Dyslexic cnut

She was sort of able bodied at the time, but she had drunk a bit. Honestly, it was like a mouse’s ear.

Two hours later… Chinks are consuming more and more coal Wolfie replied to White Cunt's topic in The Corner 'you're'. Sometimes it's as though Snatch has been reicarnated through your keyboard. Don't get it wrong again. Saturday at 22:03 No drunken hypocrisy here then…move along now.

Luxury. I won it 9 times on the bounce in the mid-80’s and I never even had a car. I got a backie off Tanni Grey-Thompson…cracking girl, Tanni… always got the ale in and had a penchant for a bit of finger-pie.

Tell it to Karen Carpenter. ‘Occasional?’ Try it more often, you may start to be interesting. I’m, erm, shitting myself due to your threats I really am. Now fuck off and try to placate the wife. Fucking cider poof.

You have an awfully high opinion of yourself. As an aside, if my hands were ‘T-Rex sized’ they’d hardly be ‘little’ now would they? Now, go and talk the wife out of her sulk after your 3 pint marathon session yesterday…fucking lightweight.

Unnecessarily verbose, as ever and factually weak. It happens to be the ‘Premier League’ and what you refer to is a completely different sport that women also happen to be shit at. Do it again.

Go to bed you rattled little shitbag.

You made several whilst simultaneously grammatically correcting others. To be fair, you had mowed your three metre lawn, drank 3 bottles of cider, admitted that you were wankered and been knocked back by your wife. Them’s the breaks I guess, and, of course, fuck off.

Soliciting assistance as ever? Wanker.

Had 3 ciders have we? Nobhead.

You best be very careful. The woke chimp is on the prowl against all things racialistic. Be afraid.

Well fuck my old Army boots. Is that it…emojis?

Such a talent for what would have been the lucrative field of psychology, yet here you are, still turning spanners, still trying to live up to Daddy’s legacy. Sad little cunt.

Oh for twenty seconds in a phone booth with a gobby little cunt like you. Shut your fucking mouth.

See what happens when there’s a spook-free team?

‘Beaten’ apparently.

Do it with a cheese-grater.

Itsss just another drunken typo. The dopey old cunt.

Seriously, what the fuck is up with you? Did your favourite netball team get beat today?

Wanker response. Grow the fuck up.

What? Cunt.

Can it’s rotor tips?

A fine time for the Cuntman to get his arse up here, tooled up. An M60 at the end of Church St? I’ll get the ale in.

@Old Chap Raasclaat. I’ve just got off the train in Liverpool. Gay pride…I had no idea. I’m surrounded by half-dressed homorectumals and vadgitarians banging drums. I’m wearing a pale pink Aquasctum polo shirt and Bass Weejuns, the soles of which are unsuited to pavements full of oddly gelatinous shit. I’m sliding everywhere. Any advice?