Our arguments are shít nowadays :-(

[Sir C]

No one offering physical violence, no one getting cancer wished upon them.

We've turned into a bunch of wimps, and no mistake.

[Peter]

No one offering physical violence, no one getting cancer wished upon them.

We've turned into a bunch of wimps, and no mistake.

Because of ****s like you who jump down people's throats every time they use a bit of 'colourful' language.

I mean what sort of ****ing ****-faced arsewipe are you?

Mother****er

[Alberto Balsam Rodriguez]

No one offering physical violence, no one getting cancer wished upon them.

We've turned into a bunch of wimps, and no mistake.


Everyone is afraid of being reported to the police for cyber bullying, c.

[Sir C]

Everyone is afraid of being reported to the police for cyber bullying, c.

I've just reported Peter for the vile abuse he has given me above.

[Sir C]

Because of ****s like you who jump down people's throats every time they use a bit of 'colourful' language.

I mean what sort of ****ing ****-faced arsewipe are you?

Mother****er

The Lord protecteth me from thy vileness, for I am blessed in the eyes of the Lord and He shall be my shield, amen.

[Alberto Balsam Rodriguez]

I quite like Peter. I'm sure you did something to upset him.

[Mo Britain less Europe]

Perhaps the arguments are weak because people are fed up to the socks of keyboard warriors and no longer feel inclined to rise to their trolling?

Not everyone is keen on coming to a website to discuss their favourite football club only to have to end up arguing about faeces with a bunch of middle-aged bores.

[Sir C]

Perhaps the arguments are weak because people are fed up to the socks of keyboard warriors and no longer feel inclined to rise to their trolling?

Not everyone is keen on coming to a website to discuss their favourite football club only to have to end up arguing about faeces with a bunch of middle-aged bores.

There you go, that's better. You soul-crushingly miserable dullard, you.

[Mo Britain less Europe]

There you go, that's better. You soul-crushingly miserable dullard, you.

What are you doing up so late old man? Get your slippers and your wee willie winikie nightcap on.

[Sir C]

What are you doing up so late old man? Get your slippers and your wee willie winikie nightcap on.

Aw, your first ever attempt at wit! Well done mo.

[Mo Britain less Europe]

First ever registered through that thick cranium.

[Sir C]

First ever registered through that thick cranium.

You've struggled a bit with the whole 'reply' thing there, haven't you?

Don't overdo it, old chap. Calm yourself now.

[Mo Britain less Europe]

If you have anything interesting to say please go ahead, otherwise.... Over and out.

[SWv2]

No one offering physical violence, no one getting cancer wished upon them.

We've turned into a bunch of wimps, and no mistake.

Don't call me a wimp you poncy Dutch fúcker.