Dyslexic cnut

Wow…erm, powerful stuff. That’ll learn the cunts. Dyu think you’ve killed them both with this cunting masterclass, GG?

Useless…very poor, I mean, look at the calibre of ‘likees’ for fuck’s sake…that it’s come to this.

She’s never going to let it lie until you return her torn-hymen-keyring, Billy…ever.

So, there we have it. Despite casting aspersions, as usual, you’ve singularly failed to utilise all of your legendary technical know-how to support your claims and are now resorting to cheap digs. It’s over, Roops…close the door on your way out and hang your head.

I wouldn’t mind Bill, but I gave this dopey tart a festive heads up via PM about me seeing your imaginary M4 driving past the Temple Bar as I sailed through Dublin on my Xmas Mekong River Cruise. She’d better make any response here staggeringly good or she’s completely finished. What a tragic ending.

You’re not long for this place, it’s time for you to fuck off, sunshine, before the Beasts wake up. Last warning.

Better late than never…

Why do you want to revisit this you relentlessly dull hag? We’ve barely finished washing chunks of your endometrium off the walls of this place after your last kickfucking on the subject. Leave it.

Much appreciated, Twatto. I hope you & yours had a good one and your stage four diagnosis is in the post.

Sweet Jesus, Raastwat. It’s Christmas ffs.

It’s a daily struggle Bing Killy.

A Wolf-killed-cunt if ever there was one.

Xmas dinner with @cunt was it?

Wasn’t it ‘did you hear about the dyslexic, agnostic insomniac who used to lie awake at night wondering if there really was a dog?’

Get with the times, Doc. The cunt is a DPD driver.

Ok. Mine shags a charismatic sex-god.

She’s got a load of ‘em WC, cluttering the wardrobes up, covered in dust while she tramps around town with a Lidl ‘bag-for-life’, which is hideously ironic in that that is what she is to me.

I’m no fan of the woman, but if she volleyed your foreskin-free, Hebrew helmet off this site I’d pay Billy to hand deliver one his finest firs to her stately home every year. If you’re going to stay, fuck that dopey red triangle off you tiresome, repetitive little twatkike.

Carl…you got a break because of Eric and some historical pass. Since then you’ve been an utter derelict mutant spastic. You should know better. Wind your fuckin neck in.

Fuck me. It’s a Lady Datejust. It’s three years old. She never wears the Cunt but put it on and thought it had stopped. She took it to a local jeweller for a ‘battery!’ She’s a fucking moron and the Cunt-jeweller who blagged her (and somehow opened the fucker) will be getting closely acquainted with my forehead, shortly.

Never realised you were Glans-averse, Gypps? How did that go down on the caravan site?

Are you being fucking serious on here? That useless cuntess has being royally cunted on here before. A male U12’s blind, quadraplegic Pygmy team would have wiped the fucking floor with any team that she played for ffs! Knock it off.

That was, erm, kinda the point WC. Woman’s a class one!

Don’t. The genius I married took her three year old Rolex to the jeweller’s for a new battery. Apparently the cunt opened it up, ‘did something’ then charged her £60 for the said imaginary battery. Anyway, apparently it ‘works fine’ now.

Why they couldn’t just stick to game shows like they did in the old days I’ll never know…