Major Cunt

That's a bit below the belt, Roops. Are you going to count this as an infraction of the fabled Corner commandments and ban yourself? Can't you both just agree to disagree? I think this debate has run its course, and you can reignite it when people inevitably start dropping like fly's from respiratory complications in the coming years.

You've got your head screwed on, Rasters. Taking the tried and tested approach of dipping a toe in with a few amusing posts whilst observing who's likely to lead you down the garden path or give out a map. Frank's still capable of turning a newbie over (not in the biblical sense though, fortunate for the concerned party) in a few posts on the incredibly rare occasions when he's on form. The man's as crafty as a shithouse rat and can be lower than a snakes belly. Eight years ago the man could have sold loafers to a fucking snake!

In all honestly, DC, were you playing the long game with your previous incarnation as Franco's faithful sidekick? Was the fawning over Graham Norton-esque loafers/shirts a strategic move in order to gain his trust to then fuck him over at a later date? I'm only dubious due to your refusal to take on board the sage advice dispensed by myself, Eric and Killer. We pointed out several previous incidents where the Corners Rocky Horror Show extra had lured naive newbies to fictitious meetings at their expense, and at the time the cunt had you in full Stockholm Syndrome. You've no need to hang on to his coattails anymore as your durability has been thoroughly tested. You can be a creative and insightful commentator at times. And congratulations on putting the crack pipe down. Like Cookie from Rock an Rolla i hope you locked it in a smoke proof coffin!

You crafty old kike, Jewdith. I did have my suspicions, but it's confirmation that you've finally managed to replace the saline in a drip for Special Brew. No more hangovers, eh? 😆

This sort of thing seems to go hand in hand with a collection of binoculars. Very strange!

I thoroughly enjoy our exchanges, Jewdith, and think the whole question of who's looking the bigger cunt here is subjective. I still think you're backpedalling in relation to your initial post regarding the purchase of individual socks unless you were shopping in Tel Aviv. You're here to consistently put your foot in it without even realising, and to continue posting tales of retail surprises that are as bent as a nine bob note. Shalom, you tighter than a ducks arse, wheelchair bound, dense cunt!

Well, i dunno where you shop, but i have only ever seen or bought them in pairs. Why would you only need one fucking sock? Eric has kindly outlined the group that would benefit from such lunacy. Single socks should only be sold to soldiers that have lost a leg whilst serving, and also be heavily discounted like Jewdy's tranny pants!

Evening, Prof, have you ever seen socks being sold sold singly as opposed to by the pair, ever?

Quality! 🤣🤣🤣

It must be a struggle pulling off a Buffalo Bill act from Silence Of The Lambs whilst using a zimmer frame.

Definitely. I tested positive for the old kung flu, Bill. I felt rough for about four day's and just put it down to a cold with an incredibly sore throat. I've previously had influenza and can categorically state that Covid isn't a patch on it. That wiped me out for two fucking week's and developed into bronchitis as i presumed i had just had a nasty cold. A paramedic told me that earlier in the day they had a patient die of a cardiac arrest and the hospital put it down as Covid. From the horses mouth mate!

That paragraph sums up the Golders Green dwelling neanderthal in a nutshell, PC. He's not the sharpest knife in the draw to start with, throw in a crippling addiction to alcohol and you're basically dealing with a primate of the lower order who's prone to tantrums. The only things he's got in common with Stephen Hawkins is owning a wheelchair and a perpetually flaccid cock.

Are you seriously trying to convince me that socks are now being sold individually? Fuck me, i've seen some and heard bullshitters in my time but this takes the biscuit. I'm tempted to ask Gyp's if she can contact Roy Castle as i reckon we've got a record breaker! You seem to have fucked yourself over again, you binocular polishing, shekel shirking, fucking idiot. 😆

A bit like your mathematics then, Jewdy. Five pairs for seven quid ain't seventy pence a pair, is it? I'll give you a break and presume that Dianne Abbott's moonlighting as your carer... You stupendously dense cunt!

Coming from you, Frank, that means a lot. I'll dig out some obscure jazz when i get the opportunity, but in the mean time get fucked... You know ''i'm the best on here''.

Most of the quality players are either banged up or awol, but there's still a few old timers keeping the ship afloat. My appearance and comments will no doubt rile the Judge. That cunt should have a fucking key in his back. He's definitely on the spectrum, Franco! Some vintage Kleftiko would liven this place up.

Lord P is on more roids than Arnie during his Conan The Barbarian day's. Testosterone 250, Stanazol, Sustanon, and Tren can all be found in his medicine cabinet. Fortunately he's no stranger to a prick in the arse!

With any luck he'll land on the Judges scooter and bounce back up to the ledge, proving that even in suicide he's a complete fuck up! @Frank, stop bullshitting, and start entertaining again. You complete and utter cunt!

Nope. I always presumed his bizarre post's were the result of dyslexia, and CC looked like SS to him. I bet it was the fastest he'd typed since April 1945.

She doesn't need to, Wolfster. The only thing located down south she needs to worry about in her post pageant career is the pink oboe's placement, and i'm certain that the skilful handling of it that will guarantee her a Texan oil baron husband thirty years her senior. I reckon it will end in an OJ and Nicole finale. I hope for his sake he's black and Johnny Cochran is still breathing.

I think you're on to something here...

His ignorance and placing on the spectrum always guarantee a few quality Sunday morning post's. The man's the Corners Les Dennis both pre and post Holden. A tragedy wrapped up in a scooter!

You're playing a dangerous game here that could result in a splash of old news, and i may even forward your address on to the PLO. I'm sure there would be no shortage of martyrs willing to kill a retired Mossad agent as that's the line i'll spin them. If you're speaking of Decimus then i suggest that you pm the man and ask, but i've just remembered that you grassed him up for allegations of abuse via that facility. I don't need to say anything as you seem to be name dropping me like a z list celeb on that pile of shit show Philly 'the shirt-lifter' Schofield presents in the morning - one of your own there, fatboy... You seem to be rattling like Pen's false teeth in an earthquake/back-scuttling.

The bookie always wins, Jewdith, and that's all you need to know about gambling, me wheelchair bound old son. Unless you're an influential four by two who's mates with a top echelon bankster brother. Given your propensity for buying turd burgling y-fronts on the cheap, and spending the other eighty five percent of your income on white spirit, WD40, and binocular polish doesn't exactly pit you as a high roller! Also, given your reputation for consistently posting nonsensical accusations of favouritism and persecution along with sprinkling of inaccurate Red Sea pedestrian history. I can safely call your above retort a paradox. I would suggest you wheel yourself over to the mirror and see if you can wrap your gammon around the logic. If you do it before breakfast then you might even get a glimpse of your micro cock, an organ that last attained a semi during the Abbey National's heyday. You really are a gift! 😆

I bet you knocked one out during the pool scene, Jewdith! 😆