Frank

The slightest whiff of old Frank and poof!.. Daleks.

A fine fellow and one of the most misunderstood punters the corner has ever seen.

Everyone hates you Alf. That repetitive early morning personal shit over on the 'bad morning' thread didn't help.

When one gets into a three paragraph interchange with fucking ding, one needs to pull oneself aside and have a quiet word. You'd think old limp-wristed fool Proper would override that stubborn bint and let Bill back on.

Fucking hell. What a cunt you are.

Biffa Bacon.

Kind words bubs.. kind words. Could you do me a drawing?

Yes that's right Eric.. my wife is dying and it hurts to watch it happen and I really can't understand why you would use that to get a laugh. I honestly can't believe that you really find someone's pain a good excuse for a cheap laugh. It's obvious nobody wants me here so I shall fuck off and concentrate on giving her as much happiness as possible with the time she has left. 1013

I'm on top of the world Decs.. it's poor dearest Mrs K. When your other half is stage 3 and you have to spend half your life sat in a fucking hospital watching them suffer while they pump taxotere or some other poisonous form of chemo into them, trust me it isn't funny. Don't mean to be a killjoy but I come on here as a distraction from thinking about it so lets just rip on poofs with AIDS or something else self inflicted.

I got a call from Frank junior asking if mum knew that I was posting videos of myself dancing around the house in a wig. I'm at a loose end.

You've become far too vocal of late, ed. Pipe down you little idiot.

You stupid fucking cunt.

I want Eric dead.

I want Eric dead.

I want Eric dead

I can't decide who I detest the most.. idiot Eric, the awful fucking clingy Roadkill, or you for dancing around these fucking idiots.

I'm not sure if I like the tone of this site anymore, decimus.

I want Eric dead.

That rotting chemo-pumped wife-at-death's-door of yours must be delighted you've found solace here on the Corner. The thought of some self-obsessed idiot like you at her bedside, pretending you care, makes me feel sick.

You haven't learnt enough. You'll pay for this.. you junior fucking Joe Bugner type piece of shit.

I want Eric dead.

'I didn't mention cancer'.. you weak little tart.

Ohhhhhh.... my old man's a dustman, he wears a dustman's hat He's got this fucking cancer, now what d'you think of that? Got cancer in his eyeballs, he's got cancer of the gob He's got cancer in his fingernails and cancer of the knob My old man's got cancer, cancer everywhere... He's got cancer of the bumhole 'cause he's a fucking queer.

And single too.. soon.

Sooner or later you'll find me in your bed Ape. I'll pop up in between you and Mrs A and bite your fucking ear off.