Decimus

A wise man once said: "As usual you attempt to put words in my mouth. Just like you love to portray me as fat, gay etc." Please take your own advice and do not insinuate that Punkape is incontinent by putting words in his mouth. He's more than happy with just your cock in it.

You obviously don't do humour unless it is literal. Does being a fat gay cunt mean that you are incapable of understanding anything abstract? For example, do you only get a punchline if it has been shoved ten inches up your arsehole?

Yarmouth's only Michelin starred eatery. And when I say Michelin starred, I of course mean that it's got a like on its Facebook page from Norfolk's very own Michelin man, Neil.

I prefer the Ireland of old. Staunchly Roman Catholic, fanatically invested in blowing up paras, openly collaborating with Nazis and a force to be reckoned with in the Eurovision Song Contest. The Ireland of today with Gunga Din at the helm has its arse firmly wedged upon the thrusting cock of the EU. An Ireland that panders to outsiders and slappers who do not want to face the consequences of a night of unprotected sex is anathema to me.

Never, in all my years, have I witnessed such desperate fucking attention seeking antics as an OP rattling off three posts before anyone else has submitted anything. You're a fucking disgrace.

Nope, some huge image he no doubt obtained from a shokushu goukan website. Albert always was a weird little cunt.

That's a bit much coming from the man who posted an upskirt photograph of a Japanese schoolgirl. Reported by the way.

I'll have you know that I've been apoplectic all week at the shenanigans within the Labour party. I've been pedalling all the old classics, the zionist new world order conspiracy, big nose jokes and demanding the destruction of Israel. What more do you fucking want?!

An addiction to the dark web is the sole reason why you are posting this shit surreptitiously on a smuggled mobile phone whilst hunched over your whizzing fist in a category A prison cell. Repent, you dirty northern bastard.

You fucking dirty, chutney-ferreting faggot cunt.

I don't live there you stupid fucking cunt, general vicinity does not indicate habitation. If it did, I'd have you ostracised and shot for living in Gloucester.

No wonder Jazz hasn't logged on in days. I imagine that he's stuck in an infinity loop watching this on repeat, his self-abused cock reduced to a bleeding and skinless two inch stump.

I'm surprised this didn't trigger a hysterical response from you about how the 'white man' is also an allegedly rare beast in England these days. You one-trick pony, repetitive, cry-baby, fucking cunt.

Stubby, I'd like to think that over the past year we have worked well together in cultivating my ninth favourite personal rivalry since joining. However, it goes without saying that as soon as I get the merest sniff of Ding, you'll be dumped harder than Presley's last ever shit. Get fucked.

Let's be fair, when compared to Boaby, he's a veritable breath of fresh air, although that air is as fetid as the contents of Drew's geriatric nappy when compared to anyone with an IQ over 12.

Not as many times as I've heard that joke, you fucking cunt.

Indeed, if you live in a rush-floored hovel, I can easily see why a room that has anything beyond an inch of animal dung to stand on would provoke such a feeling of wonderment. Sean is the only person since the 1950's who gets excited over linoleum. I can imagine him down his local working men's club, inbetween moaning about the closure of the pits, declaring to his mates " 'Appen I saw a glimpse o'the 26th century in Norfolk, they walk in their 'ose on floors you could only dream of. Lino, it's the future, I tell thee."

I imagine that the bewilderment and incredulity was entirely on your part. From the moment you ordered your first pint and bellowed "OW BLOODY MUCH?!" when faced with a £3.00 bill, to when you stared slackjawed at women folk going about their daily business without sporting black eyes or broken noses.

I've got a suggestion:

I don't do well with folk from Yorkshire. Fuck off.

Being a disgusting fucking pig is the thing I find least offensive about her. Listening to her ramble on about Ramses the Great in her godfuckingawful Barnsley accent has all the gravitas of a northern pub bore in Wakefield banging on about how he misses the pre-decimal monetary system. She might have a doctorate from the university of Manchester, but I wager it was honorary in recognition of holding the record for "Most Ferrets Down Her Trousers 1987".

Gyppo?

I really can't be fucking arsed to trawl through yet another one of Panzy's surprisingly successful attempts to wind up the site's great and the good. Can someone please summarise the content of this thread by giving me a count of how many times he has typed out "Panzerknacker". If it's more than once, I suggest that this nom be completely expunged from the Corner's history books along with everything else he's fucking posted since 2017.

Isn't it about time that you squeezed your atrophied little Toulouse Lautrec legs into a pair of incredibly tight childrens trousers and gave us another video? Worm.

You'd need a skull as thick as a Pachycephalosaurus if you wanted to avoid being knocked out by Gyppo's pendulous cock and balls.