Dyslexic cnut

The Man from Del Monte, wouldn’t be seen dead….

Annulled/overturned conviction. Why do you care though, Billy? To my knowledge, the Douglas Fir and Scots Pine are not indigenous to the Amazon.

Does he drive an imaginary M4?

Alone.

I’ve found your source, Bill. No argument from me going forward…brilliant!

Eh?

Do you actually think that any cunt on here gives a flying fuck, Bill? Jesus fucking Christ man.

Short in stature and intelligence. You stupid little cunt. Fancy posting this on here of all places. You’re fucked, sunshine…begone.

If Mummy finds you awake at this hour you’ll get no Rice Krispies. Fuck off.

Did he kick your stool?

Did his wife, in the mid-60’s. Appalachian moonshine quim.

‘Killer’ was a true legend and lunatic. Great company when he stayed in our cock-loft in the late 70’s. Rent paid on time, always got the ale in. Ok, so the carpet was littered with punctured hymens but he was aware, at a young age, that he had Parkinson’s, rather than dwell and moan about it, he put the illness to music. Fuck off you disrespectful cunts.

Agreed. Bill…knock it off, you’re so much better than this utter shite. Right or wrong, it’s fucking tedious.

Disturbed little cunt.

If it’s in ‘Central London! I hope it’s full of anthrax and cyanide too…it’ll help the country, going forward.

Did you find the Spectator in the waiting room of your trans-support counsellor? Fuck off.

This much is clear. Fuck off.

Jesus Christ.

‘The best on here’ and that is all you have? Raise your game or fuck off…we’ve had quite enough of thick, talentless big mouths on here, lately. The site doesn’t need another teenage wannabe shitcunt.

You’ve got a lot to say for an unproductive cunt. Do something, you’re boring the fucking arse off me now.

Fuck’s wrong with that?

Was here more proud of you before or after his illness, Francis?

It was about time she started behaving like a wife.

She’s like a racing snake, Bill. Maybe two hours a day in the gym, doing fucking star-jumps with other Lycra-clad HRT twats is the reason she’s so tired and short of time? Anyway, as long as my sock drawer is full, I’ll have to live with the female-saliva-free bell-end and bollocks like space-hoppers. Marriage eh?

With his huge hob-nailed boots, and become the world’s biggest ‘cunt kicker in?’