Frank

I did wonder what brand of watch would sit well next to a pair of frayed and stonewashed three-quarter-length jeans. A vulgar oversized Breitling of course. For 20k you could’ve bought an elegant pre-owned PP.

Winchester.

I think you’ll find there’s a little frank in every member RK. Do me a drawing, lil’ faggot.

Shut your fucking hole up, scotty, you diabolical short-sleeve wearing humourless little man. I’m the best on here.

Am I imagining things, or does eric cuntman appear to be suffering from like-itis when reading your posts?

You might be right, olly, but I bet I’ve saved the membership from the garrulous bollocks brewing in your tiny mind.

Olly I sense that you’re about to launch into one of your tedious, long-winded, poorly constructed non-sensical parodies. If you are, please read it back to yourself, read it again in the morning, and if you must, post away.

That’s what I was waiting for. Thank you, cgas.

That’s fine, most of us are.. one way or another. Nothing you’ve said is remotely funny, and none of us have warmed to you. You come across as awkward, a little insecure, humourless, and not particulary bright. I honestly think you should leave.

The figures don’t lie, cgas. 782 posts with a mere 214 likes gives you a like to post ratio of no more than 12 percent. Enough said.

I think you’ll agree that Eddie is as thick as they come. His understudy, Fatty, thicker than that. I rate you somewhere between the two.

I’m fond of you, ape. Sleep on that.

The ape might be thick as mud, but at least he has the common sense not to get into any sort of dialogue with a fellow member possessing half a brain. Worst still, you don’t have the humour to deflect your shortcomings.

After the massive blow delivered by the almighty snowey, I’m not afraid to admit I’m on borrowed time wiz. I don’t know what triggered last night’s attack, but with hand on heart, I’ll tell you now that you are without doubt the wettest, most pathetic piece of shit I’ve ever known.

Shut your mouth you creepy fucking cunt.

It appears I suffered a heart attack last night. You’ll be pleased to know the team at St Barts are looking after me very nicely.

This is totally out of hand. See your pm.

That’s your lot. Awful.

Breathe. Slowly, what are you trying to say?

Another slack-jawed snowey/wiz/scotty template of disdain. Make it funny snowey or I’ll destroy you.

Some of the shit I’ve seen over the years, mostly my own, has been laugh-out-loud bordering genius. I am, and remain, one of the best on here.

Downer Grammer 1978.

You were always out of your depth. You’re tolerated these days because the standards are so low. If a fart-arsed redundant doorman can manage to continuously top the charts by reciting Bill Hicks quips, you’ll be just fine.

What have you got for us today, snowey, you little fucking drip?