Stubby Pecker

You mean wooly hat and flat socks?

Ahh, Lucy, a forearm fave

No, it's the local god your west African pimps worship before spit roasting you of a night, you fucking poof!

Ok, "roops darling, when I poked up your shite pipe last night, did I reach the gibblets like the time we were courting and I did you over the railings on the Severn bridge?"

Fascinating my Deirdre, but would the pair of you, in the name of all that is good in this world, please shut the fuck up? Ding, I can feel decs rage towards you growing infinitely

She was quite tidy, and if the car keys had come out I might have thought about it, but she was a bog rat. Plus knowing what I know now about vaginal slackness, post kids, I'm glad I kept the mrs for a few years of not having to go up the wrong 'un. What is the "dogging" you speak of?

I'm not bad thanks frank, how very nice of you to ask. I would, however, be feeling a lot more chipper if the image of your disheveled corpse, minus an arm, had not been a fake. I had it on good authority that you had a Quincy special in your mouth and were in a shallow grave somewhere grotty, depressing and never to be found. The lying, vile cunts

Please come back welsh_cunt, frank has something really important to say to you!

Punkape and the Trojan arse

I'll give you one thing billiam, you've certainly generated 50 + posts of rotting shit with this nom and become minge's new panzyknacker now they hold hands regularly. Back to topic, me and the future mrs stubby once stopped in a lovely new forest pub after a days spring hiking. Almost empty, we choose a cosy seat by the fire and awaited hearty food and pints of ale (just the mrs, I'm a blue nun man). Low and behold a couple with a child came and sat right next to us despite the place being fucking massive a virtually empty. The wee lad was well behaved so it would have been bearable had his foppish dad and hyperactive mum, a bog trotter, constantly talked to each other and berated the poor little cunt at full volume. We ate up quickly, back to the hotel where I gave the mrs one up the wrong un'

I'll relax when you're back in the cooler, chained in some dank corner, a horny punkape on the lose looking for arse. And I certainly won't take advice from a green newbie like you, boy.

Unless he's in a all male Turkish bath house

How Troll.... I chuck your boyfriend punkape down with you and a can of petrol to send you off to Valhalla, cock in arse

Do they harm the gerbils?

I'd like to see you on your side, or face down in an open grave....

You're like nazi Germany roops, fighting a war on two fronts, ding is the western allies, wolf the ruskies. Only this time you've got the nukes

Fucking finish him bill...

A merkin on a goose is the only logical outcome

Good to see you're program up and repeating again. Looking forward to the AIDS and serial killer references on a constant loop till you get banned for good. You trolling sack of shite. Fuck off!

Checking out the competition? Might have to drop your price to bellow a fiver

Withers; you really are making an utter tit end of yourself with this crawly bum lick stance with pinkgape. Either you like spunk flavoured shits or you're trying to endear yourself to him in the hope of a discount the next time you fly him over for a weekends bumming dans le gite. Fucking sort your shit out or even the geese will shun you.

I've just googled Natalie Cassidy you horrible fucking cunt!

Shite. Gypo is 100% right, as always. Most retards are unable to park between the lines anyway so making it easier for parents struggling with unruly kids while drug fuel chavs or doddering cunts seem intent on running them over, makes perfect sense.

Punkapes hairy ones on your chin