Dyslexic cnut

The tip of the iceberg as far as his income is concerned, Wolfo. The Cunt owns Goalhanger Films and Productions which produce, amongst other things a podcast catalogue including The Rest is Politics, Leading and History, all excellent but beyond his limited intellect to follow. Fucker has even got Alistair Campbell on his payroll. Comfort yourself in the knowledge that his millionaire son, George, is unlikely to live to a ripe old age.

All smart-arsey aside. That is a superb post.

Let me swill me face.

She ‘frightened’ Sinatra. The greatest female vocalist of all time. That good I named my daughter ‘Dave’ after her.

You’re a lazy little cunt, Stubbs. The opportunities for your vicious, medieval retorts these past months have been unlimited. It’s about time you stood up. It would save us all a lot of grief. Cunt.

Vile Eric… fucking vile. FairPlay.

Less than Ladylike? Gypps…can I pop around tomorrow? 4pm ok?

Ed. Ogling at a geriatric Jewess behind a bush whilst furiously masturbing does not, a career critique make. You should be ashamed of yourself.

Fuckin Yidfest.

She’s a very fuckable bird, Withers, which I assume is right up your street. Lol.

You’re treading on holy ground there, cabin-dweller. This woman has been in my wank bank for twenty-some years now.

I’ve done my best to shame this Caledonian Cuntess on behalf of the corner. Fingered her afterwards, btw…clean and fragrant clout, tight as a mouse’s ear and wetter than an otter’s pocket. Fuck off.

Never mind that. What have you got to say about the bone-idle tart, Roops not stepping in when White Van Man was running riot the other day? Is her position here now no longer tenable? After all, you’re the site owner…apparently.

Gays of our Lives.

‘You’re my bent friend’

‘We will cock you.’

Standby…there’ll be up to the minute commentary on all things UK in a minute. @Last Cunt Standing’s just woke up.

Have you frolicked ‘neath that tarpaulin today, Francisco?

I’m struggling to see how you’re going to make this stick, Carl. Billy can’t qualify under Rule 2 and if you’re going after Withers on Rule 12, then that could be a tacit admission that you’re not human, which I’m happy to accept. Oh, also…reported due to yet another breach of Rule 5. Idiot.

Good morning, Long Schlong.

Jap’s?

Tell me you’ve got one of them Antarctic polar bears in there, Bill?

I have a mate who is full of himself, Eric. A bit Punkers to be honest. He sends a Fortnum and Mason hamper over every Xmas. It’s fucking shite. This year, I had Mrs Cnut make a spastic chav hamper up, just to piss the stuck up Cunt off. It consisted amongst other things, of tinned Spam, 4 cans of Skol, tinned spuds and tinned hamburgers in gravy, Angel Delight, Supernoodles, two army candles sprayed with Blue Stratos with ‘Joe Malone’ written on them with a marker pen and two Fray Bentos pies…one of ‘em a chicken curry number. The cheeky prick complained about the meagre meat filling in the said pie. What a cunt.

Who said otherwise?

Fascinating. Does he follow the snooker?