Dyslexic cnut

I married the cunt’s sister, apparently. Another part-time idle bag of oestrogen who’s ‘get-out-of-jail-card’ is…‘I’ve had children!’ I never wanted the bastards incidentally, and one of ‘em is, by definition, illegitimate. Despite working full-time all of my life, this creature actually believes that her part-time wage has paid for every nicety in her life including the holidays, jewellery, frocks, house and cars. It has a propensity to snuggle up on the sofa to watch a movie and within ten minutes start snoring due to fatigue, only to intermittently wake-up and ask me to explain the movie’s plot. Odd that it can stay alert all fucking night to watch dwarves, whales and tranny black arse- bandits dancing about like cunts. It also likes Coldplay…which pretty much describes it’s bedroom technique lately. While I’m at it, it will watch football with me but feels it necessary to comment on the colour-clash between socks and shirts/shorts every ten minutes, offering unsolicited fashion advice for goalkeepers and querying why the linesmen’s flag doesn’t match his boots, etc. I’d fuck it off happily but I’d be lost without the ‘sock-fairy.’

Succinct.

Do you agree with my contention that the Caesarian section should be compulsory in order to keep the ‘Gentleman’s playground’ intact? A baggy clout is an abomination not helped by the modern female’s frequent reluctance to utilise ‘trap two.’

As have you…dead troll-cunt.

DOGSHIT…

Fuck off, wanker.

It’s Mourdant for me, all day long. I like her background and no nonsense approach. She is a talented debater and a confident performer at the despatch box. Still under the age of 50 yet with plenty of the requisite experience and unburdened by bias, ideology and priveledge. A good communicator and a capable speaker. Also, despite being a hefty lass, I’d let her ride me like a mid-spasm epileptic bison. She’s had no sprogs through her so she’s clearly ‘cuntus intactus’ and it must be like a mouse’s ear. Penny for your thoughts Roops?

Frank weren’t one of ‘em. He’d have fucked him in a cinch of Cors(a).

Boasting about your Magnificent Magyar Molars again? Vain Cunt. You’d have qualified as ‘toothless’ before your dental cruise down the Orinoco to Anchorage. Flash bowler-hat twat.

Fuck off. These lads can turn your brass-house into a steaming, sultry, sweat ridden Turkish bath free of charge. Also, them Xmas trees will be like Giant Redwoods come December. Think of the profit margins, Billy-lad. See your PM.

Four word, linguistically Dickensian jibes aside…what is the point of you, Frank?

I got no fucking invite. I’m not prepared to bail you out of this corrupt shenanigans btw. Withers…finish this manipulative rapscallion. Name names mate.

He’s busy voting against a fracking ban and bursting an intern.

Name names, Withers. What’s that Decs Cunt been up to? Standing by here kid…do it…someone needs to stand up to this clique business.

Weak. Come on CB…take the man on ffs.

Just don’t let the cunts in the house anywhere near the voodoo stuff…last thing we need is Bill Shankly getting fucking resurrected. 👍

Never mind this shit Doc. You filthy, unwashed criminal cunts can’t even allocate waste to the correct bin…and now you’re going to pay. I mean, who puts a putrid decomposing Abbo’s corpse in a recycling bin? Sort your fucking self out you degenerate before the Man comes for your thumbs. https://www.news.com.au/lifestyle/home/suburbs-eyewatering-new-bin-punishment-as-residents-face-5000-fine/news-story/e2cf55c98605f2564ce5ee238b4417fe

Two scousers with shovels and rubber suits will be at your gaff at 10am tomorrow, Raaso. £500 or some clean gear will sort the bill then you can have a garden hot-tub, outside sauna, under patio heating and a nice grow-up, year round for fuck all mate…all the best now.

Naah, she’s just a fuckin cunt if the truth be known. A limited one to boot(ed)

It’s ‘bang’ you thick cuntess.

Struck off for fucking up a scale and polish on Shane McGowan I heard.

Is that similar to ‘Ringpieceworld?’ Otherwise known as the Barbican?

FFS! Really?

It was before our triumphal debut, Raaso. I believe he was Dr Cunt. I’m not sure…one of the grown-ups will know.

I don’t know why you do this to yourself, Doc. He’s kicked your cunt in before and he’s wounded after a recent savage exchange with LCS, which was vicious but entertaining. Now, I’m not a gambling man but I’d put my non-existent mortgage on you getting another good hiding here. Give me half an hour to get some ale and popcorn in, your nemesis will have finished the lawn by then. Good luck, going forward.