Dyslexic cnut

Pointless, useless snidey cunt. Fuck off, permanently.

Be gone…Yewtree Cunt.

Why are you still here? What’s the point?

Begging the site’s geriatric tranny for assistance? Is that what you’ve become. Look your children in the eyes.

Save this place @Ape™️…it’s as shite as I’ve seen it.

Return of the Wrong’un. Fuck off and die, preferably by falling off that roof.

Labrador Orifice Licker.

Take it from me, due to her pallor, odds on it’s musty.

My middle-fingers work well, Billy. I used them last night when Klopp was giving his latest whining interview after the slaughter at Analfield.

I’m seeing a specialist then, Raaso. I’ve got some kind of osteo-arthritis in my forefingers, which is hardly surprising given their historical activities.

Offended and wounded by the opinion of a Muslim cabbie? Fucking pair of fat cunts. I’d happily hack the abhorration out of the warped bull dyke’s womb with a red hot wire coat hanger dipped in acid. It would save a lot of trouble and costs to the NHS and therefore all of us.

@Wolfie

They don’t live long apparently. Imagine…two periods a month and a double menopause? Mrs Cnut will be lucky to survive her first psycho-cycle. She’s an utter cuntess right now that swings between Cruella Deville and Linda Lovelace with no clue or warning as to which.

Unless he’s ‘avionics’ that won’t be a problem for Uncle @Ape™️.

Good morning. I’m genuinely hoping that at some time later today I’ll get to see you at last, preferably pink and covered in gravy and mint sauce. Fuck off.

Tell Billy, she’d be his top earner. All joking aside…twats her name?

Thank fuck for that. I’ll tell you something, Doc, and I’ll tell you nothing less, I’m as bored as a menstruating hooker on here these days. I was toying with the idea of going back to war with @Old Chap Raasclaat again, posting something else chronic or, God forbid, feigning affection again for @Frank, just to get some blood stirring vitriol and filthy viciousness back in this place. To be honest, I think it would be too obvious these days. Well, no need now because when that Wolf cunt finishes mowing the lawn the Sabbath should warm up nicely. I’m nipping out for popcorn now and I hope he’s been at the cider today…buckle-up…buttercup.

I watched him play against your lot. He was doing well before Hills fell on him.

I’ve tried telling him, Snowster…I just got abused and backed off.

With a Martin-Baker seat?

The rancid, cockroach-covered, peat-eating spudcoon puts his herpes blistered lips around a rusty horn most nights, for a living, by his own admission. He’s got fuck all left to sell but rectal access and songs about oppression. O’Cunt cunt.

Fuck’s goin on, Bill? You had a row with your tart?

I heard about that. My mate, Roger de Courcey was telling me in the pub, when he got the ale in.

True. It’s the name droppers on here who really fuck me off tbh.

Fuck off with your ‘Olive branch’ truce bollocks you pair of cunts. There’s fuck all going on here, it’s lamentable. You’re both duty bound to continue hobnailing each other’s epididymides off. Press on.