Decimus

I'm not sure I like what you're insinuating. This isn't the Watergate scandal and you don't work for the Washington Post. Unless you want Proper knocking on the shared door to your HMO tonight, I'd keep your wild conspiracy theories to yourself.

You need to review the facts as presented by Mrs. Roops. Within the past week I've been in Virginia, an obscure area of France and Barry Island. At no time was I ever within a thousand miles of Greece or any of her islands... Bowballs.

After I've established some sort of IT based plausible deniability he will be dealt with in short order.

Still fucking shit in every conceivable way I see. What are you playing at anyway? After me you're the most partisan one on here, so why was your chubby little arse sat firmly on the fence during the Baws-Wiz death match?

Shut the fuck up you swampy ponytailed, crusty little cunt.

The last thing I want after a week of shitting my kokoretsi fouled colon out into some fly blown Greek shitter is to log onto The Corner and find out that I've been associated with the thickest cunt that has ever darkened these hallowed halls with their presence. Find another scapegoat, frankly I'm fucking disgusted that my name has been dragged through the mud and tagged to whoever this bargain basement version of Fatty was. Virgins.

I'm now about to jet off on holiday to some godfuckingawful all inclusive on a generic Greek island. There's going to be a kids club, family friendly entertainment and northerners. If you're not on The Leaderboard by the time I'm back, I suggest you don't bother logging back in again.

That's enough shameless product placement from you, thank you very much. If you're not flaunting the latest range of Sylvanian Families breeches, you're banging on about some darky's restaurant or Ronnie Scott's. Show some dignity.

It was Prince of Wales Road. If you're going to get the grandslam of pig and a dog in one evening, it's going to be there.

It's the talk of the town at work, anyone would think it was the road to Damascus the way it's being waxed lyrical about. Personally, I think that any transport link that makes it easier (or apparently not) for the pig fucking inbreds from Dereham to reach Norwich, shouldn't receive any publicity, lest anymore of the stupid cunts become aware of it.

A man has been arrested on a busy street in Norwich today and charged under Section 155 of the Highways Act, specifically "having a pig untethered and loose on a public highway". I can confirm the whereabouts of Mrs. D today. Neil and Drew, can you do the same for your respective other halves? Lol Fuck off. https://www.bbc.com/news/amp/uk-england-norfolk-45130907

Stubby, are you OK bby?

Spunk.

At least you're standing out from the crowd by rigidly sticking to being a humourless fucking cunt.

That I hope to God you don't take your top off in the street, you disgusting fat slob.

The only words you wrote that I believe. Massively contrived pile of shit.

I don't know why you're so hostile to the notion. The cunt is almost an octogenarian, a bungalow is almost certainly guaranteed to be a heavy point of reference in the new series.

Forgive me if I don't accept the critique of a man whose idea of an evening's entertainment is to sit in the shadows whilst watching a hogtied girl scream for her mother.

Ditto. I think Stewart would never had agreed to take part if the premise was as poor as the latter TNG films. Even so, he could carry a mediocre series and transform it into something brilliant purely with his performance. As long as Marina Sirtis isn't persuaded to put down her bottle of vodka for the chance to squeeze her fat carcass into a 30 year old leotard, it will be a success.

I've got a hunch that Reptile would struggle to turn on a light switch without burning his mother's house down.

Let me put it this way, by brazenly trying to take me on, you're engaging in a Kobayashi Maru scenario.

Drew's pissed, Tim still has a ponytail and I'm top of the leaderboard again after a brief six hour usurpation.

To be fair to The Hat, I was a bit of a scamp.