Dyslexic cnut

Tetchy, precious little cabal of cunts this evening, girls?

Books....Cunt!

However...do show me when you have used the apt moniker of ‘bellsniff’ for this weasely little cunt?

Unknowing apologies...great minds etc...

You’ve clearly become accustomed to wiping Ape-snot up after your morning constitutional. Fuck off...lol.

It’s your nose...sniveller.

Only if you take your’s out of Eric’s ringpiece, bellsniff.

Why not just fuck off you dullard Cunt.

Her cringeworthy televised-yet-off-the-cuff phone call to him was cringeworthy. It sounded like a hospice nurse comforting a death bed, riddled geriatric...oh...hang on a minute!

‘First rate Mayor’ of New York my swollen gland. Have you seen the state of that cunt of a city now? Fuckin Disneyland shithole started by that Spick twat. That city used to be creative, edgy, scary...fucking fabulous. Now fucked and as sterile as Mary Berry. Cunt of a place...Cunt of a mayor. Basically a cunt..then and now.

There’s a squadron of a Stukas just got airborne from Lisbon...why don’t you both pop over to Guernica and stand in the village square, naked whilst holding a flare in one hand and each other’s penes pequeños in the other?

Johnny clearly has you very rattled it seems, mutant.

Time to change your avatar again, little shitcunt.

Ape...the dullest, non-contributory waste of oxygen on here. What really is the point of this clown?

Trust me...I’ve seen it AND experienced it...far more than you amigo. This is a site for and about...cunts. Get off you’re high horse you twat.

Oooohhh...first name terms eh...’Amber’ is it? I thought you were being a tad touchy. Personally, I’d hoof any tart who shat on my expensive, high thread count Egyptian cotton sheets...coked up or otherwise. Examine the fucking evidence before you start spouting more shite than flowed out of her rancid hoop onto JD’s quilt. I’ve seen that pirate fella batter fuck out of all sorts of tasty, mean-looking dead blokes. If he’d lost his rag(s) and gone after her she’d have more than light bruising, that much I do know. Slagcunt.

Or what Cunt hooks?

Well it’s nice to see you back, D...I had t-shirts made demanding your release...

Accepted by cnuts in my humble onpinoi.

Great years, when a man could spend the wife’s housekeeping by 8pm on a Friday after work in the pub on proper ale. Strong enough to numb the feeling in a man’s knuckles as they connected with the missus’ eye socket for questioning the said expenditure.

She has a cunt....therefore is one in my book. Finger’s crossed, she has many a good shoeing in her future...

How times change for the worse. In a week when Sean Connery has died, great bloke who openly stated that occasionally, in a relationship, a woman needs a bit of a slapping, poor old Johnny Depp has had his illustrious career and reputation obliterated for administering a bit of corporal rectification to his betrothed. Reminds me of my ex-wife who was such a vile Cunt, that when she left me and checked her bruised and bloodied self into a battered woman’s hostel...even they kicked fuck out of her.

My wife’s a cheeky cunt. She’s started trying to hit me back.

...and off church ‘rooves’ too...cnut!

Sean Connery walks into a bar and takes a seat next to a very attractive woman. He gives her a quick glance and then casually looks at his watch for a moment. The woman notices this and asks ‘Is your date running late?’ ’No’ he replies. ‘Q has just given me this state of the art watch. I was just testing it.’ The intrigued woman asks ‘A state of the art watch? What is so special about it?’ Sean explains ‘It uses alpha waves to talk to me telepathetically’ The lady asks ‘What is it telling you now?’ Connery says ‘Well, it says that you’re not wearing any panties.’ The woman giggles and replies ‘Well it must be broken because I am wearing panties.’ Sean smirks, taps his watch and says ‘Bloody thing’s an hour fast!’