have i touched a raw nerve? Hardly. You haven't the intellectual capacity touch a raw nerve...or a woman...or even yourself, you unequivocal fucking spastic! I seriously doubt you could muster the fortitude to touch a rent boy if you were given full consent to do so, you spineless soppy pile of shit! Fuck off Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Back door specialist Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 1 minute ago, Ape said: What a wonderful thing to aspire to - being a stupid cunt. I'm only trying to fit in with the rest of you stupid cunts, so far, I'm not doing a bad job am i? If any of you have any doubts just take a look at all of your posts over the last 48 hours, you bunch of cunting has-beens. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snowy Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 1 minute ago, Spanky said: I'm not sure anyone is is going to be thanking you for enticing Back Door Specialist into the fray. He seems to be going down as well as a bucket a sicked up dog food. With AIDS. Tertiary AIDS at that. The subject was about a gaydar it inticed backdoor shuffler, Im thinking that manky might be on to the right algorithm from hind site. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Spanky Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 5 minutes ago, Snowflake said: The subject was about a gaydar it inticed backdoor shuffler, Im thinking that manky might be on to the right algorithm from hind site. Good point. Manky always struck me as being an expert in quantitative bum-banditry. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eric Cuntman Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 1 hour ago, Bubba C said: Everyone wants you dead. Fuck off. Good old Bubba, subtle as a 14Lb hammer brought down on a bag of newborn orphans. Don't ever change. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Roadkill Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 32 minutes ago, Back door specialist said: I've been called a cunt for the last 48 hours do you see me moaning about it? You big girls blouse You're crushed, aren't you? I can tell - the desperate need to have the last word on every argument, the use of emojis to hide the burning hatred that you truly feel for all of us. You think you have potential and you can't understand - cant even fathom - why you are being barraged by hostile comments from all sides. Your colleagues and friends think you're a witty guy - the guy who always has a smart remark up his sleeve in any situation. So why?? Why do these strangers on this strange little forum you've stumbled upon not understand? You're funny, dammit! They should embrace your cavalier attitude and your devil-may-care posting style! And then, suddenly, the facade crumbles. You realize you're nothing but trash. The act doesn't work here, they see you for what you really are and you begin to understand it yourself. You're nothing. Your colleagues and friends probably only say those things because they feel sorry for you. Something inside your head snaps. You shut off your Samsung tablet and go into the bathroom. In the cabinet on the wall, next to the tooth paste and Anusol suppositories is a bottle of Paracetamol. You down the entire thing and lie on your bed, hoping to fall asleep before you feel the effects of the overdose - but you aren't so lucky. You die convulsing in agony on the floor of your bedroom, covered in shit and puke as your organs shut down one by one. Your former friends and colleagues forget about you in a week and your untended gravestone lies face down in an untended corner of the cemetery, kicked over and pissed on by drunken chavs. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Spanky Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 2 minutes ago, Roadkill said: You're crushed, aren't you? I can tell - the desperate need to have the last word on every argument, the use of emojis to hide the burning hatred that you truly feel for all of us. You think you have potential and you can't understand - cant even fathom - why you are being barraged by hostile comments from all sides. Your colleagues and friends think you're a witty guy - the guy who always has a smart remark up his sleeve in any situation. So why?? Why do these strangers on this strange little forum you've stumbled upon not understand? You're funny, dammit! They should embrace your cavalier attitude and your devil-may-care posting style! And then, suddenly, the facade crumbles. You realize you're nothing but trash. The act doesn't work here, they see you for what you really are and you begin to understand it yourself. You're nothing. Your colleagues and friends probably only say those things because they feel sorry for you. Something inside your head snaps. You shut off your Samsung tablet and go into the bathroom. In the cabinet on the wall, next to the tooth paste and Anusol suppositories is a bottle of Paracetamol. You down the entire thing and lie on your bed, hoping to fall asleep before you feel the effects of the overdose - but you aren't so lucky. You die convulsing in agony on the floor of your bedroom, covered in shit and puke as your organs shut down one by one. Your former friends and colleagues forget about you in a week and your untended gravestone lies face down in an untended corner of the cemetery, kicked over and pissed on by drunken chavs. Are you making your own text based adventure on the old Dell? Or was that Space Quest 4? I never did finish that one. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eric Cuntman Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 42 minutes ago, Back door specialist said: Nope, I aim to be the biggest cunt on here, you just don't like competition do you? In order to achieve this goal, I would suggest challenging Bill to a fight. Aberystwyth train station car park would be a good venue. Post a photograph of an empty Kronenbourg can as proof that you turned up. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bubba C Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 9 minutes ago, Roadkill said: You're crushed, aren't you? I can tell - the desperate need to have the last word on every argument, the use of emojis to hide the burning hatred that you truly feel for all of us. You think you have potential and you can't understand - cant even fathom - why you are being barraged by hostile comments from all sides. Your colleagues and friends think you're a witty guy - the guy who always has a smart remark up his sleeve in any situation. So why?? Why do these strangers on this strange little forum you've stumbled upon not understand? You're funny, dammit! They should embrace your cavalier attitude and your devil-may-care posting style! And then, suddenly, the facade crumbles. You realize you're nothing but trash. The act doesn't work here, they see you for what you really are and you begin to understand it yourself. You're nothing. Your colleagues and friends probably only say those things because they feel sorry for you. Something inside your head snaps. You shut off your Samsung tablet and go into the bathroom. In the cabinet on the wall, next to the tooth paste and Anusol suppositories is a bottle of Paracetamol. You down the entire thing and lie on your bed, hoping to fall asleep before you feel the effects of the overdose - but you aren't so lucky. You die convulsing in agony on the floor of your bedroom, covered in shit and puke as your organs shut down one by one. Your former friends and colleagues forget about you in a week and your untended gravestone lies face down in an untended corner of the cemetery, kicked over and pissed on by drunken chavs. I've just cum. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snowy Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 Just now, Bubba C said: I've just cum. long wank. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Roadkill Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 2 minutes ago, Spanky said: Are you making your own text based adventure on the old Dell? Or was that Space Quest 4? I never did finish that one. Last time I posted something like this to a boring cunt he disappeared. I'm seeing if I can get the same result here. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bubba C Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 Just now, Snowflake said: long wank. I'd been at it for hours, just needed the final push. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Wizardsleeve Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 8 minutes ago, Roadkill said: You're crushed, aren't you? I can tell - the desperate need to have the last word on every argument, the use of emojis to hide the burning hatred that you truly feel for all of us. You think you have potential and you can't understand - cant even fathom - why you are being barraged by hostile comments from all sides. Your colleagues and friends think you're a witty guy - the guy who always has a smart remark up his sleeve in any situation. So why?? Why do these strangers on this strange little forum you've stumbled upon not understand? You're funny, dammit! They should embrace your cavalier attitude and your devil-may-care posting style! And then, suddenly, the facade crumbles. You realize you're nothing but trash. The act doesn't work here, they see you for what you really are and you begin to understand it yourself. You're nothing. Your colleagues and friends probably only say those things because they feel sorry for you. Something inside your head snaps. You shut off your Samsung tablet and go into the bathroom. In the cabinet on the wall, next to the tooth pase and Anusol suppositories is a bottle of Paracetamol. You down the entire thing and lie on your bed, hoping to fall asleep before you feel the effects of the overdose - but you aren't so lucky. You die convulsing in agony on the floor of your bedroom, covered in shit and puke as your organs shut down one by one. Your former friends and colleagues forget about you in a week and your untended gravestone lies face down in an untended corner of the cemetery, kicked over and pissed on by drunken chavs. RK, for a site called Cunts Corner, you've been more than generous with sage like advice and compassion for the savage. At this point, he has reduced himself to a trapped animal gnawing off his own appendage to escape and bleed to death. Humane protocol would be to just shoot him and end his suffering, but I wouldn't object to see you kick the the piece of shit while he's down a few times. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snowy Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 (edited) 5 minutes ago, Wizardsleeve said: RK, for a site called Cunts Corner, you've been more than generous with sage like advice and compassion for the savage. At this point, he has reduced himself to a trapped animal gnawing off his own appendage to escape and bleed to death. Humane protocol would be to just shoot him and end his suffering, but I wouldn't object to see you kick the the piece of shit while he's down a few times. If all this gets quoted ill be scrolling for weeks by the end... Edited September 11, 2017 by Snowflake haven't got dings multi quote skills Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Back door specialist Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 3 minutes ago, Wizardsleeve said: Hardly. You haven't the intellectual capacity touch a raw nerve...or a woman...or even yourself, you unequivocal fucking spastic! I seriously doubt you could muster the fortitude to touch a rent boy if you were given full consent to do so, you spineless soppy pile of shit! Fuck off Yep, that raw nerve of yours is still twitching isn't it? As your avatar suggests, you are probably a clapped-out old cunt who can't find his own dick anymore, you've probably reached the stage where you are pissing and shitting yourself, you've most likely long forgotten what your dick is for, you poor bastard, your reference to rent boys is quite revealing though, before you kissed your tiny phallus goodbye, was that your preferred interest? You must have had to pay the boys extra to ensure they wouldn't take the piss out of your barely noticeable phallus? Is that twitch becoming worse as you read this? I'll bet it is you clapped-out boy-fucker!!!!. Do you have home help? You know, for help with your personal hygiene and changing your shit-stained bedding and washing your piss-soaked Y-fronts. Why don't you have a nice warm mug of Ovaltine, take a long drag from the joint you're clutching in that arthritic hand of yours, put your false teeth to soak and fuck off to bed!! , Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Wizardsleeve Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 10 minutes ago, Snowflake said: If all this gets quoted ill be scrolling for weeks by the end... So few do! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Wizardsleeve Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 1 minute ago, Back door specialist said: Yep, that raw nerve of yours is still twitching isn't it? As your avatar suggests, you are probably a clapped-out old cunt who can't find his own dick anymore, you've probably reached the stage where you are pissing and shitting yourself, you've most likely long forgotten what your dick is for, you poor bastard, your reference to rent boys is quite revealing though, before you kissed your tiny phallus goodbye, was that your preferred interest? You must have had to pay the boys extra to ensure they wouldn't take the piss out of your barely noticeable phallus? Is that twitch becoming worse as you read this? I'll bet it is you clapped-out boy-fucker!!!!. Do you have home help? You know, for help with your personal hygiene and changing your shit-stained bedding and washing your piss-soaked Y-fronts. Why don't you have a nice warm mug of Ovaltine, take a long drag from the joint you're clutching in that arthritic hand of yours, put your false teeth to soak and fuck off to bed!! , You must be top of the class in your special needs curriculum with that wit! Have you been able to master taking tight corners on two wheels with your mobility scooter yet? Don't bother answering, nobody fucking cares what you have to say. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bubba C Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 8 minutes ago, Back door specialist said: Yep, that raw nerve of yours is still twitching isn't it? As your avatar suggests, you are probably a clapped-out old cunt who can't find his own dick anymore, you've probably reached the stage where you are pissing and shitting yourself, you've most likely long forgotten what your dick is for, you poor bastard, your reference to rent boys is quite revealing though, before you kissed your tiny phallus goodbye, was that your preferred interest? You must have had to pay the boys extra to ensure they wouldn't take the piss out of your barely noticeable phallus? Is that twitch becoming worse as you read this? I'll bet it is you clapped-out boy-fucker!!!!. Do you have home help? You know, for help with your personal hygiene and changing your shit-stained bedding and washing your piss-soaked Y-fronts. Why don't you have a nice warm mug of Ovaltine, take a long drag from the joint you're clutching in that arthritic hand of yours, put your false teeth to soak and fuck off to bed!! , Rattled. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Back door specialist Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 31 minutes ago, Roadkill said: You're crushed, aren't you? I can tell - the desperate need to have the last word on every argument, the use of emojis to hide the burning hatred that you truly feel for all of us. You think you have potential and you can't understand - cant even fathom - why you are being barraged by hostile comments from all sides. Your colleagues and friends think you're a witty guy - the guy who always has a smart remark up his sleeve in any situation. So why?? Why do these strangers on this strange little forum you've stumbled upon not understand? You're funny, dammit! They should embrace your cavalier attitude and your devil-may-care posting style! And then, suddenly, the facade crumbles. You realize you're nothing but trash. The act doesn't work here, they see you for what you really are and you begin to understand it yourself. You're nothing. Your colleagues and friends probably only say those things because they feel sorry for you. Something inside your head snaps. You shut off your Samsung tablet and go into the bathroom. In the cabinet on the wall, next to the tooth paste and Anusol suppositories is a bottle of Paracetamol. You down the entire thing and lie on your bed, hoping to fall asleep before you feel the effects of the overdose - but you aren't so lucky. You die convulsing in agony on the floor of your bedroom, covered in shit and puke as your organs shut down one by one. Your former friends and colleagues forget about you in a week and your untended gravestone lies face down in an untended corner of the cemetery, kicked over and pissed on by drunken chavs. 3 minutes ago, Wizardsleeve said: You must be top of the class in your special needs curriculum with that wit! Have you been able to master taking tight corners on two wheels with your mobility scooter yet? Don't bother answering, nobody fucking cares what you have to say. If no one cares, why do you lot keep answering then? How's that raw nerve? Has the twitching subsided now? Don't forget your Ovaltine!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snowy Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 1 minute ago, Back door specialist said: If no one cares, why do you lot keep answering then? How's that raw nerve? Has the twitching subsided now? Don't forget your Ovaltine!! Shouldn't you be working your night shift stacking beans ? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
camberwell gypsy Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 36 minutes ago, Roadkill said: You're crushed, aren't you? I can tell - the desperate need to have the last word on every argument, the use of emojis to hide the burning hatred that you truly feel for all of us. You think you have potential and you can't understand - cant even fathom - why you are being barraged by hostile comments from all sides. Your colleagues and friends think you're a witty guy - the guy who always has a smart remark up his sleeve in any situation. So why?? Why do these strangers on this strange little forum you've stumbled upon not understand? You're funny, dammit! They should embrace your cavalier attitude and your devil-may-care posting style! And then, suddenly, the facade crumbles. You realize you're nothing but trash. The act doesn't work here, they see you for what you really are and you begin to understand it yourself. You're nothing. Your colleagues and friends probably only say those things because they feel sorry for you. Something inside your head snaps. You shut off your Samsung tablet and go into the bathroom. In the cabinet on the wall, next to the tooth paste and Anusol suppositories is a bottle of Paracetamol. You down the entire thing and lie on your bed, hoping to fall asleep before you feel the effects of the overdose - but you aren't so lucky. You die convulsing in agony on the floor of your bedroom, covered in shit and puke as your organs shut down one by one. Your former friends and colleagues forget about you in a week and your untended gravestone lies face down in an untended corner of the cemetery, kicked over and pissed on by drunken chavs. That's a passage from Enid Blyton's "Five go mad on ketamine". Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Back door specialist Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 Just now, Snowflake said: Shouldn't you be working your night shift stacking beans ? Ha ha ha aaaah, I don't work in tesco, I'm developing a soft spot for you old timer Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Roadkill Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 Just now, Back door specialist said: If no one cares, why do you lot keep answering then? How's that raw nerve? Has the twitching subsided now? Don't forget your Ovaltine!! We don't. What you say doesn't matter. You're just a form of entertainment. Remember the scene in Shawshank Redemption where they drive that guy to start crying for his mother by chanting "fresh fish"? They don't care what he has to say - he's a disposable source of entertainment for them. That's what you are - Fresh Fish. Admittedly they feel bad about it when the guard beats his brains out and kills him - but you shouldn't expect such sympathy here. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snowy Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 6 minutes ago, Back door specialist said: Ha ha ha aaaah, I don't work in tesco, I'm developing a soft spot for you old timer The feeling may be not mutual , but dont take it to heart im sure your used to people not liking you. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Back door specialist Posted September 11, 2017 Report Share Posted September 11, 2017 43 minutes ago, Roadkill said: You're crushed, aren't you? I can tell - the desperate need to have the last word on every argument, the use of emojis to hide the burning hatred that you truly feel for all of us. You think you have potential and you can't understand - cant even fathom - why you are being barraged by hostile comments from all sides. Your colleagues and friends think you're a witty guy - the guy who always has a smart remark up his sleeve in any situation. So why?? Why do these strangers on this strange little forum you've stumbled upon not understand? You're funny, dammit! They should embrace your cavalier attitude and your devil-may-care posting style! And then, suddenly, the facade crumbles. You realize you're nothing but trash. The act doesn't work here, they see you for what you really are and you begin to understand it yourself. You're nothing. Your colleagues and friends probably only say those things because they feel sorry for you. Something inside your head snaps. You shut off your Samsung tablet and go into the bathroom. In the cabinet on the wall, next to the tooth paste and Anusol suppositories is a bottle of Paracetamol. You down the entire thing and lie on your bed, hoping to fall asleep before you feel the effects of the overdose - but you aren't so lucky. You die convulsing in agony on the floor of your bedroom, covered in shit and puke as your organs shut down one by one. Your former friends and colleagues forget about you in a week and your untended gravestone lies face down in an untended corner of the cemetery, kicked over and pissed on by drunken chavs. You really are desperately clutching at straws aren't you? I'm simply reacting to the moronic posts on this God-send of a site, this has to be the best entertainment I've ever had, seriously guys, you are all such good sports, I absolutely mean this. This is my sense of humour, it's the same kind of humour my team colleagues and I enjoy in work when the management is not hovering around (Thursday & Friday nights) Without people like yourselves the world would be a boring bastard to live in so many thanks Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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