Frank

That boy will never learn. He shows promise, then lets himself down... lets us all down. Pity.

I wasn't Punkape. He was good!

Cavalier Bill disappears in a double huff with his Syd Little sidekick, only to reappear days later, hand in hand with gaping arses and a slow clap. A Peters and Lee pair of utter utter cunts.

One was hoping you'd have the patience to refrain from posting for at least a week... you haughty spastic. You're almost 30 now Dicky. Where's your fucking pride? Idiot.

Quite possibly the soggiest, wettest, self-centred pile of fucking shit I've read in hours. Cuntspot I'm in Wales over the weekend. Fancy an eyeball?

That sounds rather charming Pen. If I'm very honest, I'm not sure if you're the gobbie type who'd be happy to wear my bukkake mask. I'm not overly concerned over how many teeth you may or may not have.

It wasn't clear Scotty. For all we know, soppy whining Withers might have been subjected to 28 days of Smooth or Magic. You know it's serious as cancer, when I say rhythm is a dancer.

Cancer?

I'm out of likes. Brilliant! Idiot.

I would happily elbow-pummel the Costello cunt's bumhole before setting him on fire. His wife Di, although a little plump, is a very lovely lady.

wonderful

true.

Proper you total bore. If Pen rejects me too, are you around on Wednesday for a pint and a quick reach-around?

Noted.

Pen, whilst Gobbie struggles to come to her senses, I don't mind if you fancy stepping in as her understudy. You'd need to tart up a bit and slap on some cherry lippy.... fear not, I'm way past my face fucking stage! We can wend our way through the park and have afternoon tea at the Dorchester.

Gobbie I took a train into London this morning from Exeter St Davids. Walked over Waterloo bridge into Covent Garden, then took a cab to the Serpentine in Hyde park. I thought perhaps now's the time to make amends and was hoping you'd give me the opportunity to explain myself. There's a romantic little café here overlooking the water where one can watch arabs grollying up. They have small boats for hire...

Quite marvellous..

Gobbie I've been thinking of how we can rid of your useless fucker of a hubby once and for all. I do miss our our drunken soirées.. fingers and tongues. I'll get back to you.

Never mind that shit Bawsey. I've just driven 14 hours to get from Troyes to Wiltshire. We missed the ferry crossing from Cherbourg after an accident closed the road, drove 300 odd km to Calais and then had to endure further delays at the tunnel. Junctions 1 and 2 on the M3 was closed and we eventually found ourselves in Staines at 2 in the morning. Gong's views on guns are slightly warped don't you think? Not really Gong, no.

Fucking hell Bill, ever considered taking up shorthand? I would disappear too if I had to contrive that pile of shit.

Snatch if only you used a little forethought to slow your tiny mind down before tapping away, you might avoid continuously coming across as the mawkish wet weekend you so obviously are. A spineless wash-out of the very highest order bar none.

MikeFuckingD.. the wimpish voice of reason. My God you're awful. Good morning.

Barnet's planning dept employ Snatchy type juniors who can't see through a simple con if it ravaged their bumholes with a poleaxe.

I don't know Mike.. I think you could be on to something.

You're right dingalong... the putrid gutsy smell puts most off. Almost as tasty as a kokoretsi.