MS Doyle

Andrew, you pathetic, dribbling excuse for a human—did you actually think this ankle tag nonsense was peak comedy? Christ, I’ve seen bin juice with more wit than you. You’re out here slinging Scouser stereotypes like it’s the 80s, but the only thing getting tagged is your dignity—spoiler alert, it’s been on the run since birth. Liverpool’s out here collecting trophies and culture, while you’re collecting dust in the bargain bin of relevance, you sad little gobshite. Your humor’s so dead it’s got Scousers holding a minute’s silence for it—and trust me, they’ll still be louder than your entire personality. Maybe if you weren’t such a quivering, curtain-twitching muppet, you’d realize the only crime here is your existence. Crawl back to whatever damp hole you slithered out of, because the only thing you’re robbing is humanity of oxygen. Delete your account, you absolute melt—Scousers don’t need ankle tags to know you’re a walking L. 🔥