Dyslexic cnut

Jesus Cunting Christ. Just stop, ffs. Is there anything particular you’d like, on your headstone?

Never mind this shit. What are the thoughts on our wonderful mainstream media failing to even mention the fact that Old BoJo was caught, by an MP, in his own ministerial office, with his trousers off and his then mistress, now wife chomping on his exposed prong d’amour? This happened in the House of Commons, while he was Foreign Secretary and his actual wife was about to commence treatment for recently diagnosed cancer. How can this be deemed ‘unnewsworthy?’ Could it be that BoJo and Carrie Symonds’ extensive media connections were asked to remain silent? Why is it down to Private Eye to publish this news (about three weeks ago?) What a squalid bunch of cunts and what an unfit-for-purpose media we have. The fucking shame of it all.

Bring back JSP I say. This fuckhead makes him seem legendary.

Nowhere near as close as you’re getting to a fucking good hiding. Just fuck off you irritating no-mark wanker.

You’re done here, shitcunt. Best run along now before it gets really ugly for you.

😳👏

Space before and after an ellipsis which consist of three dots. Do it again.

I genuinely hope that there’s a Palestinian pork butcher in your near future.

Coprophilliacs…Blanche & Frank.

You’ve just started something that you know you can’t finish. You’re being monitored now, very closely.

…and the sentiment remains to this day. You should’ve listened, prick.

Stage 4…hopefully.

Ten years plus and all you’ve got to show for it is Pen. Sleep well tonight, you’ve finally made it on here. Try very hard not to wake up, you greasy Mediterranean pile of helmet debris…in loafers.

What an odd deviant little twatcunt this Carl Cunt is. Unwelcome, intrusive and irrelevant. Not worth killing.

If I made the rules I’d track you down and suffocate you by having Big Kazza muff your stupid sheep mouth with quim liquid. Fuck off.

Good observations, but, isn’t he 5’4” tall?

Cunt.

Yves St. Laurent have just been on the phone offering me a fortune for my right middle-finger debris. Lookout for my new fragrance hitting the shelves this autumn…’Clunge.’

I’m bored here Raaso, I’ve had enough, brother. Place is shite. Advice?

Post Mortem…? Agreed.

What…hungry kangaroos?

This is even easier than I thought…lol. Who’s ‘name dropping’ now?

She turned lezzo four days after I fingered her. True story.

Humphry Davy says you’re a cuntess, so he does. Good morning.

I admit, sometimes, when I’m bored, I like to rile you and it always seems to work. I don’t know what it is but I can’t warm to you, Ape. I’ve tried but I’ve always found you ‘limited.’