Decimus

Thank you for your kind words, Trumpo, it's been a tough day for me. After being pulled up about my quite frankly outrageous fabrications regarding going to the shop and sitting on a train, my confidence has been shot to shit. It's nice to feel appreciated.

Imagine the state of Punkape's festering arsehole if he is unable to administer his thrice daily hosepipe enema. I imagine the resulting backup of spunk will have him chucking up and spitting out vast globules of semem like some sort of Marc Almond/cobra hybrid.

Out of likes unfortunately, but I'll be revisiting this little gem. The Judge is just projecting his own life experiences onto others and his disbelief stems from the fact that no mother in their right fucking mind would ever leave her children unattended on a train with him.

If it wasn't obvious enough by the absolutely fucking huge blue banner at the top of the web page, it becomes apparent as soon as you post anything, you cretinous little wanker.

I suppose it's sort of better now he's reverted to his misanthropic wanker mode. His Steve Bannon tribute act and bandying about of alt-right watchwords was doing my fucking head in.

Oh look, it's Judge again, acting with incredulity that someone can leave their house and go to the supermarket. Fat shut-in, meals-on-wheels fucking cunt.

If anything, it speaks volumes as to how utterly fucking tedious and boring your life has been thus far if you find it completely incredulous that someone can go to work, visit a supermarket, and witness someone fainting. You're spot on, what a load of fantasist bollocks, only a rock and roll star would ever get up to such utterly crazy high jinks and antics! A supermarket?! Who's buying that shit?! Fucking idiot.

Mrs. R, I beseech you, can Quincy come out to play now?

Did anyone place an order for a stupid fucking cunt?

During your time in the cooler, were you reconditioned Clockwork Orange style? Granted you're coming out with more or less the same absolute fucking shit as usual, but you've shown remarkable restraint in the above post by not mentioning "Ape" or "Tescos". You stupid little cunt.

Scotty, are you absolutely sure that you have got the time, inclination and patience to engage in a battle of pedantry with Roops? If the answer to this question is no, delete your post and forget this ever happened. I'm by no means prescient, but I've got a feeling that Roops might have something impossibly convoluted to say about this.

Drew during his 'Tootsie' years.

And the bargain ghouls. Usually to be found stalking the cold cut counters and chiller sections between the hours of 7pm and 9pm. Desperately pawing at the end of day reduced item section, salivating over twenty slices of Billy Bear for ten pence and becoming sexually enraged at half-price, dented cans of own brand cider.

Just been to the supermarket and there was some old cunt lying spreadeagled in the car park with his tongue out like Old Yeller post death scene. Like any sane minded citizen who has just put in a hard shift at the coal face, I had absolutely no intention of fucking fannying about and checking for a pulse or rifling through his pockets for change. Unfortunately for the NHS and the hugely overstretched adult social care services, though, a couple of do-gooder cunts decided to do something about it. From the sounds of things, he collapsed as a result of overheating in this savage heatwave, like hundreds of other wrinkled burdens on society throughout the country in recent weeks. It's no wonder that these stupid fuckers are dropping like flies. Despite weather resembling the ambient temperature of the inside of Liza Tarbuck's arsehole, these wankers persist in their disturbing fetish for heavy knitwear. Yet again the health service finds itself overtaxed due to a demographic that offer absolutely nothing to society except an example of how not to dress during the hottest summer in recent years. I hope he dies.

You've been back less than 48 hours and I'm afraid to say that you have been utterly fucking shit. Time to pack up your shit and fuck off, your range rover and Cheshire based arse-banditry pales in comparison to new wanker on the block MC's Audi and Cotswold breeze block shack. You snooze, you lose, you're now totally redundant and unnecessary. Lol. Fuck off.

You're making me simultaneously queasy and erect. Would you like a Roman shower?

To be fair, my very first thought upon seeing anyone caucasian in Thailand is that they are undoubtedly a nonce. If said honky then has a reckless disregard for their own life in order to enter a dark cave full of children with not a camera in sight, my suspicions are subsequently doubled. All that being said, I'm highly surprised about the time that Bill absolutely begged Mrs. Roops to provide incontrovertible proof that he was posting from Thailand. I'm not suggesting that he's a child sex tourist, but he certainly has a lot of questions to answer.

Ten years?! I'm ready to stick my head in the fucking oven after two years of hearing about it on a near constant daily basis. The thought of spending the next decade listening to Owen Jones squeaking in faggot speak about how unfair it all is, plus Jacob Rees Mogg demanding that the island of Britain be towed 1000 miles further west into the Atlantic for the hardest of Brexits, is enough to make me want to cut my dick off and bleed to death. Both sides are an utter fucking disgrace and should get on with it in complete and utter silence.

I find myself feeling rather conflicted tonight. I've granted the Stubbinator two likes in recognition of a rare couple of instances of wit, yet feel a not inconsiderable amount of disgust at his Snatch-like, lackadaisical treatment of your/you're.

I sincerely doubt that Frank's tiny T-Rex arms would be capable of lifting a banana, let alone a midget Chinese woman. One can only assume that he acquired Ming by more nefarious means.

Ming?

What an awful image to contemplate. Your little bullet nestled within a thatch of sparse, silver hair, a solitary drop of precum glistening like a tear at your Jap's eye as your genitals reminisce about a youth and pitch black pubes that were left behind in a bygone era.

I can't even begin to imagine. The Chinese in general are renowned for their uncouth manners, so it's a testament to your patience that you have yet to shove her fat, squinty fucking face into her own boiling hot peanut oil.

Shooting a child at point blank range in its face is less of a crime than giving it some sweets and a tickle in the back of a transit van You make me fucking sick.

I'm afraid that you can consider yourself reported.