cuntspotter

Didn’t Frank’s cancer die of AIDS?

Back of the net here. The country is being overrun by creeping poofery and twattery. My personal pronouns are: cunt/cunt.

No, that’s me.

I think he loves you

I see.

Jimmy Savile, a mason? No.

I don’t disagree .

She’s from fucking Grimsby……Grimsby. They are all like that over there.

Whilst Savile was undoubtedly a sinister, perverse bastard who deserved to be strung up by his nuts, I still to this day frankly discount the greater part of the accusations levelled at him as being unprovable and opportunistic. It was a shitshow of great British hystrionicism, rather like Diana Spencer’s funeral and Brexit.

More chuffing……less bottting.

I was in Hull last week…. It’s even worse than Caerphilly

I despair

I’ll get my coat.

Did you hear about the homosexual fish? Preferred Hans’s Haas to Lotte’s

Precisely…. More chuffing and less botting!

The Labour Party are a worry in themselves. Can you imagine that hapless bunch of half wits finding themselves in power?

Yes, agreed. Gormless self entitled, echo chambered cunt.

Every fucking day is dress down Friday.

Good heavens… that’s me, that is?

You need to clean your crystal ball up a bit.

I very much doubt it.

Ok…… I’ll save my breath. What will be ….will be.

And you’d lose.

You are all as bad as each other……. Please stop this snide hectoring.

The trouble with dementia is that I can’t remember fuck all beyond yesterday.