Dyslexic cnut

I see she’s up to her old tricks again.

Tea is for lesbertarians.

Hard boiled eggs on a beach with a blue flag status.

Never mind all that…the question must be, does Amber Turd take it in trap 2. Judging by the size of that log, would you touch the sides even with your Caribbean-sized kidney-wiper?

Johnny’s sound. Never ducked a round and paid his rent on time when he stayed in our cock-loft in the mid 80’s.

We don’t know enough about Liston. This clouds the comparison. Clay beats both of them though. You can’t hurt what you can’t see.

This is no time for fear, after what’s gone on lately. Don’t let us down Jako….get the Cunt.

It’s an interesting discussion. My old man, born in 1934, ran our local boxing club. I had many hours of such discussions. My angle was that modern boxers, with their diets, athleticism and pure size would do well in an any era. His counter argument ran something like this…’listen son. EVERYONE boxed in the town when I was a kid. You needed 70 fights before you got the chance of a shot at the British belt. There were no JCB’s in them days, men were physically powerful, hand balling on the docks or on the shovel. They only needed to crack you once, they had arms like girders. As for diet, we were on rations until 1955, I was 18 when I saw a fuckn banana, never mind Coca-Cola.’ Dad was a top boxer and boxed for England at ABA level…one name…Sugar Ray Robinson, for him. The only other he loved was a little Panamanian light-weight.

Gypps?

He’s on his arse. Deliver the blow, Jake.

Don’t bottle it now, Jako. It’s about time someone stood up to @Decimus. You’ve got his number. Finish him.

Your best work ever, Prof. Now, get disembowelled you stupid cuntess.

I don’t get the ‘duck’ thing Jako. Can you elaborate. Trust me, if it’s good, I’ll join in. I’ve got previous for about turns. Standing by.

No idea. @Decimus despises me, almost to the level of @Old Chap Raasclaat. We’ve never got on. Move on. You’re barking up the wrong vagina.

Bedford Rascal fumes?

Never mind this shit. What are the chances of these cunts getting eaten by a polar bear, Bill? https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-61213537

A skirmish. Take note of how the war ended, muchacho.

Howling…

What the fuck is a ‘fine art nude?’ I smell pomposity.

Out on the Bonny today. Pisses oil but I love the sound. Got a Trident to.

There’s something disturbing about you. I’ll be honest though, there’s a bit of me that likes your attitude. Let’s see how this develops.

He’s had his arse handed to him in a high hat today, Ed. It was always going to happen. How humiliating?

I don’t quite get you Triple. There’s bits of sharp, good stuff and then there’s this kind of bollocks. Err to the former.

You got torched mate. You’ve made much about you’re longevity here and you got flambéed. That must hurt. Learn your lesson and move on. Amateur.

Too busy laughing about your flawed hatchet job to be upset, trust me. Now fuck off, I’m trying to find a film to watch.