Dyslexic cnut

So…what are you Goya do about it?

I’m not bothered either way. Him & I have never really got on. The thing that puzzles me is…the bloke never really mentions you. On the other hand…

Munch as I appreciate your concern, it Matisse not to me.

Silver-tongued lothario.

Is @Carl Sway in it?

Free…head…rent.

No. She’s bought a Hockney cab which we all know is a tight little Turner. Lol…etc.

Looks to me like Homebase are trying to whitewash and gloss over this. Admittedly, she’s as fragile as an eggshell, but it was all over the matt and it would’ve been worse if someone had satin it. Fuck off.

Trust me, the hooded sickle-wielder is shadowing him. The eye is milky, the meds have failed, the posts are getting more unintelligible. Make the most of him, he’s not long for this place.

Interesting. How many kgs of salt would be needed to cover Ireland? There’s a pleasing thought. The most efficient way of eradicating slugs would rid us of spudcoons.

Can’t be long now, Pen.

Be nice to him, Bill. He’s learned a new word today and he’s excited.

Plot…lost.

It’s not the post that I’ve ‘liked’ it’s so dreadful that I’m merely acknowledging the idea that it’s probably been brought about by your cancer drugs failing at last. Hopefully your agony and clearly diminishing faculties are what’s being manifested in your recent posts. Sleep peacefully, Pen…soon. Now walk towards the light you cunt, glans in hand.

Twitter.

I smell one of two things here. (1) you were at a boarding school. (2) you’re telling fibs. Either way, you’re something of a cunt, ‘Doc.’ Incidentally, I’m not sure that anyone comprehends Reading. Lol.

So, you’re a Manc? No wonder you fucked off.

Get a bigger shovel. Lol.

So, you’re suggesting that the incarcerated are salaried? You stupid cocked-cunt.

‘Last-wordery’ and of course, your staple ‘whataboutery.’ It’s not just that crushed velvet frock that’s Victorian, clearly. Tiresome, Emily Brontë mouthed cuntess.

Don’t bother Raaso. Fingered it, late 80’s. Stale pungent clout and I lost two sovereign rings, a wristwatch and a set of cuff links.

Oh the fucking irony.

Should’ve booby-trapped the gaff.

I take it our rancid, bald, bandy misfit failed to show-up yesterday?

Will your donor cock outlive you do you think, Pen? What kind of warranty did you get with it? You hefty-helmeted harridan…enjoy your Fray Bentos Easter Sunday dinner for one.