Dyslexic cnut

Sloppy, poorly constructed, wooden and weak. Do it again, dead Cunt.

Empty shelves. Neil’s been up that way today.

Pair of plagiarising cunts. You’ll be hearing from my learned friend @Roadkill so you will.

Go sell bullshit someplace else…we’re all stocked up here.

Still got the hymen key ring?

Fuck off. You’re working my corner.

My auld fella requested ‘Another One Bites the Dust’ for his final bbq song. My Jam obsessed mate had ‘Going Underground’ played when we torched him.

I left a message for you on our family group Whatsapp, Raaso. It’s good that you invited Dad. I’ll try to get there but I’m sailing on the Yangtze in Spain right now. I went to a bullfight yesterday, with an open mind. I have never been so disgusted, appalled and upset by an event in all my fucking life. It cost £10 to get in, £3 for a can of Coke and I was sat so far at the back that I couldn’t even see the cows getting stabbed. Thoughts?

Don’t panda to me, Neil.

One of which is your good self, innit Doc?

Even in a hot air balloon with headwinds, to Sicily, it’s not going take that long, Neil you daft cunt.

Post of the month.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_SQ4ogstDVE

A word you must be familiar with, Pen?

Well, he doesn’t mind being a satsuma because for your information, satsumas are really intelligent, actually…like dolphins.

Do it, Doc. You’ll become the only former medical practitioner in Western Australia with both gingivitis and herpangina of the jap’s eye. You can monetise that kind of uniqueness down there.

The spudcoons, historically, eat their kids when the blight hits. That’s why the filthy cunts breed so much. It’s not looking good for baby Declan.

Gene Hunt…whoever that was. His posts bore all the hallmarks I believe.

This is pretty good, Doc. @Wolfie is normally the most verbose yet delicate on here and there are lines of attack to adopt with him but they’ll need to be extremely accurate and specific…he’s a wily old cunt, when sober. However, the fact that you’ve, uncharacteristically rambled unnecessarily in your last few posts can’t help me conclude that he’s rattling the fuck out of you here. Pause, regroup and avoid posting after a belly full of Castlemaine. He’s got his teeth into you now and this may get ugly and, feasibly, terminal.

Aah…the poetry of Simon Weston.

Oh the irony.

Morning @Mrs Roops…it’s time for breakfast.

If you want to see time travel, wait and see where Roops sends you tomorrow, derelict little wormcunt.

Only if you’ve finished crayoning, don’t forget. You know what happened last week when you ate them.

Brilliant…etc.