Major Cunt

It's been eye-opening, Bill. As a thoroughbred, party line-toeing nazi I was dubious about fighting it out with my own but the money being promised by Vlad was just to good to turn down.

Rusty is sadly up shit creek without a paddle and will always be tarred with the rapist brush. Regardless of my own opinions surrounding the feral looking, conspiracy seeking, ex smackhead. We shouldn't be having a trial through the media when the old bill are not even involved. Any old slag desperate for a few quid can allege that he's fingered her beaver 🦫 ect. Didn't that old cunt who plays Ken Barlow go through the same shit.

Disappointed, eh, Pen? Are the locals only interested in your capacious sphincter and not your Black Mamba. 🤔 Thanks for setting up the double entendre.

Which also happens to be the name of Jewdy's autobiography...

Comparing Boris to Churchill is akin to comparing Boris Yeltsin to Putin. Both Boris's are little more than empty vessels with strings. Complete fucking idiots with about as much to offer their respective countries as you contribute to the Corner. I take great offence in your comparison of Churchill to Boris due to the former being one of my English heroes up there with Field Marshall Montgomery. You've been pissing on my leg recently, Prof, and it's not gone unnoticed. In the words of Kleftiko "you've been warned". @Horrified Suburbanite, ignore the above, double quoted.

Blame Frank. I had sixty kg of the finest Peruvian stashed at a port north of Lima. The cunt told me that he'd purchased another chest freezer for Ming and that his old man knew the Atlantic like the back of his hand. After a week of waiting I thought I'd chance it on a BA flight to Heathrow. @Frank, that shit was on consignment. The cartel are not best pleased and a couple of sicario's are heading to Edgware!

Unlike your Eddie Stobbart wagon, eh, Prof? I bet you smudged your lipstick whilst tapping out that little tirade on the M1. I'm interested to know exactly what I've done to get under your anchor tattooed skin though... Start making me laugh or I'll have you dancing like Buffalo Bill ala Silence Of The Lambs sharpish!

Don't knock it until you've tried it, mate. For the princely sum of a ton a week i get the pleasure of leaving the Judge in a soiled nappy pleading for a change. I then outsource the job to a Ugandan illegal for a tenner. Sure I have to put up with him curtain twitching with the binoculars in the summer and a few trips to Bargain Booze, but you can't make an omelette without breaking eggs.

Any punter worth his salt would have placed a wager on the Judge as the would be tea leaf. I was fucking disappointed to find out the man hadn't attempted this daring heist with the aid a scooter.

Maybe. The Pink Flamingo, The Admiral Duncan, and many a brothel in South East Asia. The dago gets around a bit in order to fill his carnal desires.

I'm thinking about potential safe locations to flee to in the event that Vald decides to go full Armageddon. I believe that Norfolk has it's fair share of RAF bases, but am also thinking that the swamp may escape. It's either that or Propers bunker. Hopefully his generator packs up and I'm not forced to watch his Bilderberg stack pile. I can't see the cunt going full on, but tactical nukes seem to be a real possibility. What are your thoughts

What was the score with the avatar that you were asked to change?

I'd wager heavily that there's enough of them stashed in your cab to reconstruct a sow. It must be a fucker to change gears in a pair of heels... Truly yours, Major.

I wouldn't hold out for answer, but why on God's green earth is a 50 year old hipster trolling the pages of Reddit in the early hour's. Personally, I would have expected him to be cruising around WC1 with a fistful of tenners in the old man's black cab.