Decimus

When I first read this poorly constructed bollocks, I assumed that you had suffered some sort of major cerebral event. Upon further consideration, I realised that it's actually the first Drewsday of the new year. You drunken fucking cunt.

It's definitely better now, excluding Albert fucking Ross of course.

I don't hark back to the time when I first joined. It was absolute dog shit, everyone calling each other "mate" and a load of maudlin bollocks being posted. There was a nom counselling deebom against having an affair, a nom about deebom's drug addled father were everyone swapped sympathetic ditty's, a nom from that weird old fucker Grumpycunt about getting old and how depressing it was, Gyppo telling us about her dead grandaughter and everyone offering sympathy. It genuinely was a complete load of fucking bollocks. I'm glad the majority on here are nasty cunts now.

I quite like Roops these days.

Hahahahahaha! Good one, Withers, how about "Pwaan cwacker, Fwang"? Stupid fucking Macmillan cunt.

I love it when you dredge up my classics. I normally end up with a plethora of new likes from cunts unlucky enough not to have witnessed my genius first time around. Fuck off. Lol.

I'd rather be double penetrated by Ricky Tomlinson and John Bishop than have to endure 90 minutes of Millwall's away contingent as I did today. In the grand scheme of things, Liverpool fans, victim complex aside, aren't that bad.

What are you, the fucking litter police? This isn't the first time you've revealed that you get upset over a bit of rubbish, you swampy cunt. Instead of hugging trees and listening to whale song, you should have a drink and lighten the fuck up, you boring dick head.

Who?

I've submitted a detailed six point business plan to Proper, I think it's the only chance we have got to stop the rot before it's too late. 1: The removal of Roops and Rick as mods again in order to stimulate some absolutely brutal revenge cunting. 2: The addition of mod powers to an unpopular and hated character such as Frank or Bill. 3: The immediate release of Gurt. 4: Allowing each member to create one multi-ID in order to offer out of character debate and hilarity. 5: The reinstatement of the leaderboard. 6: Breaking Ding out of Armley prison and giving him immediate access to the internet.

You could also be describing the Margate Mecca bingo hall, to be fair.

The next time you decide to take a trip down memory lane, take it by yourself without boring the fuck out of everyone else. Fucking idiot.

If by "villa" you mean your hastily constructed polythene sheet-tent at the Barbadian municipal rubbish tip, I'd say that your chances of bumping into Barry are next to zero.

I used to love the hidden extras on Gameboy's Pokémon Gold.

He would remind me of Fender, if Fender wasn't a severely mentally and physically disabled, fat tongued fucking simpleton waving around a Toys'R'Us hammer in a Bermondsey doss house.

Absolute fucking dog shit.

If you blacked him up and shaved his beard, he'd actually be the double of the kid on the left. It's the supraorbital ridge that does it.

It could be worse, Nocs.

I've also reported her.

Mrs D. just caught a glimpse of what I was doing on my phone, and has surprisingly revealed that she is more observant than I gave her credit for. To quote. Her: "Are you talking to Quincy Cockfingers?" Me: "No" Her: "Cuntybaws?" Me: "No" Her: "I don't know any others." A minute of silence... Her: " Punko? (sic) Do they still think you're Welsh?". I'm going to get her to register and give me ten likes a day.

I imagine that you've spent a number of years seriously conflicted, Drew. On the one hand, you're dying to get into The Loft to sample the delights of popper irritated scrotal sacks, but on the other you are disgusted with multi-storeyed connotations associated with the name.

It seems just as likely that one would contract AIDS in the real life Birdcage as the fictional, if the first hit on Google is anything to go by: Artsy boozer with cool looks, cocktails and cupcakes, gallery space, plus poetry and cabaret nights.

Never one of my favourites, it was generally frequented by fat racist, pickled egg-gorging cunts, so I'm hardly surprised that you were a regular. Get yourself to The Birdcage, I'll buy you a drink, you chunky fucking pervert.

@Mrs Roops do you want to do the honours, or shall I?

Back in the day, you were quite adept at putting a fox in the hen house, polarising opinions and formulating debate on here. Sadly, the vast majority of our current membership hold similar blinkered and idiotic views, so you're hardly the revolutionary you used to be. Proper, retire this fucking shit and invent a new militant left wing lesbian. The Judge is as good as fucking finished.