Fugitive

The difference is that I know how shit the breakfast I post are and call the cunts who cooked it out. He actually seems to be pleased with that fucking mess he is claiming to be an omelette. If anyone on here knows what a shitty breakfast looks like, it’s me.

That egg on the place was the one below the egg in the box picture. I cut the dolls heads off in anger.

Look at shit eggs getting all pissy.

one, the box is not opened while the cunt who delivered it is stood there. Two, the cunt who delivered it didn’t actually cook it, you balloon knot. Three, I’ve done terrible terrible things in the name of horrid food that I can’t broadcast on the internet.

If I had been served that, I would have took a hammer to her other leg.

That cunt let me down for about £300 a few months back. Needed him to score and he did in 93rd minute but it got ruled out for offside, the shit twat.

I’ve done the measurements and you could fit all your facial features on your forehead which is pretty impressive.

Expect to see loads of sponsorship and endorsement deals from Middle Eastern companies to City players in the coming years.

I’m one bad breakfast away from being front page news in Scotland, the sweaty fucking cunts.

They only got 0.5 because you can’t even order beans from them, the only thing that’s currently stopping me leaving their first review calling them paedo cunts.

Apart from the fact he that had obviously been sexually assaulted on the way here, the 1p Sausages tasting like shit, the black pudding having the consistency of granite and the haggis not actually tasting anything like haggis, it was sound. 0.5/10 Fucking cunts.

It’s a brand new place with no reviews yet. Also just tracking the driver and the twat has gone in the opposite direction so I’m guessing he is doing another delivery and my food will turn up stone cold, the cunt. I’m optimistic.

I’ve just ordered a 14 item breakfast.

I hope Gnashers house falls down with him in it, the cunt.

The dialysis ward may have a few singles looking for a bit of love.

The keeper was literally fixing his socks and the manc twat stopped play and called a physio on. I hope his socks made it through the night.

Naan bread is a bold choice, you deviant.

A fucking baguette, bacon that is both raw and burnt, sausages that have been dipped in varnish and yellow fanny discharge. This is a national fucking disgrace.

Should be ok now. We are winning and all the cry arses will reduce their activity.

The replies are nearly all from Americans singing his praises. Why are they all so fucking obsessed with God and taken in by anyone who name-checks the beardy sky wizard. It’s almost as if he knew this would help his image in America and decided a baptism would salvage his career over there. Hmmmmm

That has just made me physically sick.