Do you think old gobbie might be at home in her novelty slippers, looking at her fat fucking scaly fish of a husband, wondering if a chance encounter with Frank from cunts corner might just be the life-changer she's been looking for? I'd take a chance on me.
Not really.. no. I would like to walk with you on the beach, hand in hand, windswept.. cosy. The two of us wrapped up in your mammoth wooly, your heaving ageing breast pumping against my cheek, we caress.. we dance. Besame mucho.
I can't help myself quince. As far removed from reality that we are from all of this, I can't find it in me to hurt someone like bender who appears to be himself on here. I've always been a lover.. not a fighter.
I think it was in between my seventh or eighth ban that I eventually managed to break him. He'd given out so much personal info, it was all too easy in the end.. went down like a sack of shit dipped in turps. His imaginary arsenal of weapons was created to protect himself from me.
Fuck off.
When he first appeared I assumed it was a wind-up. I honestly couldn't believe someone could be so stupendously thick. I immediately set out to destroy him.
The board should know that Fender777 was the corner's first full-on grass during the good ol' days. I was banned and my account was deleted. More to follow.
In typical ratcum style, you tease over three or four posts with your timeless technique, then hit us with that killer punchline 'still bickers'.
Raving fucking idiot.
As one of the most cynical, inquisitive and time-wasting little fuckwit meddlers the site has ever seen, I'm sure you'll be carrying out your own thorough investigation.
Let me know Alf.
Listen to yourself man.. rolling out the same old overdone self-deprecating shit with your stupid fucking 'motor parts' avatar. No one cares Ed. Move on or withdraw you weak little shit.
No. You may recall that you were lifting Cave lyrics in your coquettish drawn-out shitty fucking noms. I caught you out and you whimpered in a corner for a week.