White Cunt

​I was wondering too. Too much grass...

​At this moment in time CathoPunko churned out 666 post. Must be his lucky number! Cunt.LOL

It's pretty much what BBC is to us. But you can pick up interesting bits and bobs, usually swept under the carpet by the Murdochs.

She is on the phone to her broker.

​Jasper Carrot still around? Now that's depressing.

​Are you a tail?

​Quite possibly. Now Tory boys can work it accordingly.

Or a Merc.

Diamond encrusted Rollo.

​Not far from Royston Vasey.

A good friend of mine uses that plus all the other crap, which he incorporates into every sentence. As he is a very genuine and nice man, and a good friend, I simply put up with it. I do make sure though that we sit in the corner away from other people at the pub, to save them the pain. My main worry now is, as he is getting on, his hearing is not so sharp and we may have to look for a more secluded location.

Rotten woman. All this trouble and no appreciation. At least she didn't call social services.

In the dark.

​Jesus. What prompted you to marry her?

​All the action may be taking place somewhere else.

I thought he used his HSBC one to do that with.

​He drove through three lots of red lights and cruised a couple of large roundabouts as described. Other family members were aware of his shit driving and sat in the back seats, just in case he caused a head-on collision So three of us were sat in the back seats, with an empty one in the front. A right carry-on

He wouldn't last a session. We would have to cut him with some detergent.

Believe me, it's true. Life is often better than fiction. When I first met the man, I noticed that nobody would sit in the front seat. Mystery was solved when he dropped me off at the station.

And threaten him with a Hoover ?

I could have been my father-in-law, if he wasn't for the fact that he spent now over fifteen years in a vase. He had the knack at doing precisely that, plus the extra bonus of going around several times, before departing. To the cunt red lights were only a suggestion and he landed in a ditch several times. Once pulling a fucking caravan, which he managed to wrap around a tree, thus resulting in the loss of my mother-in-law teeth. In the end, we took matters into our own hands, sold the fucking Toyota and reported him to the cops. He was travelling on the buses ever since.

Punkape's wet dream.

And he was in the cockpit!

Those bellowers are even more annoying behaving in this fashion when abroad. They are also a lot fucking louder too. Most likely to compensate for the loss of hearing and general comprehension due to alcohol. Thick as shit cunts.