Don't believe the shit you read on the internet. Ask me if you're unsure. It's a French word. Pronounce it the French way and don't be a fucking idiot all your life. If you continue to use different sized fonts and other fancy shit, I promise with all my heart to track you down and hang you from a tree.
Do you pronounce the T when ordering your morning croissant? I would guess that you probably do. Say it out loud, ding... over and over and over again until your ears bleed. It doesn't sound quite right does it? Du vin, du pain... du Boursin. You silly boy.
Poor Decimus must be in a right old state. Tapping out draft after draft after fucking draft, trying to come up with some sort of drawn out retort to Bill's cutting remarks. Don't bother Dec.. you're rubbish.
Dec you and I are buddies for life. We all knew you'd struggle to respond directly to Bill on this one. You might be pipping him slightly in the popularity charts, but he'd punch you out fucking cold in a battle of wits. You can bounce off me to your heart's content
Constructive criticism or are you calling the man a cunt? Either way, I wish you both a slow and painful death. Hopefully this is the beginning of the end for you two cock-chomping, arse-bleeding maggots.
If your posts were anything to go by before you finally passed, I'd assumed it was a combination of Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, non-washing and alcoholic poisoning. Drunk.