The Last Post.

Bald Devil has decided to end this blog.  It has served its use.

He will be no longer amongst you all.  He will not miss you in the slightest.

During His time here he has made many friends and some enemies to say the least.

To you all I say Cheers to the friends I met along the way and Fuck You to all other cunts.

He has met with and enjoyed Monkey Balls company.  Monkey Balls has met Mrs Bald Devil and has been very complimentary to her.  You are right MB, she is wonderful, sexy and intelligent!

Anyone else who would have come for a pint and I missed I say this, it would have been great fun if you had.  Sorry it didn’t work out.  Maybe some other time.

I have also had the privilege to meet the young chimps of Monkey Balls.  A fine brood indeed who would beat the Terminator any day!!

Thanks for reading this anyone who did, and I am glad it stirred things up the way it has.  It was always my intention to pull a few rugs from under a few feet. 

My site is now up to at least 5000 hits since last October and just goes to prove how sad you all are and how little else you all have to entertain you in your sad lives.  My intention was to get a reaction from you and you all performed with gusto.

Let this be a lesson to you all.  And you never know, someday I might be back just to poke some fun at you all, seeing as I know how easy it is now!

This post will self-destruct in 5 days.

Goodbye and Best of luck.

Bald Devil loves you all.

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Bald Devil is being accused of impersonating other users on someone elses blog.  He is also being accused of terrorising someone elses blog site.

Both of these accusations are false and unfounded.

Bald Devil does not threaten people or post threatening posts anywhere, ever.

If someone is pretending to be Bald Devil, then unfortunately I can take no responsibility for their actions.

I am sorry if people think that Bald Devil is something He is not.  I don’t bother posting on blogs much anymore.  There is no real fun left in it.  I have moved on you see.

You need to look elsewhere for the culprit as it in most definitely not Bald Devil.

Sorry to disappoint you all.

Bald Devil loves you all.

Lets get ready to rumble!

Bald Devil is looking forward to meeting some of his blogger chums later today for a couple of pints and a natter.

We will be meeting in “a Scandinavian bar in a train station” if anybody else is interested in coming along.  The more the merrier!

Blue-tooth scan the bar and see if ‘Bald Devil’ returns any results..

 

Bald Devil loves you all. 

Thanks Twenty.

Bald Devil is not one for statements, public or otherwise.

He is however sick to his fucking teeth of Twenty pretending to be Me or someone else pretending to be Me.

This is sock-puppetry and nothing else.

 Twenty’s comment page goes through the roof when someone pretends to be Bald Devil and if this is the only way he can get extra comments, he needs to wise up and fuck off and invent something more original than Devils Bit or The Avenger or Simian Spheres or Morgor or what ever he thinks will up the ante.

 Fuck off Twenty, I am banned.  Remember that you cunt.

Bald Devil loves you all.

Decision made.

I have made the decision not to say the word cunt today.

I have decided to be extra nice to people today.

I have decided to be as helpful as I can to others.

I am going to buy a complete stranger a beer for no reason.

I will begrudge nobody a light for their cigarette.

I will give somebody a cigarette if they ask for one and don’t say please.

I will hold doors open for other people.

I will smile at everybody.

I will resist the urge to be confrontational.

I will leave one particular person alone today.

Ahhh, fuck.  Where’s the fun in that?

Bald Devil loves you all.

Rumbling on and on.

Seems I am still annoying Twenty.  Judging by the comments on his blog over the last few weeks or so, I seem to have unwittingly gotten under his skin a lot.

Now it seems to me that if he really wanted rid of me all he would have to do is just moderate all of the comments that contain my name.  Not a very hard thing to do for someone with his skill and intellect.

However, we all know what happened the last time he moderated someone, don’t we?

Maybe he really does miss me and is just afraid to say it out loud.

Anyway I will continue to view and leave the odd comment as I know you love to read them, don’t you?

 Bald Devil loves you all.

Dignity, always dignity.

Sitting on my throne in my local the other day, who should I spy propping up the bar?

The legendary Alex Higgins and no mistake.

Although it would be easy to convince yourself that it was not himself at all.

Cancer has ravaged his body to such an extent that he could now hide behind his snooker cue and even stick his tongue out and you still would not see him.

Anyhow, he ordered his pint of Guinness and started to read the paper.  Within minutes, his head started to slump, his arms folded and away to the land of nod with him.  After a couple of minutes a huge string of drool escapes from between his cancerous lips.

Kev says “I think Alex is dead”!

I look at Kev and ask, “Which one of us will take the photo on our phone and sell it to the papers”?

Kev looks horrified for a split second then his face cracks a huge grin.  “Now I realise what kind of cunt you are”.

I smile and nod.  He doesn’t realise the half of it.

Fuck you Alex, you will be with  me sooner than you think. 

Bald Devil loves you all.

Cunts…

Some people are cunts.

Some people are jealous cunts.

Some people are super cunts.

Some people are uber cunts.

Some cunts even think they can put one over on you by being a smart mouthy cunt.

And then again there are some people who don’t even realise that they are being cunts at all and work their way up the dizzy heights to being uber cunts.

I welcome these cunts .  For they are cunts and will never rise above a cuntish level.They will always be cunts and live life in their cuntish pathetic way. 

 I call them fucking stupid  cock sucking cunts of the highest order.

And best of all, you know exactly what kind of cunt you are, you cunt.

Welcome to Hell you stupid fucking cunt..

Bald Devil loves you all.

You fucking cunts.

A special day.

St Patrick’s Day is upon us once again.  It comes at the same time each year in March.  What genius decided to have an open-air festival in this freezing shit-hole in March?

Another excuse for all day drinking and betting on horses.  Would the lure of the nag be so if it was viewed just for the racing and not the monetary gain?

It takes a really special kind of fuck-wit for a bookie to tell him “I am so confident that I will take your money that I will give you ten times the amount back if I lose” and still they throw money at the cunts!  Chances are that there was a herd of bookies in the shadows watching St Patrick as he drove the snakes out.  They were most likely putting numbers on the snakes backs and giving odds on the first/last snake out of here.

Who or what would St Patrick drive out of the country if he returned today?

Perhaps he could change tack and start a “thieving gypsy Romanian cunt” drive out of the country?

What kind of arsehole was in his little cabin at immigration and looked at those cunts and waved them on?  Would a “hang on there a minute, you thieving gypsy Romanian cunt, where the fuck do you think you are going” not be the first question that springs to mind?

And while he was at it, he could fuck all those welfare sponging cunts out as well.  Imagine the space he would free up for the rest of us to enjoy.

Maybe he could even try to send those priests and church going cunts into the sea as well.  No more smug Catholics to tell you that everything you do is wrong or you will burn in Hell for all eternity.

 Come back Paddy, they need your help again.

Bald Devil loves you all.

People.

Some people you miss.  You miss them for various reasons.

You miss them because they leave you.

You miss them because of bad timing.

You miss them because they are no more.

You miss them because you have grown apart.

You miss them because your train is late.

You miss them because the cross-hairs on your .22 are not aligned.

And then you think. 

Fuck them, they are only assholes anyway and that’s the exact reason why they are in your past.  They keep letting you down, the fucking cunts.

Bald Devil loves you all.