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Just be glad it wasn't Colin Stagg

....or gargles, then whistles 'Ave Maria'....

And what is a high class prostitute whilst we're about it? There's expensive ones. But high class? One's that talk with your plums in their gob presumably.

Think they missed a verse out - the one about chinning the bird who looks like a bloody minkey after snogging her gob off.

I'm pretty sure they do. There's several of them come with me to my group anger management sessions and they're lairy cunts the lot of 'em. The sessions are having no effect in fact I think it winds them up even more

Right on! If I was a bull, I'd want to go down swinging - fuck it, I want to go down swinging anyway, which I probably will do as they'll bring back hanging just to punish me for....ahem...well....'nuff said.

What about 'The Virginian' - or 'The Virgin - Ian' as it may as well be called for all the plot, drama, acting and overall ennui created by this load of horse piss. Doug McClure and Lee Majors were cunts (although Majors redeemed himself a bit in the Six Million Dollar Man')

One that writes it's own letter of complaint when it develops a malfunction more serious than Orla Guerin describing the situation in Gaza

Is it fair to say that automatics grind your gears?

Repetition of an idea without adding any significant meaning e.g widow woman....and Manchester Sinkhole

Tautology

Indeed. This pathetic fixation on crap cultural touchstones from what I imagine is 'our generation's' youth has got to stop. When Lemmy finally carks it, I'll be at the front of the queue with the tear-stained eulogies. But 48 hours ago, you ask anyone who Stephen Lewis was and 95% would stare at you blankly, 4% would think he was the hyperventilating tit who founded Moneysupermarket.com and gets a stiffy if he can save 30 pence a month on his gas bill and 1% are guessers.

Do you think? I always had him down as a self-righteous little prig, but maybe that was just masking his deeply sociopathic nature. Anyroad, you've clearly seen murky depths to our bell-toting, Parkinsons-addled, dwarf-friendly chump.

She was also a right nasty cunt - verified by many sources. A point of view completely ignored in the rush to rim her still warm corpse back to life.

Big fan of your work here I always felt Andy Pandy had a faint whiff of the perve about it and certainly taking it into beyond a 'U' classification if it ever did make it to the big screen. That bear for starters - what the fuck was that all about? The lead character himself is / was gay beyond screaming tears and why can't I get this image out of my mind of Looby Loo dressed in naught but rubber knickers with in-built dildo and 'Siouxsie Sioux' make up, presiding over the whole affair, wielding a whippy tawse? Certainly art-house cinema material, I'm thinking.....

"I'm not a racist but...." That's always a good one, inevitably followed by a load of molten racist horseshit. Why can't these cunts just go "I am a racist - but Abdul next door is actually a fucking legend!"

Or a Shakespearean character. "What ho my Lady Clit. Red fly the flags in the kingdom of Vulva this day?" "Well met my Liege. Indeed, but at great loss of blood and sore vexation unto ones soul. Prithee, fetch me a bar of Fruit and Nut ere this scimitar I doth most frighteningly stove, even unto the hilt, into thy gizzard, for who can be wise amazed, temperate, loyal and neutral in a moment such as this?"

You'll be alright matey. Just adopt the Alex Tsipras position and tell your creditors your mis-sold PPI re-imbursement is due Tuesday - they'll be sweet as a fucking nut.

Thus top-trumping Paula Radcliffe shitting in the street during the London Marathon in 2005 Can't some avant-garde female do the nuclear option and run a marathon whilst having a three hour wank with a GIANT sex toy - or is that the cat out the bag with regard to Lady Gaga's stage show on her next world tour?

Insect spivs in rugby tops If these were human they'd spend all evening buying you pints so they could fuck off with your girlfriend at the end of the night, the calculating cunts.

Indeed but one that could be extended to cover all cunts that have momentary power over your destiny and wield it like a fucking machete. See also 'Parking attendants in outside car park that want you to believe they use a slide rule and semaphore to get you into PRECISELY the correct position and won't let you out your car until you've done their bizarre backwards 5mm / forwards 5mm dance routine number'.

I disagree I don't think it's 'superstition' per se that is the problem. It's 'certainty' and the unwillingness to countenance what might be possible that is the issue - a trait that is found in the likes of Richard Dawkins as well as in ISIS and their barbaric kind.

With great regularity, we are reminded that our species can be a total letdown. Stunning in our cheapness, earnest in our mediocrity and insatiable in our cruelty. We have had centuries to get it right. The most brilliant minds in human history left behind writing, art, medical breakthroughs and scientific pathways to a better future. What did we get from this? Agent Orange, drone strikes that miss, selfies and fucknuckled miscreants like this.

Or more dishonourable to be thought of as a thick, insensitive, inhuman cunt that ranks somewhere close to a Preying Mantis on the evolutionary scale when it comes to family relationships

Mind if I have a bash at this one. Righty-ho, eyes down....... Jools Holland. Anne Frank was a Jewish girl who lived in 'Holland' prior to her deportation and subsequent death in Belsen Concentration Camp Male homosexuals were forced to wear pink triangles by the Nazis, when detained in concentration camps during World War 2 Pink Triangle Products are a make of top end, quality hi if turntables.... ....on which you can play Jools Holland records (if you can find any in the bargain bins on National Record Shop Day). Fucking hell, I am so 'next-level' it's painful!