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He did indeed, Eddo. He was a raving pavement priest. I'm not sure he ever got caught in flagrante though. Faced with that wee cunt presenting his chubby, most kids would have instantly kicked fuck right into him.

I'm still a bit disbelieving that this fucking chut managed to walk the streets of Glasgow, let alone had the opportunity to attack a Glaswegian bloke's arse, without being repeatedly stabbed and given a Pikey Enema, before a proper filling in for his troubles. This greasy-haired, cross-eyed fucking poofter deserves disablement courtesy of a paving slab. Are we absolutely sure it was Glasgow and not somewhere in East Sussex?

I never saw any bad pictures of Mrs Roops, to be fair. Turning up late is fashionable and the prerogative of a gentleman. People who turn up on time, or worse, early, are by definition, a prick.

I always thought that the fucking pig-ugly Nicola Fucking Sturgeon cunt bore more resemblance to Rab C's second son, Wee Burney, but this bastard page says the fucking picture is too big to upload. Sturgeon-cunt used to be nick-named Gnasher around Dreghorn in her youth, because she caught some poor fucker's foreskin in her teeth while attempting to teabag the poor cunt. She needs a fucking good hard kick in her bastard coin purse.

Oh yeah, I remember Mrs R's pics and that Australian site she was on from time to time. I would have. Not like some of the fucking pansies here whose only sexual encounters are paying their mothers in Pot Noodles to take a shit on their chest.

Yeah, Ratty, Rothers and Droops. I wonder whatever happened to those cunts, or Lady P.

I thought it might be Debbie McGee without the clothes peg attached to the back of her fucking bullet-headed skull, to give her that Govan facelift look. I wonder if old Debbie's back on the Non-Doctor Deluxe since that jug-eared dwarf decided to fuck off and not bore every other poor cunt to death.

It was graffiti found near the site of the double murder from the Whitechapel murders. Some cunt wrote "the Juwes are the men who will not be blamed for nothing". Fuck all to do with Jews. It does have Masonic significance, but not familiar to me, primarily because I don't roll up my trousers and stick a candle up my arse in front of a room full of poofs.

To be fair, the cunt that died was fuck all to look at either.

It's in front of Edinburgh Castle, Bubba. It's owned by the fucking shit-sucking nationalist fascist cunts in the Scottish fucking Government, who also just happen to run Police Scotland like the fucking Brownshirts. So, they sort of do own the fucking place. The bastards.

Yeah. It's not the old hooked-nosed whore with the cunt like a yeti's top lip in Extreme Old Ladies is it, Spotto? Tell her husband he owes me about £300 for diesel and wet wipes.

The cunts have honed it down to a fine point up here. They preside over immigrants who inexplicably die while in custody and don't respond to fatal RTAs. The bastards seem to be recruiting shirters from fucking Chipperfields this weather. Cunts.

Tell your acquaintance I'm not too fucking impressed by his other half's overbite. I've got teeth marks all along the length of my fucking Chink-Stopper.

Police Scotland are a shower of shite private street army of Nicola Fucking Bastard Sturgeon. They're introducing "gender neutral" fucking toilets for the poofs they're letting in among their ranks nowadays.

There's an intellectual dwarf "cybernat" troll living in Bath. That's enough for me to raze the fucking place to the ground. If any of you find yourself in Bath after a night on the Absinthe, look the cunt up and feel free to stab the limp-wristed Hobbit-buggering bastard in the fucking teeth.

Jesus Fucking Christ, Bill. Are you grooming me?

Many thanks for your kind words. Indeed I did, Bill, although to be fair, it didn't elicit the same delirium as Post-Dual Carriageway Collision Single Mother Fucking. The more seriously injured they were, the more moist they seemed to be, especially if they'd lost bladder control and consciousness. It has to be said, the bastard nuns had cunts on them like parchment, but their balloon knots squeaked like a fucking whore's mattress.

Agreed, Mr B. However, sharing a bottle of God's piss with some of the quality-deficient primates here would be like gifting a helicopter licence to a vision-impaired epileptic spastic.

You're quite right, klefto. We elegant few must rise above the fucking riff-raff and the mere suggestion that an arbiter of such perspicacity and wisdom would stoop to buy the wares of those Formica-based bastards Wickes is quite frankly fucking laughable. They are merely covetous and resentful, yellow-eyed arse-butlers, motivated by grievance against greatness. Let them chuckle into their cans of K cider and black tar heroin-filled spoons, while we reflect on another day's passing, pausing only to decant cask-aged single malt into our crystal-cut tumblers. Cunts.

Pay no heed to the detractors here, klefto. Jealousy is a terrible thing and some of the semi-literate, talent-resistant, no mark shirt-lifting scat queen cunts here are demonstrably haemorrhaging it out of their forcibly gaped arses. Having a turd-cutter like a ghillie's fucking wader seems to be a badge of honour for a few of them, but fucking plebs like them wouldn't know quality if it came up and kicked them in the fucking ovaries.

It didn't take a cunting genius to recognise that he was no more than a fucking cake-eating, hint of mint chut and was almost certainly married to another two like-minded bassoon-playing brown hatters. This lettuce-licking ring pirate bastard's arse-buffoonery stuck out like a fucking turd on a pool table to ordinary blokes. Ordinarily, I'm unwilling to speak ill of the dead, unless of course, they were a cunt, but this goat-blowing daffodil twat was as gay as he was terminally dull. Fuck him.

Could never stand this mincing, porn-moustachioed dwarf poove. The best thing about the diminutive fucking bender was that he sometimes played a Telecaster (ironically, the only guitar a real gentleman and bona fide Alpha plays, because he likely wanted to re-inforce his masculinity). I had the chance to see him a few years back, but I'd rather crap in my hands and clap than spend money on seeing this raving fucking arse-butler. He can fuck right off.

I trust this bottle of Bacardi was either left behind by some uninvited raving fucking poofter at a New Year party, or was gifted to you by a relative who has subsequently been exposed as a screaming pansy/child abuser. No proper bloke buys it, or drinks it by choice.

Your psychic powers are shining like a fuckin' beacon in the darkness today, Ape.

What the fuck are these koala-fucking, cork-hat wearing bastards thinking? Axl Rose is a fat, ginger fucking talent-vacuum, on top of being a cunt with a girl's voice, who should really have been drowned at birth in a galvanised bucket of his mother's own amniotic fluid and post-natal piss. AC/DC can manage without a guitarist and drummer already. What the fuck are they doing employing this spastic-voiced nut-herder? He can fuck right off. Twat.