I broke out in a cold sweat the other day as no one had called me a cunt for 3 hours.
Luckily enough my granddaughter saved the day by calling me a cunt. She's only one, but it was as clear as a bell.
Brookbonds73 wrote: ↑Wed Oct 20, 2021 11:06 am
I broke out in a cold sweat the other day as no one had called me a cunt for 3 hours.
Luckily enough my granddaughter saved the day by calling me a cunt. She's only one, but it was as clear as a bell.
Every time I speak to someone I expect, no demand, that they refer to me as cunt.
Today was a day I had to take action I'm afraid. Boots greeted me with 'Hello cunt' when I picked up my prescription for psychosis. The lady in the bakers said 'That will be £1.50 cunt' when I bought a sausage roll. When I popped into the library to ask if the tome by the Marquis de Sade I ordered was in yet she went above what was required by replying 'No, you fucking sick cunt'.
But sadly the woman at a stall in the market merely said '£15 Sir' when I enquired about the price of a photo frame so I was forced to drop my strides and shit on her stock.
Brookbonds73 wrote: ↑Wed Oct 20, 2021 11:06 am
I broke out in a cold sweat the other day as no one had called me a cunt for 3 hours.
Luckily enough my granddaughter saved the day by calling me a cunt. She's only one, but it was as clear as a bell.
Every time I speak to someone I expect, no demand, that they refer to me as cunt.
Today was a day I had to take action I'm afraid. Boots greeted me with 'Hello cunt' when I picked up my prescription for psychosis. The lady in the bakers said 'That will be £1.50 cunt' when I bought a sausage roll. When I popped into the library to ask if the tome by the Marquis de Sade I ordered was in yet she went above what was required by replying 'No, you fucking sick cunt'.
But sadly the woman at a stall in the market merely said '£15 Sir' when I enquired about the price of a photo frame so I was forced to drop my strides and shit on her stock.
And she can thank her lucky stars, she got off lightly the fucking whore!
She's obviously a nappy wearing heshe ponce, on benefits from a housing estate in Middlesbrough, selling old bits of shite.
Send me the address my good man, and I shall burn her house down for you.
Every time I speak to someone I expect, no demand, that they refer to me as cunt.
Today was a day I had to take action I'm afraid. Boots greeted me with 'Hello cunt' when I picked up my prescription for psychosis. The lady in the bakers said 'That will be £1.50 cunt' when I bought a sausage roll. When I popped into the library to ask if the tome by the Marquis de Sade I ordered was in yet she went above what was required by replying 'No, you fucking sick cunt'.
But sadly the woman at a stall in the market merely said '£15 Sir' when I enquired about the price of a photo frame so I was forced to drop my strides and shit on her stock.
And she can thank her lucky stars, she got off lightly the fucking whore!
She's obviously a nappy wearing heshe ponce, on benefits from a housing estate in Middlesbrough, selling old bits of shite.
Send me the address my good man, and I shall burn her house down for you.
Attention to detail my learned friend.
A polite '£15 you old cunt' and we'd have been down the alley by the library indulging in all sorts of debauchery with no need for nastiness.
