Bubba C

A bungalow? Jesus. Has anyone ever cunted themselves to that (one) level before? Fucking hell. Drew, I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were such a sad individual, you have my condolences, you fucking sap.

Shit, Withers. I'm sure Spunkape will be along shortly with an Aldi/Tesco cunting of such ferocity it will have you running for the hills, like a typical Frenchman. Adieu.

Frank, where are you my little bloodhound? We have another Alf. Has this hollow, Drew character ever contributed anything of worth? I doubt it, but do please give me a nudge if you find anything.

Indeed Gyps. Going on a 48 hour session sustained only by alcohol and narcotics was such a frolic, the fuckers you forget are invariably the best. Reminiscing with mates about how absolutely fucked you could get, pushing the boundaries of life itself, is cracking good fun. Although, as my eyes draw heavy, I shall leave you with these wise words of wisdom, "don't smoke crack".

Being fueled up on wine, vodka and whiskey, this may need revisiting in the morning, however, sometimes, not being able to slam the gear up my snout and pills down my throat without consequence, due to life changing and 'settling down', is a right shitty cunt. Married life isn't without merit, but finishing work on a Friday afternoon and getting obliterated off your lid until Monday morning is/was great fun. Life can be a right cunt.

Nom time

Speaking of which, where is your disabled toilet nom, Frank, you genetically modified man-fucker?

Reading between the lines, Quince, I'd say you used to do drugs, good man.

Withers, you oily fucking pleb. I haven't mentioned kids in this nom, maybe something got lost in translation between here and that fucking rancidly pungent country you call home? Have you actually read anything other than the nom title, you clown? It is about grown men on skateboards, you fucking thick plank. Now, I don't know what's happened in your life to get you all riled up? The annual migration of the geese to sunnier climes, perhaps? Maybe the Carrefour at the end of your shitty street is closing down so you'll have to cycle another 10 miles a day to find someone who will speak to you? Either way, I think that you've stepped it up a gear from your 'firm but fair' shit, but you've still got some way to go before you can dine at the top table. Vive that, you prick.

Shoosh now, idiot, Alfie was saying something. Not sure what, however, as he's the most boring bastard on here, even you've got a touch more life and pizazz about you. Hang on, I'm just trying to find a nom by Alfie that I can try and resuscitate, as he seems desperate for me to be involved in his life. Nope, I'm fucked if I can find anything. Could you do me just a little favour and point me in the general direction of anything he's done, please?

Fuck me, Alf, really? I thought you had a bit of bollocks about you, especially as you had the temerity to give me some shit, for no apparent reason, in the vain hope of people actually noticing you. I'm boring myself even replying to you, I'm done with you, you complete and utter waste of time. Please don't bother replying, you're far too fucking tedious for me to read it. I can't believe I'm saying this, but Ding has more personality than you.

Brilliant, Withers, you fucking clod. Have you been in the hole, or just off touching up goslings and felching hairy arm-pitted women? I thought upon my release that I'd take it easy on you, simply because I felt that it was a bit wrong, bullying a registered retard, and, I was mildly amused by your one-man-gang vigilante assault on the corner. Alas, you've seen fit to poke the dragon, you stupid twat. Now you've joined that pointless nothing, Alf, on my list of shitty fucking idiots that need a good and proper cunting. There will be nowhere to hide for you, you utter dipshit, unless I receive a full and frank apology forthwith.

Have you experienced the behaviour of these BMX cunts who feel the need to pull wheelies as they pedal along? Manky, once you've changed your pants after filling them with jizz at the mere thought of cobbled streets across the land, please understand that there is no need to defend your fellow cycling spastics, and the fact you are in awe of these stupid fucking skateboarding cunts speaks volumes. Buy a car or fucking walk. Cunts

I do apologise for not dumbing down and speaking like a Yorkshire fucking idiot. Next time I want to insult you, I'll brush up on my CBeebies first so I can address you on your level. Idiot.

You are DingTheBore and I claim my threepenny bit.

Get one of your many IDs to increase your 'like' count, Frank, nobody gives a fuck about you.

I'm sure there's more to it SC, but I'm back now, and I'm sure you'll agree it's for the best. Don't be so harsh on QC, our time inside did funny things to him. He's turned into what I'd describe as an overtly homosexual war vet with PTSD and did often talk about visiting Oz during our time in the exercise yard I'll let you know if he obtains a passport, you might want to steer clear as he wouldn't stop rabbiting on about Oxford Street, Sydney, as he thinks the folk there will 'get him'. Don't know if this means anything to you?

Can I add to this nom, the fucking drivers who let every cunt out of every junction, thereby exponentially increasing travel time and fucking rage levels. Akin to slow walking cunts, but possibly more fucking annoying as you can't just barge the fucking idiots out of the way.

Good work, QC.

Good work, Bubbles.

Good work, Quincy. If only you'd been prayed upon instead of that shopkeeper up your way, the world would be a much, much better place. You stupid fucking soppy cunt.

Most probably. I believe my last comment was an innocuous jibe aimed at SouthernCunt about drinking XXXX and then I was promptly dumped in the hole. Still, our The Rock style escape is something that'll go down in history in these here parts.

It can be located under your life-preserver. Emmett Brown was a cunt.

It was dark, and you were gentle. Consider yourself pardoned. I've not seen your knock-off gold plated timepiece I'm afraid, I don't suppose our Camembert harvesting goose botherer has it in his beret that we used as our communal chod bin whilst in the clink? I did notice that the froggy bastard went on a rather enjoyable venomous streak before quickly disappearing off the site. Maybe he doesn't realise he's free, maybe he's just out fucking geese. Either way, I hope he hurries back, my 5 year old niece needs lessons on how punctuation and grammar should not be used.

If a nom is found cunt-worthy by some, by many, then the topic is cunted. If it's a shit nom, then the nommer should expect to be cunted If someone makes a comment that makes them look a cunt and they get cunted, so be it. Don't change Quince, where's the joy in that? There are plenty of cunts who doing the rounds, who need a fucking good slap.