Dyslexic cnut

No idea what it is or why it’s here. Tolerated due to being ‘quirky.’ Overstayed it’s welcome, needs to fuck off. I’m bored now.

Just fuck off you tit.

@Frank…make this explanation good, because (points at temple) I’m getting the word…’wrong’un!’

Even he had the good taste not to die in that floating sweltering cowpat.

Seen this shit? How is this going to enlighten and educate our children then? What the fuck is next in this world? Thalidomide Action Man? My Little Blind Pony? Cabbaged Patch Kids? Care in the Community Bears? Bunch of fucking cunts. On Xmas day, when your young daughter/granddaughter is screaming and shouting in the front room…it’s because her doll is fucking deaf. Fuck off. https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/av/uk-62568902

What’s more concerning than the fact that you clearly disrobed before cavorting with the rat, in filth, is the fact that there is a clearly removed orange ankle tag next to your Primark denim shirt. Do enlighten us all as to what offence caused it’s attachment.

You bought those sandals at St.James St, right? How’s the dog’s festering impetigo after playing in your bespoke pool on your landscaped estate? Bluffing cunt. You’re finished Frank. You’ve been busted.

Never mind this shit, SC. What are your thoughts on your domestic shitshow, what with your mangrove swamps disappearing, carbon belching everywhere, an economy at the mercy of slopes and imploding and enviromental havoc being wreaked by having a cunt of a climate to start with? Still, you and @Last Cunt Standing dodged a potentially fatal bullet when your customs heroes caught this cunt. https://www.independent.co.uk/travel/news-and-advice/mcdonalds-traveller-fined-mcmuffins-luggage-b2136259.html

Eric, I wouldn’t let my wife get in that disgusting paddling pool, let alone my dog.

Judging by the state of the hastily discarded clothing and ‘footwear’ in the background of this picture, together with filth and beer can pulls in the paddling pool I can only conclude that you are clearly not the wealthy sartorial dandy that you’ve portrayed to us all, Francis. Incidentally, it looks like you got a scrumpy-fuelled Wolfie to cut your lawn. You scruffy, minty cunt.

I had no idea that you played for England’s men’s team, Neil?

Open goal but fiercely struck home.

Punkers?

Ffs.

11. Overheating? Stand near to Roops when she takes her knickers off.

Fucking pikey cuntess bitch never gave me a like when I stuck up for her. Baws is clearly taking the piss Jake.

I’d have been through it myself, had it been anywhere near presentable. It’s ungooseable Bill, not even the Raping Red Army would go there. The wife clearly hand-picked it.

She’s the best tart on here…fairplay.

Bill. Our refugee is about to get fucked off after being here for nearly three hideous months. Mrs Cnut hates her. There was a skid mark left in the master bathroom bog that the wife ‘monitored’ for three fucking days, the fucker goes through a whole bog roll a day and the wife’s become so obsessed that she’s timing her showers (3 a day now!) Her record is a 21 minute shower ffs! She speaks decent English but asked the wife to ‘paint her head’ yesterday! I haven’t got the nerve to tell the wife, but I’m also concerned about the refugee’s diet, her gussets taste distinctly salty. I’m fucked here mate, I’ve even broken a promise that I made to Ape last year and I’m back on the ale. PM me with any ideas.

Francis. You’re completely untouchable with such heavy-hitters on board. Looks like you’ve cornered the ‘low hanging fruit’ market. It really is over for you here.

Is it though? Engage with the man…dialogue will be a salvation, of sorts.

Nom or video otherwise you’re an echo from 2017-ish. Get the fuck on with it. Dead Dago.

I’m sailing from Port Cassafiere to St. Gilles in early September, Francis. Make sure you’re gone by then or that gay dog is getting barbecued and you’ll end up like Kirsty McColl.

Christ.