Dyslexic cnut

Calm down youngster or @Frank will be along soon with his grooming kit and diminutive yet heavily lubricated member. Relax kid.

Is that the one with the three gallon, retractable drip-tray?

‘Better stay away from Pen, who carries around a fire hose’

It’s after Billy’s key fob, Jako.

Fingered her, early 80’s. Baggy haddock-sluice as I recall…only a mild garlic-like whiff on the digits.

Bob Dylan lyric?

Why are you on here when there are unsniffed dog stools littering the parks of Britain. Fuck off.

Very good, however…reported.

Aaahh…my teenage years. I remember five of my mates having a ‘wank off’ which involved thrashing away whilst seated as they lustily ogled the only female in the school, a Russian ‘relief’ teacher who was acting librarian. Poor woman spotted something and told three of them to stand up, which the cunts duly did, erect and with their kecks around their knees. She burst into tears and fled the school never to return. When the rugby master found out he didn’t stop laughing for a week. Safe spaces my arse, the country’s going to the dogs…those brave young men would be reprimanded these days and OFSTED would downgrade the place.

Surely an imaginary, autistic train requires an imaginary, autistic ticket collector? Any suggestions?

Never mind this shit. Is it true that @Frank is the real site owner and if not, why haven’t you bollocked the disturbed mutant for Rule 7 breaches and making repeated, ugly threats of physical and sexual violence against members?

Better for us all had you been under it.

I’m not knocking the place. A tanner a pint and a six mile cab ride was only 2s 4d albeit a bit cramped in a Hillman Imp but fairplay.

Snivelling tranny cunt. Shouldn’t you be at the bingo or gobbling an Eddie Stobart driver at a service station you dull, weird, tedious oddball.

You’re up to no good tonight, Killa. I’ve been staying in a shithole up your way, called Espley. Middle of nowhere frankly. I’d been up to see a former ‘acquaintance’ who’s staying in Frankland for a couple of decades. I’m not saying Northumberland is behind the times, but last night two Teddy-boys kicked off on me in a pub because I nudged the juke-box. I diven’t knaa how you do it.

Pummelling a garage sweeper’s ringpiece is not, technically, ‘working with’ now is it Frank? Did you flog him a nylon ponytail, post-coital?

Who’s balls do you have or wouldn’t your British Rail pension stretch to a full set?

Fucking moron.

You’re an unreliable witness having lied about your gender for years. Fuck off.

Down her Jap’s?

It has its moments, Pen. With my bulging eyes I can gaze down at my natural penis and be content in the knowledge that it didn’t cost me a penny. Can you say the same? I’m going to hop it now, I genuinely hope that you croak soon.

Ask Pen the grass.

I’ll give you this, Pen…at least you make an effort, fella. Snag is…it’s dreadful. I genuinely hope that last year’s eye operation, that you PM’d me about, has failed and you get stage 5 soon. Fuck off.

Due to Roops’ heavy-handed disciplinary measures, I wasn’t able to rip into this fuckwit. As soon as I saw his avatar I wanted to kill him but you alone asked the question (I was busy fending Punkers away from my hoop.) Purple Aki is one horrible deviant cunt in this neck of the woods. The bogeyman. The clue, as to this oddball’s future on the site was out there.

I spotted that from solitary. Artistic little barn pot you.