Major Cunt

I blocked it, but in the spirit of good will to all men/trannys at Christmas I relented. It was probably the concoction of my brothers 7.5% cider, xanax, and a few lines of bugle. Not the shit gear Stickers shovels up crumbling septum either.

I believe that's actually a fact, well it used to be. I used to drink with a tube driver who'd had 2 jumpers under his wheels. The geezer was absolutely traumatised by the incidents, and his chosen medication was double brandy's and diazepam. He actually said to me one more suicide and I'm pensioned off... @Dawn Chorus would probably know more.

It's sheer envy, Dec's. You've gotta remember Pen's greatest contribution to humanity was catching fair dodgers on the Great Western Line. Most rail staff with even a modicum of ambition transfer to a guard, and then pursue their goal as a train driver. Earning 40k a year while sitting on their fat arses completely isolated, then slowly drifting into morose alcoholism after a few platform jumpers hit the windscreen. It sounds like a dream to me, but Unfortunately I'd never pass their stringent urine tests...

It was meant to be 40, but your extracurricular activities in the gents affected the contract...

I read the aforementioned thread and almost shed a tear. Nuggets of cunting gold and some serious old Corner style insults. This thread has spaghetti legs copping it from several parties. To quote the anarexic arse-bandit. Marvelous...

At a push, yes 😁. However the far right is on the rise all over Europe (not a bad thing, imo) you'd be inundated with orders from Poles, Krauts, Austrians, Norwegians, Belgians etc. I think it's a winner mate.

I know you're quite a practical man when it comes to dealing with mechanics ect. If you can design a working Swastika ninja star in time for Christmas. Then your days of breaking pissed up chavs arms on a Saturday night could be over, but I've a feeling you enjoy the work too much...

Just tried to add Quincy to this sterling line up, but it appears the clip-on tie wearing deviants been deleted. Open wide...

Empty words, Francois. Now if this was the Frank Kleftiko of 2015 he might have a quake in his boots, but it's not, is it? I've yet to see you claim a single scalp this year. I fear excalibur is lost...

You above all should know what a "Greasy Weasel" Frank is, Spot. I'd imagine it's quite apparent at any 'CC' board meeting...

I had my suspicions when I first joined based on some of his lexicon. He tried his best to come across as a dearstalker clad pipe smoking gent, but I remember a thread where he revealed his location as near Niagra Falls. I'd imagine he was once middle management for Chrysler, and picture him looking like a dishevelled Chevy Chase. Longing for white picket fences and a way off the trailer park. An American Frank of sorts...

Spot on. I couldn't have made that post more Wizz authored if I'd tried. Another cunt that's disappeared who used to make me chuckle. His hatred of Punkers, Frank and Roops. His most endearing quality though was pretending he wasn't a septic.

He was a fan of the old slam door rolling stock. Where the privacy of the first class compartments ensured many a random back-scuttling encounter.

Semantics, Franco. Considering your post to like ratio has gone down quicker than the General Belgrano. I'd suggest you cobble together one of those much hyped videos and start entertaining again... Your days of living off past glories are wearing thinner than your hairline.

Franco, is the position of the fist in your avatar a desperate attempt to hide a cleft palette?

Ever read the Five Laws of Kleftiko? No. Me neither. Though I'm told It's basically a shite version of the '48 Laws of Power'. It explains the swarthy toads complete Corner ethos, and is littered with useful insults like idiot, thickster, marvelous. It's available at most bargain bookstores, but critics generally agree it's best use is toilet paper during a pandemic...

Poor old Panz is still feeling the effects of that agricultural blunder. Any bog trotter with half a brain fucked off to pastures new, and we now have several states in America claiming to be paddy. I'm hoping that they really fall on hard times and I can pick myself up an AK47, a few pounds of Semtex, and several boxes of ammunition for a song. @PANZER MURPHY I've plenty of Stirling to cross your grubby hands upon delivery. No dead Vietnamese though, I've absolutely no use for them, but you could try Frank..

Fuck em. There's still plenty of decent looking women who find the primates disgusting. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and no amount of advertising can change that.

Well, it's their own fucking fault for abandoning almost every produce for potatoes. Anyone else with a modicum of sense wouldn't have put all their eggs in one basket, or spuds in one bog. Fecking ejits...

The only skin you get under these days is your 'Buffalo Bill' skin-suit made from victims circa 2014, and then obviously tuck your tackle between your legs whilst dancing to some obscurely French ballads in a mirror...

It's a well know fact that the ruling class have a long and established relationship with Jimmy Savile House. In fact it was founding by toffs, and largely used for propaganda purposes. You were spotted on one of Sir Jimmy's charity marathons sporting a 'Persil' t-shirt and lagging at the back of the pack. This has nothing to do with physical condition as your eyes were fixed firmly on the buttocks ahead... You disgust me you nonce defending bumbandit, and if I ever spot you at a golf course I'll beat you senseless with a 12 iron. Fuck off Lol, lol, ect.

I've a feeling some serious proof reading is on the cards. The spelling issue is a contentious one if the above isn't strictly observed given predictive text. The grammar issue is however open to various standards. I never thought I'd see this place aligned with the Oxford Grammatical Society. Frank's still a cunt though!

I thought I spotted you in the audience holding hands with a Angolan refuge.

I'd wager the above will cover him for the next five years, but he'll probably post some obscure shit song that couldn't even qualify for eurovision...

Can't afford a TV licence eh, Franco? We always suspected the globe trotting lounge lizard persona was total bollocks. Thanks for enlightening the faithful on being little more than a greasy spoon owning useless wanker...