Cuntybaws

In honour of Frank's (brief) return, "People who need people, are the luckiest people in the world" It's all a load of bollocks of course. People are cunts.

Fuck, it's worse than I thought - they're "literate"? That's the pits! There is a minority alternative i.e. the Californian vegan health freak, with their fucking Prius and their fucking Fitbit. It must be like fucking a piece of knotted string.

I don't understand where these old cunts get the fucking energy for all this persistent offending. I guess most of them aren't married!

Fuck off you BELLEND!

Just what the fuck exactly are you implying?

Brokeback Mountain was released in 2005, so is probably hitting Norwich just about now.

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I'm not sure I can get on board with this concept given the quite appalling lack of racial diversity in this line up. On the other hand, it does look as if there are enough nancy boy queers and cigar-chomping bull dykes to guarantee tears before bedtime. Stuart Baggs was a cunt.

This is a bit of a worry, Rick, if we can't rip off tasteless jokes from Sickipedia Scotty and I don't have much else left.

I thought I recognised you!

This cinema wasn't in Soho by any chance? If so, kids' sick will be the least of her sartorial worries.

That's modern parenting for you. A tube of blue Smarties for breakfast, Sunny D for lunch, and a Ritalin suppository at bedtime.

My money's on Cancer.

I nominated Japanese Vomit Porn once. It lasted longer than Rothers' cumfarting threads, but only just.

Ring snatcher

I think its basic and rudimentary nature is part of its rustic charm. It's more Mad Max than Monaco. Even if you painted it with gold leaf, that knife-like wind and driven horizontal rain off the moors would strip it all back off again within a few months.

If only they'd sent these prancing cunts in first at Gallipoli to exhaust the enemy's ammunition, the whole course of WWI could have been so different.

I am not a man who suffers any other road user gladly. However, when my own mewling brats were in their car seats I realised that chucking it round corners with my usual gay abandon was likely to result in a severe case of shaken baby syndrome. I therefore put up one of these accursed stickers, not as a boast, and certainly not because I expected any special treatment, but rather as a considerate warning to other traffic that I might occasionally have to use my brakes rather than accelerate through an amber light.

I've done a couple of track days at Knockhill and it's a desolate, barren, wind-blasted shithole in the middle of nowhere. No amount of money is ever going to change that,

Is it the one on the left or the one on the right?

Ahhh...

The Rimmer Experience. Class!

I call my cock "Whitney" because it goes stiff in the bath.

Justin Timberlake must be from Manchester. Who knew? Rod Stewart is a cunt.