Dyslexic cnut

Doc…go to bed. This is getting uncomfortable now.

I hope, for his sake, he’s pissed.

Jesus fucking Christ. What a spectacular fall from grace. Sad to witness.

I confess…I still have your attention. Bellsniff.

The tragedy for all here is that you were spat out of one in the first place.

It’s true that she’s finished here. She has been for a while. But you can knock her out in public here but when you realise that Adalaide Byrd is her nom de plume, and she’s given her a majority decision…waddya gonna do? It’s futile. Blank the bint.

I seem to have yours though. You even remembered the arrival date that I posted two weeks ago. Fess up…if I’m bluffing, you have been entertained. Daft cunt.

See your PM. If you forward this to the primate, I’ll never speak to you again.

Jesus fucking Christ, Billy. Why bother arguing with this creature. It’s just banned me for implying her hubby had PM’d me about her smelly haddock sluice..he hadn’t of course. Surely the best tactic is to blank the cuntess as she craves ‘engagement.’ I’ve said before, arguing with her is like wrestling with a pig in a pool of hot shit. It’s pointless and exhausting…and after a while, you realise, that the pig is actually enjoying it.

Don’t give up on me Apo. I’m a goddamn miracle of humanitarian benevolence. True story, eng.

There are people on here who’s opinion I value higher than yours. They know. Fix that tray table.

Barking and Romford or because it goes ‘woof?’

Some engineer you are. A ‘plane’ is a carpenter’s tool…it’s an aeroplane.

Don’t toads have four?

Check the schedule. T3 Manchester…FR8357. Minimum wage, still on the tools Cunt.

Cynical old cunt. Three peep holes covertly drilled, one on her bog seat. ‘Cameras?’ weird deviant twat.

Reported.

You wouldn’t be high-fiving your mates, coming out of her bedroom, however…I would swap it for the wife. Rock hard tits and a fanny like a mouse’s ear (no kids.) Advice?

All sycophantic toadiness aside, Wolf. You’re wrong. She’s here.

It arrived at 1230hrs on a Ryanair flight from Budapest. It’s here now. Not as rough as I thought, Uncle Ape., perhaps it was unphotogenic. Standby for further reports, going forward, and please enjoy a Skydrol martini…grease monkey cunt. There’s a tray table knackered at 43c…sort it.

I’m out of pellets for my Woodpigeons. Any recommendations? The local Gun shop has closed down post-covid.

Brilliant..etc.

Then you clearly have precious little knowledge of how the American system of government works. Fuck off until you do.

Adult abortion then?

Fuck me, Bill. Sinn Fein have put the fear of the Holy Spirit into you haven’t they? Snuggling up to a Catholic…I never thought I’d see the day. It maybe time to change your name/avatar and burn your bowler hat & sash.