Decimus

I don't know what's worse, being an unrepentant, plagiarising bullshitter, or freely admitting you're that fucking mentally retarded you don't know how to do a screen shot. You are without doubt, the thickest fucking cunt I've ever come across on here. As you are such a spastic, I feel like I need to give you further instructions and remind you to include in the screen shot the date that it was posted. Not that I'm expecting you to produce anything, as you're lying through your retarded, overbiting teeth.

Bubba is back, you slimy fucking road and we're about to go 2016 on you. Prepare your arsehole.

Bubba is back, you slimy fucking toad and we're about to go 2016 on you. Prepare your arsehole.

Harold, son, have you ever taken a big, thick, throbbing and veiny midnight length up your shitter? If so, how long did it take you to cum?

Cancer.

I don't, what happened? You never know it might actually cause that toad to feel bad although I wouldn't hold your breath, he's an irredeemable fucking piece of shit.

I genuinely don't know anything about it. If I wanted to trick you into wasting your time and money going to a fake booking, which to be clear is not something I would do to you, or anyone else, I certainly wouldn't use Norfolk as it would immediately make you suspicious. If this has genuinely happened to you, then you need look no further than the French cunt. It's a despicable piece of treachery and deceit even by his incredibly low standards.

If this is actually true, then it certainly wasn't me as I've only recently become aware of its existence. If you're interested though, I know a certain French fucking weasel who originally started bleating over PM about it. I'm sure evidence can be provided if he denies it. Do you deny it, @Witheredscrote you treacherous, doxxing cunt?

I'm hardly surprised that you'd stick your big French beak in to offer support to someone lying about cancer. Wankers of a feather flock together.

I've sent an email to LinkedIn to ask them to change their disclosure policy as I see that there is absolutely no mention of your bankruptcy on there. I hardly think it's fair that you can offer your services as a lumber expert without revealing your little jaunt to Wales, you useless, inept cunt.

How many people have you managed to dox with your honeytrap LinkedIn profile? The last viewed function is handy, but you'd have to be a fucking idiot to look at such an obviously contrived profile whilst signed into your own account. Nice try.

Can you remember that idiot Moi who used to post her shitty attempts at titillation on here in the form of a sub-par Mills and Boon lesbian blog? What was her real name again?

Your obsession with dog ownership is almost as strange as your encyclopedic knowledge of The Beeching Report. Get a fucking life.

I've just been watching The Snowman with my daughter, could you imagine if it was made today? The child would be a a gender neutral, black spastic and someone would piss in the snow to ensure that the snowman wasn't white.

@Dawn Chorus you post incessantly about shit you're not qualified to comment on, yet have been strangely silent on this thread. As one of the singing poofter's gender-bender gang, what pronouns do you prefer people to use when referring to yourself?

Thank you, Kavanagh QC, I didn't realise that a career spent hole punching train tickets qualified you to be The Corner's legal expert.

You didn't need to write a rambling essay to confirm what we already know. You can't provide the link because there isn't one. Mates on an FB group, Jesus Christ. Why don't you screen shot the imaginary post on the imaginary website if you're so concerned that we would somehow track your pretend friends down? If you do that we won't see the website link. Eh, Johnny, why don't you do that? What possible reason could you dream up to not do that I wonder? I'm looking forward to hearing it. You're excuses are getting more pathetic each time you're pushed on it, let me guess, you've also been held at gunpoint by MI5 and were forced to sign the Official Secrets Act swearing you'd never provide a fictional link to a fictional website. The fact is, until and unless you provide evidence to the contrary, which you absolutely would if you had it, because why on Earth wouldn't you want to show me up, you'll be known as a plagiarising, bullshitting little shit. Ball's in your court, Johnny, it's quite simple. Show us the evidence.

Indeed. I don't get involved anymore when the subject of Brexit comes up on here, it's a pointless exercise because no one knows how this will turn out. Prior to the vote and shortly after it, I made my feelings clear, though, I wanted the UK to be part of the EU because I truly believed we'd be significantly worse off alone. I hope that I'm wrong.

He picks up work every now and again. You know those dog fouling stickers that the council sticks up? Harold was the still life model for the steaming pile of fucking shit on them.

Out of likes. Class.

I can neither confirm or deny. Put it this way, though, if you're ever in the area again and spy a sheepish looking fat cunt in a Bedford Rascal parked up in front of a seesaw and swings, ping me a PM.

The early hours are already fucking abysmal on here. You've got the Gyppo telling knock-knock jokes, Johnny pretending to be in New Zealand, and now fucking Frank is pulling a Russ Abbott. What a two-bit, washed-up, snooker loopy cunt.

What is this fucking shit? Explain yourself.

I wouldn't know, Doc, I'm in the post room according to Pen.