Bubba C

Read it again, gyps. I’ve always liked you.

…holding a shield and his long hair flowing as he waddles to the rescue. The wind blows, the hair disappears as the silly cunt hasn’t glued his wig properly. Under the glow of a street light, the shield is actually a cream bin lid, which clashes awfully with his cheap white suit. As the fat faggot finally reaches the scene of the crime, panting, desperate to catch his breath; he takes 2 puffs on his inhaler and mutters “I’m the best on h….” as he clutches his chest and dies. Paramedics thankfully can’t revive him. They document his sole possession in case his family wish to claim his fat, oily carcass. Item 1: Alba Walkman with a well-worn Rocky 3 soundtrack tape inside. I can dream, but I want them both dead.

What the fuck is the matter with you? Sinking to the point of being pen’s white knight is surely a new low, even for you. You’ve got 2 options: dispatch She-man and immediately up your game, or, kill yourself. I’m happy with either. I’ll be watching.

Usually, I’d guess that an insolent non-entity cunt would have to have a set of bollocks on them to make a comment like that, but in your case, it’s a certainty. Lol. Lol. Go fuck yourself (which you probably find quite easy).

frank, you’re the yin to my yang. We keep the corner balanced. Me, the best on here, you, the worst. You’re the Tina to my Ike. Consistently taking a beating from me, but too afraid to cut and run. Then, like Tina, when you do go out on your own, your content is absolute fucking shit. Kill yourself.

I want it dead.

POIDH

What is wrong with you? Other than having to find a blouse long enough to conceal your cock, what is actually wrong with you?

It’s like a more retarded ding. Taking multi-quoting to new lows.

pen, you odd little freak. I usually find it simple to glide past your comments with ease, but this one stopped me dead in my tracks. You calling another member dreary and dull is something I simply can not abide. Your bizarre, humourless, constant stream of utter shite is less entertaining than ding’s sexy stories, pinkape’s golf drivel and mongumental’s cotswold stone lies. I mean this from the bottom of my huge, happy heart: kill yourself.

I came here to say this. Gurt the rodent, has returned after seeing off quincy in a ‘freak’ tie-strangulation accident.

Aren’t these the same thing?

Very good. If you logged in more than twice a month, you might have a future.

Nice. Um, absolutely fucking nothing.

I’m the best on here. Make your choice. Sharpish.

DecsTheRiojaIsDead

Ding.

He’s made the list. Somewhere between DC and gyps.

Are you looking to join a clique?

Are you new?

Soppy cunt.

Who was his bizarre biking boyfriend who lived in The Netherlands and posted a dashcam video literally straight to his front door? Fuck me, there have been some absolute loons on this site.

Old Ding Juan Demarco. The northern Walter Mitty, with alligator thick skin.

Imagine spouting off like he did when his greatest achievement was achieving Junior Private of Potato Squadron in the merchant navy, the Uncle Albert cunt. I’m glad he’s dead.

Fucking hell, Eduardo’s saving a damsel in distress story. All we need now is The Pub Landlord aka Manky to stop beating his wife for 5 minutes to return and get angry when someone says the Invictus games is for mongs, and it’ll feel like home again.