Bit of a whinge on bad netiquette Page 6

Aah no one called me an arsehole, but I was called a c**t. What happened to arsehole, it was such an evocative insult...

It climbed up into itself.

I would be just thrilled to be called a c**t. It is my other name anyway. Reminds me of my childhood.

You're a c**t, now run outside and play.

With yourself.

YeeeeY Fankoo. Oh the good old days.

Mum
What are you?

Charley
A c**t

Mum
Thats right Charley, you are a c**t. Now go play on the railway track. No not the yellow coat, take a dark one.