Frank

go on then, fucksake.

idiot

You've always looked out for me tot. I've no idea what any of your posts mean these days, but i love you all the same.

My audience may be long gone, but they'll always be you Baws.

Just over 4 months I think Baws.

Derogatory remarks towards members wives and family is out of order. You know that Jazz. Reported.

Have you heard my rendition of this one, fuckwit?

Pile of shit.

Tag along Bubba.. you shameless freebooting plagiarist. Together I'll make this site great again.

Proper might not be great with numbers, but he knows when a particular punter is about to steer his site into a fucking wall. Why do you think I've been released? Several months ago, by default, you found yourself at the helm of this fine establishment. The big players were sent down and you, an old walnut-headed suburban MikeD impersonator, found yourself in the spotlight.. and way out of your depth. I really like you Ape, but you know...

We live and learn, don't we Eric?

My sincere condolences Alf. Proper should really put his apple ID to bed.

I can picture the Ape in his prefab workshop at the end of the garden. Wifi'd up and immaculate, with an array of miniature craft and miniature tools, allowed to do what the fuck he wants all day so long as he doesn't disturb Mrs A. A creepy cunt of the very highest order.

If he flies rc helicopters, you can bet your life the idiot's into drones, aerial photography and god knows what other fucking shit. I'll speak to him when he gets up.

In France you're obliged to replace it within a year of purchase, regardless of its age. Did you see how wet the weasel Ape was last night? I banged him in every hole and his only response was to have a little dig at you.

I don't like to impose, but would you mind asking Wiz his opinion on the Cub Cadet Tank SZ60 commercial lawnmower. I never go to him direct these days.

Don't be daft. I'm closer than you think.

The notaire's advice is that I should replace the septic tank within a year. I don't want to be here Withers.

No.

I think I've heard enough from you today.

It's like witnessing a poor man's Frank circa 2011 when I was running with the illiterate Kleftiko. He's tried to emulate me from day one and I haven't said anything worthwhile in years, if ever. What a cunt, and an idiot.

Fuck off olly you rubbish cunt.

Not good. Feels staid.

My wife's name was Ming. It's not about you. Fuck off.

Ming and I had our first fumble at the Everyman in Hampstead. Il Postino with that absolute beauty Maria Grazia Cucinotta.