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It's more likely that he uses them in his role as a creepy little Peeping Tom. Imagine the sheer terror of looking up whilst taking your morning shit and seeing Punkape's face pressed against the window, tongue lolling like a big fucking dog and eyeballs completely rolled back inside his head.

He was on his way to Frank's restaurant when it happened. He subsequently bumped into Steve Bannon and they both cleared the gays and dykes out within ten minutes and set up a pop up eels and whelks store that only serves White British.

Funnily enough, I didn't stop to question the slags about their pedigree or whether they have a family crest. Just so I can be clear in future, do you have a fool proof way of determining someone's class by eye? Idiot.

The only member of the Mustelidae family that you've ever shown any interest in is the chuntney ferret. Lol

The speculum wedged "Open" of your civil partner no doubt. Stick your fucking head in it. Lol

I can't wait. Hopefully the liberal, namby pamby wets of the current political class will finally be replaced with reactionary, draconian strong men. Freed from the shackles of EU regulated human rights legislation, they can once again ban homosexuality and punish any act of faggotry with an immediate death sentence. You are going to have to deal with that. Poof. Lol.

Remaining in the EU would have allowed us to continue with fluid free movement, a privilege that was even extended to those citizens with unsavoury criminal convictions in their past. That being said, are you gutted that you'll never again dance half-naked on all fours to Kraftwerk at Berlin's premier homosexual sadomasochism club?

I'd quite like to run over his fat fucking head with his own bus of lies.

Are you implying that your mother sleeps with children? Anyway, the answer to your question is none, I wouldn't go anywhere your dirty dick has been.

Any slight deviation in the usual grey and drizzly shit weather we thrive on results in a national fucking stroke. It also brings out the worst type of pub bores who either bang on about how they get the trains running during a Moscow winter or quote statistics about the summer of 1976. The sooner it starts mildly raining, the better.

I just came incredibly close to hammering the final nail into your CC coffin, but I chose to give you a like instead. There is power in a Union, brother. Onwards!

You quite clearly have a history of horrific sexual abuse. As a result of spending your formative years being horrendously skull fucked by your parish priest, the Broca's area of your brain is obviously damaged beyond repair. In layman's terms, your rambling fucking shit makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.

As a tiny bundle of non-sentient cells, I wouldn't have an opinion on it. If I was a woman who had been violated by a family member, or by a stranger who had forced themselves upon me, I'd absolutely abort.

Being opposed to abortion even in cases of rape and incest. Is that not mental? And if not, why not?

I agree, but only if we are talking about Watson's feet circa 'The Philosopher's Stone'. And if we are, you have a problem.

Speaking of registers, it's been over a year since you were incarcerated. I thought it would get easier with time, but it hasn't.

If you convert this picture into black and white, then take into account his absolutely fucking mental politics, you could be forgiven for thinking that he was part of Hitler's inner circle. His salute is spot on.

Economics is by no means my speciality and I'm certainly no Maynard Keynes. But didn't the most recent statistics state that there is a UK import/export trade deficit of £8.9 billion? Surely a weak pound is absolutely fucking terrible news for the economy in general, and in particular for fucking unimaginative wankers who roast their carcasses in Florida for two weeks every year? Happy to be corrected if I'm wrong by either yourself or Roops Rees Moggs.

I never realised that in his youthful pre-pig feeding says, Bricktop was a member of The Jam.

Imagine my complete lack of surprise upon logging on for the first time this evening and seeing a nom about dogging that you're posting left right and centre on. You degenerate little cunt.

I'm not fucking having that. I could spot MikeD a mile off. The nervous flitting from thread to thread, endlessly muttering "it's only a website" in a futile attempt to try and convince himself that you don't mean it when you say that you want him dead.

Fucking hell, poor MC. Battered to fuck.

You can stop dangling your little minnow dick in the water, I'm biting. Who is it?

Even a faggot as utterly depraved as Punkape likes a bit of pillow talk. I doubt this new cunt would be intellectually capable of any conversation aside from a few grunts about the Andrex puppies.

I'm not even sure he lives on planet Earth, the demented little cunt.