Rev

Johann Lamont - Little Red with the swollen clit-hood.

Harry Botter and the Political Prisoner of the Oppressive West in Azerbaijan. Walt Disney's Gambhi - a young deer brings nationalism to the table in pre-War Punjab. Watership Downs - A socialist collective of rabbits with Down Syndrome learn about bio-diversity.

Ah. Fuck.

Live, from Norwich...it's Cunt of the Century. This fucking blow-dried, cravat-sporting, comfortable beige slacks-wearing poof-house cunt needs a personal introduction with my fucking arc-welder, then calmly, but firmly throttled. He always reminded me of a screaming gay-lord teacher we've all been taught by at secondary school and wanted to get the fuck away from. Too unwell (for unwell, see gay) to take up a position in the Merchant Navy during the war, the fucking lipstick-artist bastard minced about like a fucking pansy for repertory companies until he was touched up by some fucking Canadian theatre impresario/poof and became the bouffanted old wanker we love to hate. Drop dead, Parsons, you old queer. Cunt.

I hope you slipped the hand under her kilt as a thank you.

You got a Bonnie, Westie? I used to have a Trophy 650..same as a Bonnie, only with one carb. A real bloke's bike, not like these fucking homo rice rockets, or tasseled Harleys ridden by pony-tailed queers.

We could have wiped these scum-fucks out in one fell swoop, if we'd grown a pair of proper geezer-bollocks and nuked seven shades of cunt out of the extremist wankers with germ-tipped rockets out in the desert. Two Tornados, two flight paths and back home for a six-pack of Buds and a wank off the missus before tea. It's not fuckin rocket science.

It was reported that after he took two in the head, the felon said, "It's only a flesh-wound. Running away, eh? You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your fuckin' legs off". The knights who say "Ni" were cunts.

What a fucking penis. Of course, you could ask what kind of cunt owns a Kawasaki Ninja ZX, anyway. Fucking poof.

It's active virgins that got Rolf in deep shit. Don't these cunts read newspapers?

He looks like geordie bastard Tim Healey from that shit Benidorm..but with smaller tits. Needs fucked up with a length of scaffolding, then set on fire. Tried to paste picture, but I'm as useless as a nun's cunt at technology.

For all his faults..and they are legion, Galloway is highly intelligent, can debate extraordinarily effectively and does have some very pertinent views away from his hobby-horsing for cunts of Johnny Foreigner extraction. I personally find his political stance a tad quarrelsome and needlessly antagonistic, but I've studied his form on our looming independence and can't say I disagree with anything he's said about it. His raison d'être is to be aggressively combative in the face of equally bellicose opposition. What a pity he couldn't focus all his attention on what really matters to cunts.

It's a black day for the town-folk of St Louis.

Yeah. The bastards. I'd have shot the cunt as soon as he entered the shop.

Jesus fucking Fuck, Bronski. Those cunts in that video need educating with a fucking post-hammer and a dimpled pint tumbler. Don't you know it's probably illegal at your age to be "hanging out of cunts half your age"? Is your surname Clifford?

At the end of the day, I agree with Jacko.

Forty fucking two fedoras, he says, with a bonhomie-laden giggle. Why, that's just crazy talk. That boy's hat-bonkers! He da man! Oh no, hang on..He's a cunt.

You devious bastard, londo. You've painted my brief silver and superimposed Bronski's bariatric spack-chariot's number plate.

Yeah. I'm not that fussed about champagne, or lobster. Or picnics for that matter.

I had no idea he and Susannah Reid were an item.

I'm getting the dog to pull my nipple-clamps and getting my cassock sticky just thinking about it. Sounds very arty.

Bronski, whatever they say after you've spiked them with Rolfhypnol wouldn't stand up in court. They're probably well aware you have a certain Eau de Brie, herpes simplex and that the stubborn understains are the only things holding the stitching of your 100% rayon Y-fronts together.

I think I could afford be a bit more generous. One a decade, realistically, unless you start before the age of 10 is only about five cunts. I'd propose three or four a year to begin with, perhaps an extra couple in the winter for the dark nights and a sweetener of a gallon of unleaded if you manage three in under a week.