Bubba C

Fuck off you dopey cunt.

Do you work in IT at my office?

I'm more concerned as to how the fuck you put a smiley face into posts. Not that I want to, it seems like some sort of code for confirming membership into the 'I'm a boring cunt, club. Wait, I think I've got it....

Fucking hell Quincy, why did you have to comment? That silly cunt Ding was going to do us all a favour, so fucking close.

You've got a few miles to go before you catch up with humanity.

I'm going to file this under 'can't be arsed to read in full', or to keep things more succinct (unlike you, you boring cunt), 'Ding posts', and get on with my day. Be sure to keep me abreast of your pathetic nonsensical whinings via a post in your usual sub-standard parlance in your next Union approved factory break.

Fucking dopey as fuck boring cunt

Typical, northern, pie-obsessed drivel.

This cunt is from Cheshire , need I say more? Maybe there's something in the water that turns the local dicks into uber dribbling buffoons?

Thankfully I've not had reason to venture into the depths of Stockport, it sounds absolutely horrific. I did once have the misfortune of Bolton. Jesus fucking Christ, what a grief hole. It was like the holding pen for the extras from Deliverance, never again.

I had a meeting with some cunts from Wigan last week, the fucking webbed feet weirdos spent half the time debating which shop served the best pies and whether you should have gravy or fucking sauce with it. Maybe you'd like a Domestos and Kidney shortcrust with a side of shit, you pointless northern cunts?

Hasn't she suffered enough.....

This is fucked, yes. But who the fuck heard these cries and did fuck all?

Evening Mr Baws. My lips are sealed. Just don't use crap Welsh attacks and we are tickety boo. Feel free to use clever, witty barbs though, just not the sort of shit that dribbles out of the mouths of some of these muppets, well, Ding and Withered Sincerely

I'm sure if the cunts here had a whip-round, they'd more than cover cost of a bottle of spirits for you so that you could drunkenly reverse yourself out into the path of a speeding lorry. Probably on the wrong side of the road, you backward driving idiot

How did you know there was a Ding family residence a few miles away? I was tempted to offer the pikeys a few pounds to destroy the fucking thing, but like MikeD, I'm pretty sure the little fuckers would just hang around, expecting recognition or something. You should see the stupid thing, it's the daft cunts own business van, and he's decorated it like the fucking A team, red fucking stripe an' all. And the cunt plays squash....

I can't reverse onto my drive as the cunt who lives around the corner parks his fucking great van in the most fucking stupid place. I've tried reasoning with the stupid prick, but he's having none of it. I'm not the kind of curtain-twitching baby who feels the need to call the council, but the guy is an inconsiderate wanker. What I will say though, is I don't have to reverse into a main road, what sort of pikey cunt lives somewhere like that? Ding?

Snooker is fucking boring shit, but is nowhere near as boring as your posts, Ding. Can you go to the cinema or something tonight and leave your phone at home please?

I didn't, but the cheeky bastard did call me a wanker, with a capital W, or 'big' as he called it.

As I can smell your garlic stained arrow of abuse pointed firmly in my direction, please kindly fuck off back to bothering frogs, you dirty creep.

Fucking hell, if someone had shown me this much affection whilst I was growing up, I may not have turned into the miserably sarcastic cunt I am today. Bill, as an admirer of Decimus' work, (and as much as I am loathe to admit some of yours), and as we seem to share a similar level of disdain for pathetic cunts, the olive branch, albeit covered in shit, is extended for you, you cunt.

Isn't that your nickname at the bukkake parties after you've been drenched in the local businessmen's scrotal contents? Boring cunt

Here we fucking go, is it ladies night in the corner?

At least it got a rise. Now, let's just agree that you are a cunt and get back to business.

Sorry cunt, didn't mean to wind you up too much - fuck off and stop crying and come back with one of your more witty ripostes. There's a good girl.