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Look, you cunts, all I was saying was, I don't give a fuck about what you are trying to sell me, I ain't fucking buying, can't afford it, don't want it, so stop wasting my time and your money employing some techno-cunt to design a programme that will tell me what I should be buying, I DON'T FUCKING CARE, so FUCK RIGHT OFF YOU GOOGLE EYED CUNTS!

No, that makes me a cunt who hates dogs, a loathing to which I am entitled. You'll have to forgive my latest nom, even I can't remember what the fuck it was, the brain cell isn't working like it used to do. :-(

So I signed into Youtube, I don't know why I bothered, but I did. I wanted to watch some music videos, so that's what I did. Then I get a fucking message from Google Cunts, telling me to sort out my ad preferences, so I get the relevant marketing experience that suits my profile. Bunch of cunts. I don't need ANY fucking ads off those cunts, or any other cunts for that matter, I ain't a fucking sheep who needs to be told what I should waste my hard earned on. Now fuck off and sell some pointless shit to the underage cunts who just have to have the latest trendy bollocks technology that all their equally brain-dead friends have got. Yeah that's right, you ain't getting any of my money, so fuck right off, you cunts!

I fucking HATE dogs, period, end of, fuck off, four legged, shit spreading,barky, parasites.

I fucking hate dogs!

Cheese eating surrender monkey, a frogs running(hopping) off, nothing new about that, the cunt should fuck off back to France before we pull the drawbridge up in June.

This pair of cunts stole and sold laptops from a cancer ward where their terminally ill son was being treated. A judge told cuntish Kim Ager and Matthew Ingham: “It is difficult to find a word that describes just how despicable this offending was, you are total CUNTS!” But what was worse, the parents, from Keighley, West Yorks, tried to pin the blame for the theft of the computers and video equipment on their ten-year-old son, who was being treated for neuroblastoma - a cancer which attacks the central nervous system. Could you find a better example of cuntishness? (well, probably, but I can't be arsed right now)

Never trust anyone, ever, they're all cunts, you should've realised that by now, you cunt!

No problem for us then, no fucking morals to be seen anywhere on here (thank God)

Please remember, a dog isn't just for Christmas, if you stuff it full of sage and onion, chestnuts and cardboard, it should last until New Years Day, you greedy cunts.

'Gay' ? I keep my fingers knuckle deep in minge, you're the one who likes to keep a grasp on cock (probably somebody else's!)

I had the face of a mouse transplated on my cock, it looks like it's puking semolina when I cum :-)

Your problem was, you picked the good seats, everybody wants to sit in the 'good' seats. Maybe if you'd waited a bit longer the rug munchers would've put on a show to get you and your Mrs back in the mood. I take your point, the powers that be should provide more cubicles, preferably with a decent solid door and a substantial lock, to keep the turd burglars at bay.

Ursula, a two-year-old common octopus, takes seconds to crack complex challenges set by her keepers at Living Coasts in Torquay, Devon. This clever cunt of an octopus can do things with her tentacles that would make grown men cry, and apparently it isn't expected to live too much longer. So instead of wasting what's left of her and our lives, they should set her to work in a local rub & tug shop, she could make a fuckin' fortune pleasuring the lonely and less fortunate men of Torquay.

Did his 5 inch sub have cheese on it?

I happened to be passing through Bolton(a shit-hole in the North west of England, for those who don't know) when I noticed that over the Bank Holiday they're having a 'food festival' That means a load of those so called 'celebrity chefs' will descend upon the town to demonstrate their culinary expertise. They've blocked the town centre with tents, marquees and stalls, turned it into a right fun-fair looking mess, just so Torode and his check-trousered, big hat, shirt-lifting mates can cunt about for an audience of lardy-arsed, take-away loving, waddling blubber mountains. So where does the 'rock & roll' come into it? That's because these wankers actually think they're 'stars', when all they really are is a bunch of mincing canteen cooks with a tv series and a cook book to flog. Bastard Chef, my arse, CUNTS !

'Happy Hour' that's about the length of time I've had any joy in my whole, miserable fuckin' life, and I'm well over fifty now, where's Apple when you need him?

The perfect qualification to work...in an employment agency.

They were never 'classy', just a bunch of chancer cunts who got lucky because the great British public fall for every gimmick going, stupid, tone deaf cunts. Oh I get it, you're desperate for a shag, fair enough, why don't you just say that?

As you say, cyclists are just as big a cunts as car drivers, in fact I saw one ride through a red light two days ago, but I have seen cunts in cars do the same, or equally as stupid, failing to give way at a junction when they are instructed to do so, cunts.

All involved in buying and selling property are cunts, estate agents, solicitors, surveyors, banks etc.burn the lot of them, parasitic vermin.

open your fucking eyes

The only thing politicians are good at directing is public funding into their bank accounts, cunts!

It wouldn't be so bad if car drivers took any notice of the highway code and could actually be bothered to stop at a fuckin' red light, cunts!

My girlfriend said that to me once, strange thing was, we were in bed, not at the dining table, I didn't have a clue what the cunt she was on about.