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About Rev

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  • Birthday 05/10/1918

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    Mind your own, cunt.

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  1. Cunts who order gay curries

    It's true, I eat the odd curry, not so sure about the fucking prawns, Mr B. Everything out of the sea is a bit gay and ordered in boutique bistros by outright puddle-drinking Commie hipster sausagers sporting Che Guevara T-shits and shit-ugly flat-chested beatnik pink-haired leftie cunt-beard feminists with names like Crispin and Jacinta. It has also been medically proven that there's a link between very hot curries and screaming homosexuality/dog-wanking and that a traditional full breakfast is a measure of a proper bloke's geezerdom. I of course, eat the latter and utterly forbid Eastern food poofery at Rev Towers.
  2. Cunts Corner Christmas get together

    There appears to be rather a lot more shit-stabbery here than of years gone by and I've clearly missed a lot of events while on my sabbatical. Can any fucker bring me up to speed as to who are the proper traditional cunts and who needs beaten to a screaming fucking blancmange then set on fire?
  3. Cunts Corner Christmas get together

    Back to the original point...I think it's a great idea. You cunts meet up for a drink, while I bang the fucking shite out of all your missuses, except the ugly fuckers and the roly-poly slab-cracker cunts (I'll just set those chubzilla bastards on fire), kick your dogs to death and ransack your hovels for presents. Job done. Fuck off.
  4. Cunts that care about Yank sports.

    I'm a jock cunt, but I'm glad that fucking IRA-supporting plastic Paddy pikey ginger cunt-stick took a kicking. I couldn't give a flying shit if they're from Scotland or any place else. I want them all dead.
  5. The Book Of The Dead

    To be fair, Benny, Drew and Jugs were okay. Let fire take the rest.
  6. Jemma Beale

    Exactly what kind of red-blooded bloke could even contemplate filling this fucking shapeless aisle-blocker up with his man-diesel? It's the kind of benefits-dependent blubbernaught that gets reported in the red-tops for being found fucking a lame horse, while stuffing double-fried chips up her sweaty, mustard-crusted arse.
  7. Len Goodman

    I'm sorry, but let's not cunt around the shrubbery...this crusty old cockernee slap-headed cock-snorkeler needs put to sleep with a fucking trenching shovel, unless that poof on the judge's bench wants to fuck his crusty old cankered colon to kingdom fuck. I want him dead.
  8. He reputedly shagged her at one point too, Eric. He was one of the hardest fuckers Hitler had at his disposal...rescued Mussolini under impossible circumstances and threatened his two post-war Mossad recruiters with instant execution before they came clean and begged him to work for them.
  9. Frank Kleftiko (1971 - 2017)

    I'm none the wiser.
  10. Frank Kleftiko (1971 - 2017)

    Can some cunt tell me what has happened here?
  11. Birds want equal pay at BBC

    I've heard that this emaciated hawk-nosed cunt's cock is slightly larger.
  12. Birds want equal pay at BBC

    I certainly do. That myopic, voice-not-yet-broken ginger cunt-stick needs his extremities turned into fucking hamburger courtesy of a commercial tyre lever, before being skinned and peeled, then drowned in a bucket of cold dog-sick.
  13. Pigeon fanciers

    Pigeons are cunts. They're just a poor man's seagull (another cunt) in Primark feathers and with flatter tits.
  14. Cunts With Blindlingly White Teeth

    I always thought this Rylan cunt with the electric blue teeth was Katie Price in drag, dressing up as a fucking poof, until she suddenly turned into a fat bastard. As a mincing denizen of the arsehole-end of celebrity, it should come as no surprise that I want the cunt dead.
  15. Labiaplasty

    I can assure you, Mrs R, my intentions were anything but guiltless, innocent or virtuous.