Dyslexic cnut

Refrigerated lorry carrying penguins? Sorry Bill.

Scroll up…see who involved him.

Any chance you can get on with finishing me, as you’ve been promising for 18 months, and lately, three days ago? You are aware that after squeaking for assistance, if your little chimp rocks up tonight, you’re going to look like a right Cunt? I’ve humoured you, I’ve shown respect due longevity, I’ve played the game…but you do love an unsolicited attack now and again. So…fuckhead…let’s go. You and I…head to head with no squealing for help to your pals. Normally I quite like you, but you’ve had the hump since I disagreed with your Lioness bollocks and are trying to play the big hitter, crying (via PM) and trying to rustle up a possé to help you. Slagging people’s perceived social status and careers/jobs…but here’s the thing…£30 for a bottle of ‘exquisite wine’ and the fact that you mow your own lawn? Priceless…fucking tramp.

Explain what Frank has to do with this and make it good. Playing to the crowd again are we? Spineless little cunt.

I think you’ll find I did. Best report me. You squealing precious ponce. Fuck off and cut your hedge.

Lame, sad…have another gallon of Magners, at least you’re amusing then. Feeble little sap.

I think you’ll find that you mentioned the poor woman first. I’ve not been abusive about her…she’s clearly got enough on her plate living with self important shithead like you. Squealing to Admin now? Utter wanker.

Far too verbose and of poor construct. (1) Self-praise is no praise at all. Arrogant tit. (2) Post/like ratio critiques seem to be your default position, you repeat this shit all of the time. (3) PMs? You sad fucking idiot. Do you actually believe that anyone gives a toss who PMs you or believes that you represent the Corner’s zeitgeist? (4) Ape? 🙄🤣 Fess up. You got pissed on 3 ciders, fell out with your missus, jumped on here and attempted to correct a member’s grammar (twice) but made several drunken grammatical/spelling mistakes yourself. You’ve been pissing your knickers ever since you’ve been called out on it because you’re a thin-skinned, precious little wanker who resorts to making threats that he has no fucking ability to carry out. You want a scrap with me, get on with it. Do try to keep it between us and not squeal for your mates to help you out. Now fuck off and tend to your borders…drunken little shitcunt.

You could always utilise the mowing skills of the Corner’s very own semi-literate, pisshead scrumpy swigger @Wolfie.

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?