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Originally posted by NotAllThere View PostDear gts
You are a vulgar little maggot. Don't you know that you are pathetic? You worthless bag of filth. As they say in Texas, I'll bet you couldn't pour **** out of a boot with the instructions on the heel.
You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer on the lips than be seen with you. You are a fiend, a sniveling, spinless coward.
You have bad breath.
I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you especially your existence. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit rotohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scum.
I wish you would go away.
You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a putrefaction, a big suck on a sour lemon with a lime twist.
You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in regret for what they had done.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You give mammals a bad name. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformation.
I barf at the very thought of you.
You have all the appeal of a paper cut.
Lepers avoid you. Syphilitics laugh at you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, a ferment, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?
If you aren't an idiot, you've made a world-class effort at simulating one. You snail-skulled little twit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. Your hand refuses autoerotism. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot.
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meat slapper.
On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper.
You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.
And you're boring...Comment
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Originally posted by gts View PostIs there a minimum threshold that can be taken from the company account per month/year as a director which would mean that we wouldn't be required to pay Child Maintenance/the Child Maintenance Service?
I believe they have some top tips on there about sloping out of your financial commitments.
“The period of the disintegration of the European Union has begun. And the first vessel to have departed is Britain”Comment
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Originally posted by shaunbhoy View PostHave you tried "Dodgingymyparentalresponsibilities.com".
I believe they have some top tips on there about sloping out of your financial commitments.
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Originally posted by NotAllThere View PostDear gts
You are a vulgar little maggot. Don't you know that you are pathetic? You worthless bag of filth. As they say in Texas, I'll bet you couldn't pour **** out of a boot with the instructions on the heel.
You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer on the lips than be seen with you. You are a fiend, a sniveling, spinless coward.
You have bad breath.
I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you especially your existence. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit rotohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scum.
I wish you would go away.
You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a putrefaction, a big suck on a sour lemon with a lime twist.
You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in regret for what they had done.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You give mammals a bad name. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformation.
I barf at the very thought of you.
You have all the appeal of a paper cut.
Lepers avoid you. Syphilitics laugh at you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, a ferment, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?
If you aren't an idiot, you've made a world-class effort at simulating one. You snail-skulled little twit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. Your hand refuses autoerotism. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot.
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meat slapper.
On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper.
You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.
And you're boring...Comment
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Originally posted by gts View PostHave you tried swivelonadick.com“The period of the disintegration of the European Union has begun. And the first vessel to have departed is Britain”Comment
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Originally posted by NotAllThere View PostDear gts
You are a vulgar little maggot. Don't you know that you are pathetic? You worthless bag of filth. As they say in Texas, I'll bet you couldn't pour **** out of a boot with the instructions on the heel.
You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer on the lips than be seen with you. You are a fiend, a sniveling, spinless coward.
You have bad breath.
I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you especially your existence. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit rotohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scum.
I wish you would go away.
You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a putrefaction, a big suck on a sour lemon with a lime twist.
You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in regret for what they had done.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You give mammals a bad name. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformation.
I barf at the very thought of you.
You have all the appeal of a paper cut.
Lepers avoid you. Syphilitics laugh at you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, a ferment, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?
If you aren't an idiot, you've made a world-class effort at simulating one. You snail-skulled little twit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. Your hand refuses autoerotism. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot.
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meat slapper.
On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper.
You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.
And you're boring...Comment
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Originally posted by NotAllThere View PostDear gts
You are a vulgar little maggot. Don't you know that you are pathetic? You worthless bag of filth. As they say in Texas, I'll bet you couldn't pour **** out of a boot with the instructions on the heel.
You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer on the lips than be seen with you. You are a fiend, a sniveling, spinless coward.
You have bad breath.
I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you especially your existence. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit rotohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scum.
I wish you would go away.
You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a putrefaction, a big suck on a sour lemon with a lime twist.
You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in regret for what they had done.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You give mammals a bad name. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformation.
I barf at the very thought of you.
You have all the appeal of a paper cut.
Lepers avoid you. Syphilitics laugh at you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, a ferment, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?
If you aren't an idiot, you've made a world-class effort at simulating one. You snail-skulled little twit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. Your hand refuses autoerotism. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot.
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meat slapper.
On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper.
You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.
And you're boring...“The period of the disintegration of the European Union has begun. And the first vessel to have departed is Britain”Comment
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Originally posted by shaunbhoy View PostHarsh............but fair!
<feck off you arrogant twat> does have a ring to it, no?Comment
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Originally posted by BR14 View PostI still think i put it more succinctly
<feck off you arrogant twat> does have a ring to it, no?“The period of the disintegration of the European Union has begun. And the first vessel to have departed is Britain”Comment
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