Via arseway station, Prick lane, Old cunt road, Tottenham cunt road. Shitehall. Browning st.,Pricktoria, cockshall bridge, Ringston upon Thames, etc. etc. etc. Fuckin shit shovin cunts get about nowadays.
Ah So were not really friends. Now I’ve got it. You don’t like me. By fuck You’re good. You had me fooled with all your compliments and I fell for it. You’re a smart cookie, all that black hole talk and shit I don’t understand. But I think I’ve got it now. You’re Stephen Hawking aren’t you? How can I compete with you Mr half mannequin half dribbling gimp. And also how do you know my bird?
As you start your second week at fuckin Butlins more like. You’ve turned your ‘chalet’ into a brass house and your bitch, sorry missus is working flat out to try and earn your national express fares back to shitsville. Luckily the annual Jamaican single fathers volleyball team arrived yesterday, all four coaches of horny dark meat. So thank fuck for hard working women. Living the dream baby.
Sorry I misread you first time around and thought I can’t kiss the arse of a heavy shitter, established or no. So apologies again and just to let you know, it would be an honour and a never dreamed of privelege to feast on your ample buttocks, as requested sir. Who said dreams never come true?
Once again you have revealed your plan of attack to your foe, thus rendering your anal blitzkreig a futile battle strategy. My rearguard rectal defences are said to be impregnable. Donner und blitzen respekierter Herr.
What’s it like? And be the way it’s spelled Cantona. If you don’t believe me have a look on the back of your fake football shirt. Or as it’s you possibly on the front.