Dyslexic cnut

Ming did.

Good morning, Herculean helmet.

Cunt.

Any chance of you wiping the menopausal top-lip wrinkles off your’s?

Vile French cunts, gave us no navigational tips and had smug grins on their faces as we boarded. Twenty minutes in D, I’ll tell you this and I’ll tell you nothing less, that Iguazu Falls put the shits up me. We lost all of our ale overboard, the rudder was damaged and Mrs C’s hairdo was fucked…I got wetter than an otter’s pocket. We had to put into Langkawi for repairs,provisions and hairspray. Twats.

I’m just home from navigating the Canal du Rhöne through the Camargue, Ed. Attractive to look at but did you know that the dirty Gallic cunts allow all thousands of boats to discharge their bogs directly into the canal? The banks were full of French fishermen trying to catch their lunch. Fucking animals. I’m not surprised that the bold Francis has a gaff canal side after seeing his pic of that fetid rank paddling pool he cavorts in with his ‘chien d’amour.’

Desist Decs or you’ll be hearing from my solicitor, @Roadkill.

Good lads the Sikhs. They used to run all of the security at Vancouver airport. Big cunts too who like a sneaky bevvie or three and keep their tarts in check. They’ve a long history of Muslim butchering too. Weird undies, little gay daggers and combs though? I’ve never fingered a girl one to be honest…musty quims I’ve been led to believe.

There’s an irony in a bloke called ‘King Billy,’ residing in England making this observation.

Portugal is on my radar…buy a gaff, get residency, fuck all income tax to pay on any income (including pensions) for 10 years, warmer climate, decent vino, Faro & Lisbon have all year flights back to Blighty should you need it…all the grilled sardines you can eat. Mrs Cnut’s not having it so that’s another reason to fuck off there.

‘Spackstick’ comedy.

It’s over. It really is. Begone you antique irrelevance. It’s unpleasant to witness.

Plot. Lossed. Cunt.

Frank put you in the ‘big-hitter’ category alongside the ejected, Empire obsessed quack, Baws. I’m disgusted, you must be fucking livid.

I sailed into Fontvielle on Saturday, down the Murray River. I have never seen such tired scruffy people in my life. The streets were littered with semen coated dogshit. Visited lately? See your PM.

Au contraire…

Mutant whorecunt, die.

I’m in Arles tomorrow, Francis. Any culinary tips?

Unusually active on here since your ‘like’ farming post. Are the members to assume that you’re reborn and are taking a tilt at the title or is this just another simpering, flawed attempt at garnering relevance in this place? I’ll tell you this, and I’ll tell you nothing less, your conduct and output is being scrutinised like never before. Ensure you take your next steps very carefully. I hope that your dog is dead, incidentally.

I’m in the Camargue, Frank…halfway across d’Etang. Roops will confirm. I’ve sharpened the prop and I truly hope that I see you and that rectally gaping sausage dog bobbing in the water tomorrow, you squalid, fetid bellsniff. You’ve been warned.

Shut your Cunting fucking mouth…you wearisome little fuckwart bastardtwat.

Agreed. We’ll see how smarmy she looks after you’ve shot-blasted her endometrium with Haitiian Gentleman’s Relish…I know Roops looked the worse for wear after your carnival bash…I thought the poor cow had miscarried ffs!

I’d vote for her if she gave the electorate ‘just a brief tasteful glimpse of her vadge.’ Derek & Clive.

Have a listen to this hypocritical pig-slag-whore-bitch-cunt, Raaso. Not a glimmer of discomfort on her twisted grid after personally ‘importing’ a gobful of cheese into her own home for some time…

Cuckolded by a clefty, speech-impediment pig in a wig in the National news. What a shadow of a man. The utter fucking shame of it. Unless he’s kick-fucked her mum, sister & all of her aunties out of vengeance then suicide is the only way out in my eyes. That’s what I did. Probably.