Dyslexic cnut

Reported.

You dull old cock-on-legs. Fuck off.

I had some hope for you, once.

Probably very appealing if coupled with a four star soaked Pirelli as necklace.

No cunt in the area supports them murdering, crying cunts. The region is blue.

Pair of spellchecking cnuts. Fuck off.

Doors it have a rentable cock-loft though? Ask yourself that question.

In the interests of clarity, WC…what, precisely is a ‘plump establishment?’

Yeah…shut your fucking dick, Pen.

Didn’t he get arrested after being caught shoplifting in a tambourine shop?

No. You’re ‘drinking cider and listening to music AND monitoring a cunt’s posts on CC.’ Have a fine evening, however. Best wishes…The North.

‘Neither’…quick! Before Frank sees this.

I can’t have this, Uncle Ape. I lived in the North in the 70’s & 80’s. Trust me, it was fucking grim. Unemployment, riots, disillusion, poverty, cholera, impetigo, rickets and smallpox were running rife. A southern poof dealing with this kind of social trauma and upheaval would also have tried to escape their dreary lives with a pocketful of talcum powder, loud clothes and Motown banging. Shove it up your crack.

He’s beyond manners. He’s just achingly odd. Tell me you don’t enjoy his daily greetings ffs.

Odd cunt.

How do you live with this weird cunt greeting you every fucking day of your life? Tell me you haven’t fucked/jilted it, because I just don’t understand the trolling nature of this relationship. It’s quite disturbing.

I’m glad your northern Norfolk tongue is firmly in your cheek. You mischevious terrible cunt. I know what you’re up to.

All ‘northern’ music completely written off by someone, who, at best, geographically is from the Midlands? Decs…reconsider this submission. It stands up to no scrutiny at all.

I’ve told you to buy English before. These are not Goodyear welted, if at all, and the finish on the sole of your right instep at the heel point is fucking shocking. Unless they’re substandard Chinese copies, like your dead wife? Explain yourself.

Almost back to normal Tuber standards, P. Press on old chap.

Have you been hanging around with Torquemada Pecker, Eric?

Fuck me, Panzo…are you pissed here? This is the most Anglo-Saxon and legible post you’ve ever forwarded. The mask slips.

This will be problematic, Killa. Sunderland=averse to bathing/showers/running water etc. I’m thinking novichok in the cheesey-chips?

Slow down, I’m making notes.

Fuck off, Doc. As the members on here know, I’ve rented my cock-loft out to many celebrities over the years, primarily in the mid-80’s. I’ve had to fill dozens of rental agreements out, many that have directly asked me ‘are you a spasticated, jittery, neurologically impaired Cunt?’ I answered honestly and a lucrative, guilt-free tenancy duly ensued. This fliddy fucker has obviously deceived the system somewhere along the way and, if the litigants have paid their money and turned up at their accommodation to be greeted by a palsied, twitching Spudcooness in callipers, spilling hot tea all over them and dribbling snot into their cornflakes they should sue the fuckin Gaelic gimp into oblivion. I want it to die, convulsing. Who the fuck gets a terminal diagnosis and thinks…’I know, I think I’ll rent my spare room out for a few euros/potatoes that might come in handy…going forward?’ Also, it sounds like she had a RING doorbell, so fuck her.