Frank
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And where the fuck are Jazz and I in all this? You're not leaving us in port after making us fight like cat and dog, competing for your love and acceptance. You've got responsabilities...Jazz is expecting. From the looks of her it's twins.
Good morning decimus. I'm out with the Leica this morning in Vejer de la Frontera on a shoot for Paris Match. El Palmar this afternoon. Any photo requests? Life is great in Andalucia. Shit.
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Four.
Any history?
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Get a rheum, minkeys..
Picture the scene dingalong - Bill and I on the Sunseeker throughout the summer. Fully staffed... Judge at the helm, Jackie behind the bar... Ape attending toilets. Whores Gobbie and Gyppo will meet us weekly in Peurto Banus for face fucking, Cava, jamón ibérico and other foul play. Bill will eventually kill gyppo by asphyxiation.
Meanwhile, here's Snatch on banjo...
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She is an arrogant negress who once spent $1,400 on a pair of shoes and hates America
She's a very elegant lady.
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Well bugger me, my apologies Frank me old
mate.
Not at all Bill. I like you.. a lot. Every day's a school day.
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Are we supposed to be impressed by your rudimentary grasp of French?
Never mind that it is limited to one word, spelled wrong (salope is by its very nature feminine, and so an E is suffixed you philistine).
No doubt you picked up this lingo during your imaginary foray around the country earlier this year.
Or are you under the mistaken belief that I hail from Shropshire?
'Never mind that it is limited to one word, spelled wrong (salope is by its very nature feminine, and so an E is suffixed you philistine)'..
Incorrect cockchomper. Salop (pronounced sallo).. https://fr.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/salop
No need for an apology. Just accept it and then simply fuck off. Smuggy little tartée
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Sorry, I couldn't find one where the graffiti said "is a cunt".
Don't flatter the smuggy salop. Can you expand on this a little?
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I add pic of a cunt of a job. The manufacture and fitting of a new scratch plate to my Ibanez Johnny Smith L5. The fucking thing took days to make.
Absolutely gorgeous, Cuntspot. Two or three seater?
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I think it is about time you called the Totfuck and asked him when he is coming back.
never heard of her.
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Your loathing of tenants seems to be a recurrent theme now (or you have world's first case of digital Tourettes). What happened to make you hate people who rent a property Frank?
Was it because your wife left you, and you had to rent out the spare room in your house to make ends meet? She no doubt snapped after one too many nights of staring at the ceiling, while you tried and failed to thumb in a softy, after 9 pints of Stella and a few lines of speed down the local pool hall.
Your new lodger, however, quickly usurped you in terms of popularity among your friendship group. This was despite him once being described as a "thoroughly unlikable cunt" by a judge who convicted him. Your chums were most impressed by his ability to snort absurdly large lines of your Ketamine, racked up in the shape of Harry Potter's famous scar.
Once again my petit salop, you have overcooked your retort and left me all in a spin.. and a little underwhelmed. You are in fact rubbish in every respect.
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Yet another nonsensical load of old bollocks from the Mayor of Cunt County. Dressage makes far more sense to me than whatever that sentence was supposed to convey.
How much money are you donating to the site from your monthly benefits, to stop the administrators from barring you and your demented offerings?
It makes perfect sense.. no? Tenant scum.
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I got more laughs out of my Mum dying. His new character is just as shit. I would express more anger if I had it; it seems to be replaced by pure pity, that somewhere in the world there is someone somewhere typing that utter fucking shit. What a fucking cunt.
The poor sod must be suffering. I guess he had it coming.... revenge of the zombies.
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Oops, little error, aimed clearly at the judge, no need for insults ding old chap.
poof
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Bollocks , i fucked that up. Where was i? Oh yeah......congratulations on an excellent summary of this Hitler worshipping saddo. However, he is obviously no new meat ; quite clearly he understands this site's demographic only too well.
I can almost smell the scent of you about to have a pop at our Bill. You're certainly dragging it out, old-timer. He's a real challenge you know...
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No need to patronize me Your Reverence. We both know this is hardly some stunning insight on my part. Still, at least you have finally decided to stand up for your beliefs and stop backtracking like the other wankers. You have my respect for that, although i suspect it means fuck all to you.
The Rev's silence is golden.
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Nostradmaus, eat your fucking heart out!
Good show bawsey.. although somewhat hit and miss. Malaysian 370 and MH17 to name but two.
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You obviously haven't seen his Trevor Mcdonut routine, pure comedy gold.
Veedon Fleece?
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Never heard of her and not fucking interested.
Late night, Proper? Take tomorrow off.. it's on me.
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PM me. Let us both meet up. Come on! What the fuck you waiting for? I'll crucify you to a tree and piss all over you whilst you scream like a little girl and beg for my forgiveness, before I leave you there hanging whilst my Son, sets you on fire. Come on, Mr Cunt. Brag your bollocks to me face to face.
Have you added a new feature to your Chris Reeves (puff- forward / suck- reverse / swallow- continuous spin) wheelchair? This cunt might hurt you..
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Women who like to out bloke a bloke, will happily talk about the spicy food they had last night and the subsequent rim stinging shit they just took, don't mind letting everyone know it's a particularly heavy one this month. Gets ruined in a pub and will quite happily have a piss behind a parked car, enjoys watching sport on the box including boxing etc. What wrong with being feminine, sugar and spice and all things nice.
I recall some bird down on the coast who would prop her fat fucking self up on the kitchen counter, spread her legs and stuff sponge and Eccles cake up her hole until it bled.
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All local radio hosts in the South East have exactly the same voice and mannerisms. I think they are so scared of offending anyone with wit or intelligence, they churn out thousands of human clones from a factory line in Swindon.
POLITICAL CORRECTNESS GORNNNN MAAAAAAAAAAAAAD
POLITICAL CORRECTNESS GORNNNN MAAAAAAAAAAAAAD… Noted.
That's not entirely true.. smuggy. LBC's Nick Abbot, although restricted, has both wit and intelligence.
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Rim-minkey, bill. Minkey.
A schoolboy error Scotty. The conceited bore will be the first to acknowledge that there still is so much to learn… the tenant scum.
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Even without a bottle of Pinot, would render pudding incapable of a chunky anything, let alone eating from a girls arse, though give him a whiff of Stickers, and he's hit the real McCoy.
I don't particularly want to get involved in any of this nastiness.. I'm sure you'll both come to your sappy senses. When did Decimus become a pudding?
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Gobbie, I hate to think of a dirty northern lass going without a thorough pringling. In Frank's absence, I'm willing to abandon all sense of propriety and give you the once over with a bag of chunky salt and vinegar McCoy's. Now spit the mushy peas and fag out of your gob and pucker up. I've had two bottles of pinot and I'm ready to take up Frank's burden.
The Spotlight understudy filling for the understudy who failed to show. Plain awful.
Guitar Players are Cunts
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The old bastard needs those binnies to see the fretboard on his plinka. He can knock out any tune on that thing when his rheumatism is not playing up... so long as it's Mull of Kintyre.
My God Snatch you're thick.. with respect.