Witheredscrote

Just like your ring piece, you ship jumping, closet poofta

Or you will start your ju-ju bone rattling bollocks? Fuck off back to your mud hut.

Panzs, what Wiffles said about your mother made me sick to the stomach. I had no option but to grass on the arrogant tosser. He's had it coming for a long time. Witherssssssssssssszzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Reported naturally, and expect a parcel in the post.

@Eddie, yes I know exactly what you mean, and the fact that Frank 'likes' it makes me feel physically sick. Ebony & Ivory, your arses.

Oh for fuck sake leave him alone. At least he is a 'one liner', unlike fucking Child. I'm old, and haven't got the time, or ability, to read protracted bollocks. Fuck off @Eddie

I'm pleased for him, as no other cunt does.

Now I'm sure you're are a stupid cunt.

Everyone? I will make up my own mind thank you, but for what it's worth, I think he is an absolute cunt.

@Frank, a Christmas video please. If it's good, Eddie and I will suck your cock.

@Decimus, I'm truly moved. Are you available to do my eulogy at Poitiers Crematorium 11th January @ 11:30am. Though I must admit you are my 2nd choice. I have approached Eddie, but he said he will be taking a shit then.

I am pretty damn sure this is about as far as you will go, squawking like a feeble little schoolgirl. If you are so pissed off with the country you reside in, then fuck off somewhere else, you soppy, over privileged cunt. I hear Syria is good this time of year.

Apparently you are now an ethnic. So fuck off you ethnic.

No, just his bellend. It looks like a Victoria plum, but doesn't taste as good. Well that's what Decimus says.

Misspelling of Eddie. Reported.

@King Billy, and whilst you're at it, take a pair of enormous black buttocks as well, to fill his jeans. @Eddie, Merry Christmas, you gluteus maximus challenged freak. Ho ho ho.

She really gets under your skin, doesn't she. Twerp.

That's a pity. I'll miss you. Dope.

It's nearly the final hurrah for me. Sitting in this armchair, nurses asking whether I'm comfortable, every five fucking minutes. My cannula keeps blocking, my mask keeps filling with mucus, and my stoma has just split. It's the thought of you visiting that stops me throwing myself out the window..

What is this bollocks. So bad that even Frank can't be bothered to insult you.

I think I will give it a miss. My old Dad advised me never to do business with a chocco. Eddie once offered me a set of Ford Granada mud flaps. It turned out that they were his kids.

You sentimental cunt. If I were you, I'd be bloody annoyed that my supply of free meat was about to finish.

Just a pity it wasn't from your jugular, you black cunt.

but not of stale lager and chip fat.