Decimus

@nocti Ordinarily, an adoption of veganism would sky rocket my absolute obsessional hatred of an individual. However, I despise the Williams cunt with such a passion that even if you told me that he had secretly been fiddling my kids for years, I still couldn't find enough left in the tank to want to kill him more than I already do. In fact, the only thing that you could tell me that would make me hate him even more would be the revelation that for all these years he's actually only ever been Lenny fucking Henry with his face and hands whited-up.

Especially the one that enables you to post utter fucking drivel like the above.

I wasn't aware that your Wendy house had central heating, Neil. I just assumed that when your gelatinous blob of a body started shivering you threw a piece of a dead prostitute onto the bars of your calor gas heater.

Dreadful. I imagine that you're exactly the sort of spastic who composes all his official work emails in multi-coloured Comic Sans font, and is the self-appointed office jester. As if it wasn't bad enough working in a Ponzi scheme call centre, your poor fellow colleagues also have to put up with your verbose ramblings. Instead of boring them and us to death, please do the world a favour and take a massive overdose of barbiturates.

I'm not sure that displaying an in-depth knowledge of the benefit system's terminology is helping your case to appear anything but a thick as fuck, scummy little cunt.

@Witheredscrote Bubba has a valid point. Apart from a brief period of brilliance between the 23rd and 28th of November 2015, you've been absolutely fucking rubbish. Make me laugh by the end of the week or I'm coming to Limoges hospital to smother you with a fucking pillow

I assume that you've ran out of toilet roll in your outhouse and have resorted to wiping your fat fucking arse with scraps of the AA road Atlas again. Keep your tarmac based trivia to yourself, you silly old cunt.

Any cunt fucking stupid enough to attempt to drive in London deserves everything they get.

Classic Stickers. Have a like, bby.

To be honest with you, I feel a little guilty about castigating her for all these years. In my defence, I struggled to put myself in her shoes as I'd never been through the trauma of losing something as dear to me as a child. Now that I have suffered the traumatic loss of 184 likes though, I can finally appreciate her agony. The Portuguese police and Proper have both got a lot to answer for.

Proper, you catheter cleaning, minimum wage, commode scrubbing cunt, give me back my fucking likes. Your site is on its fucking arse and you need me.

Proper, I've calculated that I should have 4424 likes in total. Please reinstate these immediately. I won't be posting anything further until these are returned as I refuse to operate under a like to post ratio of 1.51 like some sort of Bill Fucking Stickers.

This is a fucking outrage. @Admin Proper, explain yourself you shyster.

Quincy you fucking cunt.

For someone so completely obsessed with the rules of the site and dedicated to snitching, you haven't done your research. Dirty, grassing snake.

Oh God, Neil. You're not one of those pretentious fat cunts who parades around in a T-shirt with a wolf on and thinks that a band has sold out if they dare to make even a pound of profit on a record sale? I imagine that your record collection solely consists of vinyl's in custom made hemp sleeves, produced by some cunt from Glastonbury whose entire musical input consists of experimental whale song and Zulu chant fusion.

Well they're Irish really, it's got nothing to do with the disgusting hole they were unfortunate enough to be born in. The reverse of the famous Wellington quote applies in their circumstance.

As much as I absolutely fucking despise the desolate shit-pit that you call home, on a cultural level, especially when it comes to music, you are world beaters, as well as wife beaters. It's considered trendy to knock the Gallaghers, but their first two albums, plus their B-side album, are all absolutely fantastic.

Mrs. Manky finished a sentence for him at a dinner party once, which also ended with disastrous results.

Luke, Clique HQ is a right fucking shambles. During the 9 months of your absence I hired young Eddie as our locum scribe. Now the Dewey Decimal system in our archives is all over the fucking shop, and every time I try and locate the minutes to a particular meeting all I can ever find is the screenplay to The Boys From Brazil. Come Home, for fuck sake.

But perfect for disposing dead prostitutes under when the back of your Bedford Rascal is a bit cluttered I'd imagine, you deviant cunt.

There's no difference between this and every secondary modern north of Spalding.

I fucking well hope so, one who's not a boring, dull spastic of a cunt who wanks his maggot silly over the permeability of sandstone.

I hope you're not insinuating that one of his favourites would be a juvenile gander? Otherwise I'm afraid that you can consider yourself reported.