Dyslexic cnut

Cunt

Get on the flowers…Raaso sent me some Gelato, Gushers, Sunset Sherbet, Purple Punch and Zkittles up last month…I’m too scared to touch most of it but it was a lovely thought.

You should have a mouth like Gandhi’s flip flop today.

Umlauty thing on ‘Muller?’ Fuckin flash French cunt.

Sadly, there’s an element of truth to this story which paints me in a bad (parenting) light. When my lad was about five he was constantly asking questions and once asked me why a man sitting near us in a restaurant had a gob like Stacy Keach. I couldn’t think of an answer so, to put my son off guzzling chocolate, I told him that the chap in question was such a greedy bastard that he ate Toblerones long-ways and fucked his top lip up. He got into the shit at school, the next day for calling some clefty cunt in his class, ‘greedy!’ and I got bollocked by my ex who was a humourless cuntess.

Thirsty this morning, E?

And spookness.

I’d suggest a .38 bullet to the temple but the useless cunt would probably drop the gun.

I meant Clefty Shakespeare, a local joiner. He had a hair-lip from eating Toblerones long-ways.

I put the fuckin effort in and this is all I get? They mocked Shakespeare you know?

It looks like now there’s a new avenue open for these cunts to stay relevant and earn a few bob long after they’ve gone from the limelight. Lead by this crying, gormless twat who’s been banging on about his ‘mental elf’ issues for years to any cunt that will listen, it now seems to be trendy to be mentally feeble but not quite courageous enough to do the full job properly. How the fuck do you ‘literally attempt suicide?’ He was a bang average goalie, ended his career but now has found a new one…whining about being a headfuck. It’s not really hard is it? Head down to your local train station and jump in front of the 1525 to wherever and that’s it…job done. Obviously, I hope that Pen’s driving the fucker. Since that prancing darkie, Biles, bottled it at the Olympics, this trend for bleating for sympathy has taken off and the latest one is team GB’s bronze medal winning spook. Just fuck off and make one final and successful suicide bid…’literally!’ Cunts. https://www.dailymail.co.uk/sport/sportsnews/article-11035019/Former-Liverpool-keeper-Chris-Kirkland-opens-decade-long-battle-painkiller-addiction.html https://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/athletics/62276245

Don’t diss the Saucepants…he’s got a Kärcher…and he’s not afraid to use it.

Fuck me, Cunto… this has been done to bastard death…months ago.

Was it ‘all-inclusive’, Bill?

‘Lampshade’… surely?

Sounds like Saucepants has tracked Eric down at last. It could be the end of days, death by water-blaster.

All of your fuck-ups are molehills, anyone disagreeing or challenging you, well, their’s are mountains. On it goes.

The salt water, tidal variety? Well, there you have it. Chastised for squabbling with one of your little pals. What a gal eh?

A heartwarming defence of your little pet, and no mistake. In the interests of fair play, after you’ve used your immense intellect to do ‘a bit of digging’ into my source of income, will you offer an apology and/or a retraction of the above insinuation? Honest question.

Not like you to name-drop and squeal for help now is it? Fuck off you wearisome dull fuck. Don’t address me again, you’re embarrassing.

Listen you boring little shitehawk. That’s the second time in an hour that you’ve gegged in on my comments to other members. Now, last time, fuck off and go and paint that model Spitfire’s rudder. You’re boring the arse off me now. Weird little cunt.

Noted. It could be my ‘super’ moment. Night.

Remember what, Steve?

Someone’s tiring.

Check your last twenty posts out, dickhead. Is there any chance that you can do a nom that you already submitted three months earlier? You’re good at that. How’s the Alzheimer’s coming along?