nocti

Robbie Williams survives wreckage.

Its penis cancer sir.

"It's penis cancer, madam" would be a bit of a fucking stinger too I reckon!

The barrel has gone.

New Miranda series announced.

Yeah, we've loads of this type in Ynysddu.

Do you live in Middle Earth?

I wrote a part for her in my film, where she had to chew on my piles while I tongued her log flume. Fuckin cunt didn't even turn up for the audition at my house. There's a load of cunts at Joan Collins and they need sorting out.

 

Any chance of a butchers at this screenplay? It sounds right up my boulevard, if you will.

Didn't these used to go to long-serving hard workers? The only thing this salad-dodging cunt has worked hard at is his dinner.

Cue Londonm letting us know that you can't get them in his area. Shallots in the finest balsamic or bust, I imagine.

Can't afford one I take it?

Once again, it seems the measure of the man is his tendency to spend needlessly. iPhones are a rather fitting microcosm of the London properties you seem to be at liberty to mention in every other fucking post, be it on topic or not. Overpriced, overrated, and owned by gullible fucking retards.

They are walled-garden shite for people who need to be dictated what they can and can't use, lest they install something that hasn't been given the nod by some useless teenage tosspiece with a degree in arse licking.

I can't bollock the wife for watching shit soaps then come on here to witness this fucking mess, it makes me feel like a hypocrite. I'm seeing more drama than she is for fucks sake.

Why the fuck can't any of you stupid cunts quote properly? Stop ripping the piss out of each others' grammar for a moment and learn to click a button. Once.

As for this nom, it's rather self explanatory. I won't complain about getting a headache if I listen to drum and bass full blast whilst headbutting a brick wall, likewise you shouldn't complain about indigestion when consuming the most acidic food and drink possible, you fucking imbecile. You may as well drink battery acid. In fact, I highly recommend it.

I wouldn't call it flashing. If it wasn't for the moronic knuckle-dragging fuckwits that buy tabloids solely to see shit like this, then the lowlife bottom feeding twunts that take these pictures wouldn't feel the need, nor get paid the money, to do so. She's only human after all. In this day and age, I find it odd that pictures haven't turned up of her flicking her bean like it's going out of fashion.

Not to mention, perhaps you should get a few history books on the go. What our monarchs of yesteryear got up to makes this little tartlet's antics pale in comparison.

Have you put rohypnol in your carer's drink again?

I hope you find romance in 2015 with a lovely lady.
XXX

He will, but most probably an equine two-dimensional one, the fat basement dwelling bastard.

That can't be Keith, on account of only one bed being used to carry the cunt.

Genuinely checked my address bar to see if I hadn't accidentally put livejournal or blogspot in.

Merry fucking Christmas you impoverished little diseased cuntbreeds!

Who you on about Nocti?

OP.

How are you supposed to address a chinkie poof then?

Dick Ricker

Has this site's URL been scrawled above a glory hole in some seedy train station shitter or something? There seems to be a rather sudden influx of new members spewing retarded poofery and unintelligible bullshit.

Fuck off you stupid cunt.

Went there for a folk festival when I was a teenlad gormless cunt. Full of pissed up old fuckers with beards on each cheek singing about cider. Not sure what it's like when a folk festival isn't on but I imagine about the same. Never really bothered to find out.

On a stag do about eight years ago, I was skint and asked the owner of a pub if I could lend their guitar for half hour. Long story short I nipped round the corner and did a few Robert Johnson/Charley Patton covers and went pack just under fifty quid up. I've only touched a guitar maybe twice since. Gotta love the blues.

Blame the wife. Say she watches it constantly, believes it's real, and insists on telling you all about it word for word. If she doesn't pack it in you'll give her a good bitch slapping. Hope that helps.

I've screencapped this for blackmailing purposes.

Drew you're fucked.

Do admin and the mods meet up for Christmas dinner, where you are all horrendously thrashed by Roops?

...and watched from over the road by a certain masturbating brony?

Hey Mick, your mate went with a prozzie and your wife believes it was you. (whisper)"Leave id art"
Hey Mick, your wife was raped by your nephew who is really your brother, and she is having his baby. (whisper)"Leave id art"
Hey Mick, your mother is really your granny and your sister is really your mother. (whisper)"Leave id art"
How much fucking bad news does this cunt need to stir up reaction greater than a husky whisper?

I feel like I'm insulting wood by comparing it to him, but I genuinely expect to one day read that this cunt has fallen to Dutch elm disease.