Decimus

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.

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.