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Can I stop you there? Thanks.

Or Nuneaton.

No.

You've obviously never seen Taxi Driver. Fuck off you old cunt and shove your "Good Old days" up your fucking arse.

A fascinating critique of Frank's cunting capabilities, rendered completely irrelevant by the fact that you're a humongous shit-stabbing poof and are thus disqualified from being a member of said clique. Please limit your opinions to your monthly column in Attitude Magazine.

Ordinarily I'd PM the clique in anticipation of a feeding frenzy following a proclamation such as this from our lord and master. However, The Wolf is out of your league. Fuck off and find us easier prey.

You've been on fucking fire recently, Drew. I make that five likes in a week I've sent your way.

I like you, Stubby.. A lot.

Tiring today, Stubbers. Some goblin type creature who absolutely fucking stinks of Forest of Dean Wild Boar cock has moved into the bottle bank in the car park and keeps inanely rambling on about old mother Earth.

It's swampy cunts like you who are responsible for the nation stumbling around in the fucking dark for five minutes waiting for energy efficient light bulbs to brighten a room. Take your maggot out of Al Gore's arsehole, douse yourself in leaded four star petrol and set yourself alight.

Cheap seats playing cunt.

If it really is Drew as I suspect, he'll nick the wine before he goes anywhere near your wallet, the drunken, groundhog cunt.

Stubby is gonna drop a fucking bollock when he logs on and reads it.

"Dougie" is actually "Drew" in Spacklish.

Do you not think that a pervy cunt accusing other pervy cunts of being hyporcrital is just a tad... Hypocritical?

Indeed, it's where he first bumped into Mrs. N.

Mrs. N has no doubt got a strong gag reflex after being ridden by your fat, fucking sweaty hulk for the past 30 years. However, it's a bit much to expect her to keep down her chicken McNuggets and fries whilst wearing a tarpaulin drenched in hooker blood and terrier spunk.

Always a frown, With Gordon Brown.

Somewhere over the rainbow flag.

I hope that you weren't fathering Ding. If so you've got a lot to fucking answer for.

Yes, your May 15 1976 address to the Oxford Union has gone down in history. The Journal of the Royal Anthropological Society may disagree, but I firmly believe that the fine students of that wonderful society really did behold the missing link that fateful day.

@Manky like other years, I won't be buying a poppy, but I'll certainly be remembering your fallen King Edward peeling brothers in my own way. Lol Fuck off.

I originally typed "grown a couple of inches" but following legal advice I hastily edited the post.

Don't get me fucking started on this shit, leaving my house to go anywhere by car at the moment takes that long that when I eventually get home my youngest son has grown a foot. Fucking Caister high street dug up with no pre-warning or explanation as to why, the main roundabout road out of Yarmouth to Norwich is being dug up and down to one lane traffic until January, the fucking quay has got roadworks, and then when you get to Norwich you've got the joys of the knock on effects of the NDR works. And that's without taking into account my fucking Postwick rounabout nemesis. By the time I've gone around a glut of the pointless circular bastards, I'm just about ready to vomit by the time I reach Thorpe, and that's even before I see you by the side of the road, eating a foot long Greg's pasty and masturbating furiously.

The original multi-ID scandal and Admin sensationalist expose. Featuring four big hitters Bill, Bawsey, Punkape and Frank, plus minor nonentities Agent Peabrain and Couldn't Give a Shit. Like the Kennedy assassination, everyone can remember where they were on the fateful 7th of December 2015.