Yes, Francis.
How can I help, you sweaty, odd coloured cunt?
Are you there?.
Yes, Francis.
How can I help, you sweaty, odd coloured cunt?
Frank seems to think it's a seance. Little does he know that we're all on another board, having a REALLY good time, and calling him a cunt behind his back. He'll be livid if he finds out.
Oh.
It was my intention for you to reply with insults, you may notice i gave none. Your first impulse is always to insult and deride. Why do you think that is?
You will never take on board any form of criticism, as you see all communication that isnt an attack, as an attack. As we all know an unexamined life is worthless. I feel sorry for you, it must be awful to see enemies everywhere.
I think i can help, but first you must show some motivation. See if you can reply to this without cussing.
Kiss my cunt Ribena heed.
I set a trap, and you fall in. Even sign posting it made no difference. You have a picture of a baby, so apt. Untouchable indeed. So well defended. O well.
Truth is, Francis, you’re just a boring, repetitive, purple cunt who I have no interest in having any adult conversation with.
You wish cancer on female posters and miscarriage on pregnant women so why should I?
I hope that clarifies things.
You sweaty cunt.
O dear. At least i insult people after gross provocation, you do it as routine. Im not sure you know you are doing it, i really dont. Just look at that last sentence, and you say im bad.
You have difficulty putting two and two together, not surprising considering your genetic structure was developed on raw potatoe peelings, grass and puddle water in ancient Ireland. Can you let me know when you develop gigantism, sores and tumours on your face. If they are big enough i can draw faces on them with a felt tip.
If you are in pain, i will call a doctor, not to alleviate your suffering, but to help you live longer so i can hit you on the head with a frying pan. Again and again. If your lungs fill with water, and you start to panic as you start to drown in your own juice, i will start to sing united songs like "Ive got a lovely bunch of coconuts".
Begging for mercy wont move me. The difference between us is that your dumb and im not. When your last day comes, many will let their breath out with relief. Me?, I will be letting off fireworks. Im good at this... your not, repetitive, stupid, boring. And a BIG BABY.
Shame for Frank but he does seem to take the stick very well ..
It's just all banter which is good.