Frank

I’m so happy ape. Christ.. what a life. Bisous.

Life is great in Ile de Re. Vive.

Idiot.

See your PM. An extraordinary coincidence or is MC out of his tiny mind?

What's the thinking behind the head height door handle?

It looks like a cross between a cheap indian-run tooth whitening centre and a disabled toilet. I bet it fucking stinks in there of old chip oil.

I might be mistaken, but is that you over on the other thread wearing a pair of turned-up stonewashed demin three-quarter-lengths?

You complete idiot. Fuck off.

I have a French wife. She poked me throughout the game with her nicotine fingers, laughing and waving her passport in my face whilst agreeing with every word of that know-all cunt decimus’ match appraisal. Gyppo was warming up with her midnight shit and I’m afraid I lost it.

I’m a bit short on likes bend.

No, you fuck off. Mouthy little cunt.

We've had some moments, wiz, but I'd be lying if I said you had a purpose here.

Imagine the size of that drunken whore's garage.

You're not good at this at all.

When I lost my Ming for the third time, if it wasn’t for the solace found here in the comforting words of the membership, I doubt I’d be here today. Thank you, Proper.

He’s fucking dead, proper. Leave me alone.

This is all therapeutic. I once took him to see Sinatra at the Albert Hall in the early 90’s. Not once had I seen him cry but he absolutely lost it when Frank sang ‘It was a very good year’. A great dad, sorely missed.

Just keep it light, tot. You have no clue.

It’s quite extraordinary but I think you’re getting worse. Go to bed you desperately thick alcoholic whore.

It’s never ever really been a ‘holiday’ has it, Jazz? My god, that poor kid.

Cheap cunt. Fuck you alf.

I once had a boat.

You absolute fucking Dullard. Why do you bother?