Dyslexic cnut

I’ve raised your game. There’s something in there and I’m trying to wheedle it out. Seems to be working but don’t drop your guard boy. I’ve been taught by the best on here. I’m watching you.

Better.

I know nothing, but do humour me. If you’ve been on this site for that long, why are you so embarrassingly shit?

I had the misfortune to sit with him in the VIP lounge, across a table on the Seacat from Dublin to Liverpool in 2003. 4 hours of listening to him. The strangest 4 hours of my life. I flipped between awe, admiration and friendliness to disgust, fear and utter bewilderment. One odd man but he had, I have to say, a weird charisma…the man held the room in the palm of his hand…it was utterly bizarre and confusing. Still, I’d swap a minute of his company today over having to read Raastwat’s latest Corner offering.

You’re finished here. You never really got going. Killed, three times in 10 days. Begone, simpleton. No-one will ever miss you.

Abysmal. Do it again.

Nothing less than Gentlemen…which takes some doing is this quagmire of filth.

Teetotal for nine months. I got the message. Even @Ape™️ had a word.

Sometimes…you’re something of a Cunt.

Of this there is no question. ‘Twas ever thus…Bonny lad.

I was crushed. But…it was one of the finest examples of reverse/snide/vicious pieces of work that I have ever seen. After several sleepless nights I re-evaluated. You let your soft underside show by apologising. But it was a masterclass of Cuntology, visited on a junior by an old beast. Bravo.You despicable Cunt. In short…a thing of beauty…but warped.

Can you just raise your empathetic head off the pillow and kill something? For old time’s sake?

Not really. We BBQ’d the Cunt with hoisin sauce. That’s really how covid started. Keep it schtum.

Noted. With all due respect and sycophancy. I remember you killing me you old baccy-chewing Geordie cunt. Howay.

Easter egg hunt on Sunday is it? Make sure your homework’s done for Tuesday you Pube-free little twat.

Kills?

Raastwat is so full of shit that if he had an enema, we could bury the Cunt in a matchbox, Killa.

I’m not really sure who or what you are to be honest. I’ll get back to you after the grown ups PM me…standby.

Francis?

Wolf. A dear friend of mine and his wife, struggled for years to have a child. She got pregnant, they were elated. Sadly, she had a miscarriage at seven months. There was a funeral, with a tiny casket and it was highly emotional for all attendees. What I will say, with all confidence, is that dead foetus was more interesting, erudite, grammatically capable and intellectually competent than @Old Chap Raasclaat.

Someone had to do something, Major. Place has been shite for a while. You’re late on parade incidentally…so…let’s have a few abuse wars, Mariupol style?

Reverse gear idiot. Only Raastwat could believe this. Cryingly dense fuckwart.

We’re having a whip-round at CC towers. You’ve picked the wrong fight. Anything you’d like on your headstone?

Breathtakingly unequipped for the battles ahead. Best remove yourself, going forward. Last bit of advice I’ll give you…little boy.

You ocean-going imbecile.