Ernest. Ernest… ERNEST!

Fucking hell. Ernest has been mixing the elements again.

Ernest is correctly describing his and Holbie's range of interests - he missed one though. Or two

Ernest is correctly describing his and Holbie’s range of interests – he missed one though. Or two.

This time he is opening, admitting to his sins and abuse.

If you know Ernest personally, citizens of the world, wave to him.

He needs sympathy; the poor, rejected, delusional [insert the title required].




Hypocrisy Alert

He never said anything to me so it’s alright = Hitler never attacked Japs so he’s a sound fella.

I have come across this so many times it virtually stopped being funny.


It borders on par with one torrential piece of hypocrisy that was sent to us via email.

The email came from I’m always right, even when I’m wrong, I don’t remember, so it must have never happened, you’re wrong, I am able to quote on everything, but even though I do not remember seeing anything, my subconscious saw it, I’m right anyway and it basically absolved the abusers of any wrongdoing because……

Whatever happens in the twitterverse is just a joke, unless it is a joke against me

The I’m always right, you’re wrong then continued a tirade of I’ve been in a dark place as one of the abusers, who is not the abuser, because I did not see the abuse, the abuser abused with and other typical whitewashing garbage until
I realised that there is no sense in trying to communicate with someone who is obviously a genre of different species, and a blind one at that.

It does not bother me that social media is filled up
to its stinky brim with such people.

It’s fucking terrifying that they populate the planet though.


Another Haydon Down

Bristol-polluting abuser James H. has been recently banned from Twitternazi platform of free spit.

Let’s not raise any cups to his career of abuse, including slurs against 4-week-old kids and taunting harassment of women, setting up blag accounts accusing others of abuse and pedophilia; very prolific James H. has been.

Let’s not cheer the demise of a serial and criminally insane abuser, who has spent the last 14 months spitting out his toxic Armageddon of vile lies, accusation and libel.

Adios motherfucker.

Remember, remumbar

I don’t remember anything. It didn’t happen as far as I remember. But I don’t remember much. But I can quote exact lines off emails and I am never wrong. It’s them who’s wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I’m right, mate; lad. Don’t criticise, or else; I’m always right yano.

Hah. 500 troll-hunter points for the first fucker who guesses right who this parody of paradoxical behaviour belongs to – gets a prize.

Bar is Open, Gather and Gaswork the Cuntrats

The premiere entry was written for Encuntlopaedia by Mark from E.C. UK Division.

It is the first entry for A for Amoeba, short, sweet and fucking nice.

Because nobody will ever read it, ha ha.

The current works under way are fucking credit to Wintersturm, who
promised the N for Nadine special – but knowing he owes me a tenner
from Euro 2012 bet, it might take him a bit bloody longer than a week.

It has also came to our attention that some cuntrats including the jizzrag cuntrat are disputing the number of the entries that our beautiful
Encuntlopaedia will or will not have. Who the fuck knows?
Surely it is going to be more than 26. Jumbo will have at least fucking 5.

That’s fucking it I guess.

Gaswork the cuntrats!