Here is Senor Cuntingham’s appalling website. Unfortunately, the man is highly paranoid and has password-protected the whole blog. Only his brother Leslie has the password, and he lives in Iran. I have searched all over Senor Cuntingham’s stinky drug-littered house but to no avail. If I have any joy in discovering what idiotic secret research may lie within the blog, I shall let you know immediately.
En Venganza,
Felize x
If you are wondering what secret research senor Cuntingham is hiding within his password-protected Tumblog, you may be ecstatic to learn that he has a leaky Tumblr feed going into his old Twitter: @VCCCuntingham!
He knows about this but he is too dyslexic to fix the problem! Have a look quickly before the bastardo gets his IT-literate nephew to fix the problem!
En Venganza,
Felize x
I am breathless with amazing feelings! I am blogging this from Señor Cuntingham’s study, while he is out attempting to gain entry to Spank Wednesday. I fear I must blog this quickly: he will not be out long, as there is no chance that Señor Spankworthy would let him in. Nobody likes Señor Cuntingham (I hate him).
But here is the big news: Señor Cuntingham has - accidentally, I assume - removed the password-protection from his blog! The blog contains all of his independent work since he left the lab! I will now rummage through his social media most thoroughly!
En Venganza, Felize x
I amfalling behind with my Sxientific Research. I feel likeyhe pressures of Timing and Tardiness are squashing me into a teeny iPhone sized lump. Haste, Cunting! Makehaste!
Before Senor Cuntingham discovered Instagram, he was a heavy sinking thing in deep waters.
Ever since his nephew helped him install a strange new app on his iPhone, Senor Cuntingham has been behaving more strange than usual. He is photographing signs everywhere, in Bloomsbury and Chichester etc. I hate these mad scientists with a fierce white-hot passion.
(Source: instagrasmic)