Dyslexic cnut

Have you turned a corner, Francis? Can we assume that you will desist from threatening to insert yourself between member’s ‘bedsheets’ and ‘strangling’ their families...going forward? I’ve replied to your PM. Read it…very carefully mi hombre.

He’s PM’d me. He’s definitely out of sorts. He’s asked me to apologise to @Ape™️ on his behalf as he can’t face the man. I think he’s shot to shit, Raaso…it may only take a gentle push in the right direction, if you get me?

Eric’s mellowed, Baws…as has Ape and RK and Stubbs is probably in Rafah, torturing…well, everything. Fact is, 3 years ago and more, this little cripple elc would’ve been waking up with soiled sheets and glancing over his shoulder on the way to the bus stop en route to his job, in the pigeon plucking factory. He needs to shut the fuck up, and pronto. Patience is an exhaustable commodity.

This elc midget…killable? We know your thoughts on Harold the Rem.

Frank…what happened to that virile, athletic youthful and maniacal drummer of yesteryear? Had you sat in the doorway of OB’s, legs crossed with your faithful pound-hound, that flea-infested beanie would’ve been full of tenners in about an hour. What has happened to you, sunshine?

I think I may have fingered her, mid-80’s.

Neil, honest question. Ever abducted a darkie and if you did, when you were disinfecting the Rascal, did it smell musty?

Frank. Your gait is all wrong. You clearly walk/mince with tendency towards an uneven weight distribution on your right outstep. This could be indicative of a future requirement for knee or hip surgery. Obviously, I hope I’m correct & both/either operations fail catastrophically. You light-loafered old screamer.

Alone. Say a lot less.

I believe you’re starring in ‘A-lad-in’ this Xmas, you dirty old quaint.

Don’t humour this retarded little fuckwit, Gypps. He’s really not worth it.

Hair dye ffs! Cunt will drink owt.

Meths, White Lightening and a natural imbecilic nature is no respecter of time, E.

Dickhead.

You know his M.O. wait for a lull in activity, bombard the place with utter shite and then play ‘like swap’ with the usual fucking spastics. Hey presto…he’s, erm…relevant.

Can you imagine, Gypps, just how many young families, out for a Sunday stroll on the Row, ushered their children to the other side of the road to avoid getting close to a bedraggled elderly man in a manky beanie, looking like he’s just staggered out of a charity shop, taking pictures of shop mannequins whilst touching himself? A wrong ‘un and no mistake.

It would be nice if he had one on his fucking mouth. He’s had his filthy digits on many a fly-zip in his time. Probably.

Could you be more of a cartoon of yourself? Looking at the shape you’re in, I’ll sleep soundly tonight. Dope.

Knock it off, Frank you daft twat.

Lonsdale trainers? Well fuck my old army boots.

Not to mention the LB…3/4 of which resembles a sex offenders list.

I can’t see any of Pen’s posts, Raaso. Has he put his own recipe for Bollocknaise sauce up yet? Lol.

The cunt looks like he’s tied two Weetabix to his feet. Anyway, @Frank would you too be seen dead wearing a Speedmaster with a cheap aftermarket strap? What the fuck is this?

How is this, in any way shape or form a ‘cunting?’ @Mrs Roops…do your fucking job regarding this little adolescent spastic.

How many days, Doc?