Decimus

Crécy, Sluys, Poitiers, Agincourt, Blenheim, Quebec, Trafalgar, Waterloo, The Fashoda incident, Mers-el-Kébir, The Levant Crisis. Fuck off, @Witheredscrote and Rule, Britannia. Lol.

Silence, you shit stirring old woofter.

Indeed, LCS. I've quite often thought of quoting Ireland's position whenever young Panzy is getting hammered on here, but I can never bring myself to help prop him up. As for our Māori millionaire, I could take him giving the UK a hiding if he lived in a country that had undeniable advantages over us. New Zealand is the poor man of the CANZUK nations when it comes to culture and economy and a raft of other shit that makes a nation bearable to live in. He reminds me of someone living in Lowestoft singing its praises over Great Yarmouth when they're both equally fucking shit. @JohnnySaucePants use your Karcher to wash your fucking mouth out, the amount of shite that's coming out of it must leave an awful taste on your thick, spastic tongue.

Have you ever heard of GDP, Johnny? Not just notional, but every single definition or calculation of it? The UK outperforms New Zealand in all of these, including per capita before you bang on about only you and a dozen other fucking idiots living there. So we've established you've abondoned a rich country for an irrelevant, piss poor backwater. Your financial argument is dead in the water, so explain to us how a country of less than five million sheep shaggers has a richer and more fulfilling cultural and entertaining landscape than the UK? What's the artistic, theatrical, musical and cinematic scene like in your ex-colonial, poor man's Australia shit-pit? Fucking idiot.

I'm quite happy living in a country full of culture, history and with a firmly established place at the top table of world nations. As beautiful as the scenery is in New Zealand, you wouldn't catch me living in a third rate backwater run by a horse faced, lefty-uber liberal cunt. I'm glad you're content though, and are happy being a bullshitting non-entity in a political and culturally non-entity of a country. Fuck off.

I don't know how you made your monopoly money fortune, but it certainly wasn't by using your brain. You utterly thick fucking bastard.

Remember that tank top I bought you, I wrote "You're gormless" on it.

To be fair to him, it'd be hard to top the hilarity of some of his previous greatest hits. Can you remember the time he was adamant that the Chinese wouldn't dare attack the Japs because the Royal Navy had a single, rusty tugboat on patrol in Japanese waters? Or when he had absolute confidence that John Bull could single handedly pull down the Russian Bear's pants and give him a damn good thrashing? The deluded little cunt is living in a W.E. Johns novel.

Shut up you sick cunt, you've been rumbled. Trot off back to admin and beg him to give you some new papers. It doesn't matter how many times you try to sneak back in, you'll always be sniffed out and I'll make sure everyone is reminded of why you had to run away and delete your original ID.

As much as I dislike you, I'd be careful nailing your colours to this cunt's mast. As you're new here I'll give you the benefit of the doubt that you weren't aware that this is a previous member who defended another old hand who sent child pornographic fantasies over PM to Roadkill.

The last time you logged in as Reptyle, it was your best friend's cousin who lived in a big house, and you didn't own a sports car then, but you'd once "seen one". After being absolutely annihilated for banging on about the successes of other people, you then proceeded to defend a member who was outed as a deviant nonce cunt. Since then, like the sinister little Jon Venables freak you are, you've been put in the admin witness protection programme. Five fake IDs later, just like Venables, you've blown your cover every single time by reverting to tedious type. Before you.get hounded off the site again by people who are still absolutely disgusted by your defence and friendship of a paedo, can you explain to us why you.stuck up for said nonce when he was writing beast fiction about a child shitting on him? Fuck off out of here before you get hunted down and have your legs broken, you creepy fucking pervert.

Bearing in mind you have said that you were adopted, I've got a genuine question for you, Pen. If my wife and I were tragically unable to have children, and we decided to go on the adoption waiting list, I can hand on heart say that we'd wait until we were offered a child with a determinate sex and no disabilities. If a mutant child sans cock, balls or fanny was put before us, I'd tell them to sling their fucking hook. What persuaded your adoptive parents to accept a genderless freak of fucking nature into their home?

Take it from someone who knows about multi IDs, Reptyle. The key is to create a character so utterly different to your original persona that you can blend in without suspicion. This is your fifth attempt at a new start, and short of waxing lyrical about your homemade Bristol stool chart, you'll always give yourself away by banging on about the south and Sharia law, despite your northern shit pit of a home being full of more Pakis per capita. How long until you tell us how much more considerably rich you are than us because you once saw an Aston Martin on a 15 year old rerun of Top Gear? Fuck off, everybody hates you.

I'm half expecting Frank to create some sort of Father-Son YouTube travelogue channel, heavily plagiarising that similarly pretentious cunt Jack Whitehall. Picture it. Frank and the old man traipsing across Europe, Joe le Taxi heavily scripted as a "Fish outta water" type chancer, every other scene showing him screaming into some random dago waiter's face "DOOO YOOUUU DO EGG AND FUCKING CHIPS?" Frank pouting in the background, tutting and rolling his eyes like an overly contrived spastic fucking cunt.

What with the old cabby cunt's fat, wotsit coloured fingers and your own brightly coloured and flamboyantly bent threads, I'd imagine that you both still had enough illumination to glare at each other with disgust across his ash strewn floor.

Poor old Eric was half deafened by the frantic beeping of its electronic tag. Did you know that Southend is north-west of Somalia, and therefore by a cartographer's definition is actually a part of Greater Manchester?

Great nom. The way you're going, you'll soon be getting sent to Coventry again.

Apparently Roadkill and I are neighbours. Fucking idiots.

With tedious predictability, the site's saddest and loneliest specimen has desperately tried to align itself with the current whipping boy. A routine so fucking tired that it makes Frank look aquafresh. Nobody wants to be associated with you, Pen, young DC like many others before him has found himself in the unenviable position of you being the only member willing to give him the time of day. If his stock raises around here he'll do what everyone else does, drop you like a stone and start calling you a vile, sinister, Norman Batesesque, crossdressing monstrosity. You're not wanted here. Take your dubious grasp of geography and fuck off to some tranny train spotters community forum.

Indeed. In fact, the only definition that doesn't include Norfolk in the southern region is the bullshit one made up on the spot by DC and that mad old bat Tootsie. Next week on The Terrain, Toponymy and Tranny show, Pen and "her" sidekick will take us on a Hygge-fuelled tour of that marvellous Scandinavian country, Portugal. Fucking pair of stupid cunts.

It clearly is, as nobody but you and the desperate childless and friendless tranny who has latched onto you consider it to be northern. As for any "cartographer" placing Norfolk in the north east, the only way that would happen is if they were drawing a map stood on their fucking head whilst out of their mind on smack.

Hardly, you thick fucking cunt, if you drew a line that low down most of the country would be north of that line. You don't define the north of Italy as everything above Pisa, and you don't define the south of France as everything below Arles. It's not exactly a hard concept for most people to get their heads around, you find the mid point of the longest north south axis and you draw a horizontal line. You don't draw one that cuts the country into 25% and 75% unequal shares.

Are you fucking stupid? Don't answer that, it may as well be a rhetorical question as it's apparent that you are. I've never heard so much fucking shit during my time on here, Norfolk is the southern part of the North East? Have you ever seen a compass, or a map of the country, you thick fucking cunt? As for banging on about longitude and latitude like some syphilis addled nautical wanker, if your spazzy little hands are capable of holding a pencil and ruler, work out the mid-point of the longest north to south axis in England, you'll find it's Morton in Derbyshire. Anything north of that (that's up on the map by the way), is north, and anything south of it (that's down on a map) is the south. As for there being a cultural difference between the north and the south, do your own fucking research. There are thousands of articles that talk about the north/south divide and what it entails. Coincidentally, you'll find that Norfolk isn't included as part of the north in any of them, mainly because they were written by people clever enough to understand how to interpret a fucking map. Jesus wept, Pen and yourself are both living up to the stereotypes of your fellow northern scum, mainly being pig fucking ignorant and thick as fucking shit.

Apart from some demented, 6'4, childless freak of fucking nature who dresses up in women's clothes (you), literally no one else in the world thinks Norfolk is in the north. Do a Google image search of "The North of England" and apart from a few jocular ones which includes everything above London, you'll see Norfolk is in the south. Show me one official government map which for statistical purposes includes it in the fucking shit hole region of the country you were born in and I'll say you were right. Until then, shut your prattling fucking mouth, you've got all the geographic talent of a dyspraxic flat earther.

It's only a website, Frank. Lol.