Dyslexic cnut

Mutant whorecunt, die.

I’m in Arles tomorrow, Francis. Any culinary tips?

Unusually active on here since your ‘like’ farming post. Are the members to assume that you’re reborn and are taking a tilt at the title or is this just another simpering, flawed attempt at garnering relevance in this place? I’ll tell you this, and I’ll tell you nothing less, your conduct and output is being scrutinised like never before. Ensure you take your next steps very carefully. I hope that your dog is dead, incidentally.

I’m in the Camargue, Frank…halfway across d’Etang. Roops will confirm. I’ve sharpened the prop and I truly hope that I see you and that rectally gaping sausage dog bobbing in the water tomorrow, you squalid, fetid bellsniff. You’ve been warned.

Shut your Cunting fucking mouth…you wearisome little fuckwart bastardtwat.

Agreed. We’ll see how smarmy she looks after you’ve shot-blasted her endometrium with Haitiian Gentleman’s Relish…I know Roops looked the worse for wear after your carnival bash…I thought the poor cow had miscarried ffs!

I’d vote for her if she gave the electorate ‘just a brief tasteful glimpse of her vadge.’ Derek & Clive.

Have a listen to this hypocritical pig-slag-whore-bitch-cunt, Raaso. Not a glimmer of discomfort on her twisted grid after personally ‘importing’ a gobful of cheese into her own home for some time…

Cuckolded by a clefty, speech-impediment pig in a wig in the National news. What a shadow of a man. The utter fucking shame of it. Unless he’s kick-fucked her mum, sister & all of her aunties out of vengeance then suicide is the only way out in my eyes. That’s what I did. Probably.

…then, daddy will fuck off and mummy will be made a baroness.

Beautiful…always makes me emotional. Qualitahhhhhhh.

Al Spackson Jnr.

‘Stubby Rich?’

I take it that’s you on the drums, Francis or did you get a blind thalidomide on a very low stool in for the, ahem…session?

Reported…boghopper.

…and your brood will be minus two Declans and four Brendans.

Pile of cunt. All deserve being strapped to a Russian missile launcher. You pretentious bumwank.

Winter’s coming, Spudcoon. How many kilos of peat does one of your fifteen fetid, rickets-ridden, impetigo urchin kids buy these days?

Try this lady…she’ll melt far more. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sulfuric_acid

You Brit obsessed Cunt…why the fuck do you care or comment (daily?) You should be busy reading your little red book, digging paddy fields and weaving a bamboo hat. Your big yellow boss is coming. Now fuck off, Abbo-shagger.

Saturday night too. Fucking dreadful. Mind you, any prospective newbies looking in, only to be greeted by @Frank’s tenth hilarious posting of a Rocky soundtrack aren’t exactly going to be tempted to join are they? The fucking stupid, idle twat.

I’ve arrived at the conclusion that the man was so capable but the demise has been mystifying. I’ve seen talented millionaires end up on the dole, usually, only two causes…beak or gambling. Whaddya reckon?

I used to log on to his input. I’m embarrassed to admit it. What a tragic decline. It’s over, it really is.

There really is nothing left. Here’s me thinking you had something more. I’m bereft…kinda.

Straight question. Do you think that your ringing endorsement strengthens this cunt’s current predicament?