Rev

T'is indeed Ratso.

I'd fuck the piss out of the ginger sket if that's any help.

Fat cunts are too busy horsing down their Boneless Banquets to notice blokes bungee-ing down their uterus. They probably don't even feel us scraping out their Thrush with a saucepan. Cunts.

Fuck me. I actually remember writing this nom. Seagulls are still cunts. I hit one of the arseholes a month or so ago on the M77 on my way to work and noticed a still moving shape amidst a cloud of white feathers in the rear view mirror. I just took a sip of coffee, turned up the volume on my Spotify and congratulated myself. Rush - Jacob's Ladder, if you're wondering.

That ginger communist lesbian cunt Wee Burney McSturgeonson knows fine well that the majority of us Scots fucking hate her and her party of learning difficulty bastards. When I become emperor, I'll execute the head-nodding cunt by stringing her up by her dessicated testicles.

Ah yes. There was always a heady scent of Thrush around that cunt.

...or his mum.

Correct. ...along with every SNP MP/MSP bar two. Cunts.

He wasn't voted in by any cunt Judge. He's a list MSP, as are all six of the Scottish Green bastards. None of them are elected. The entire party only managed 13,000 votes across Scotland. Those who voted for them need drowned. I want them dead.

Why doesn't this fucking Lego-headed arse-butler take that other wretched shit-fisting cottager Owen Fucking Jones on an anti-homophobia tour of downtown Tehran amongst the latter's beloved fundamentalists? Let's see how that works out for the self-entitled cock-snorkeling bastards.

The cunt definitely tugs on something.

I agree with Jugs on this one. What a pile of unmitigated wank. Can I delicately suggest that the poster delete its account and shit off.

She could have given the £4k to me and I'd have done the right thing via the medium of dropping a paving slab on the cunt...then fucked the utter piss out of the owner to cheer the miserable fucking sow up. Two birds, one stone, courtesy of Reverend Coitus Solutions Inc.

Real blokes don't mind a bottle of HP occupying a space on their table. It is the condiment brand-leader of unequivocal heterosexuality. Cunts who use the Brasso'd hand-me-downs legacied to them by their departed urine-soaked nan are generally the type who advertise their adeptness in orally emptying the clackerbag of their gentleman callers.

To be fair, I'd have put that slack-jawed brindle cunt to sleep with a trenching shovel before it could crawl and fucked the paraurethral ducts out of it's owner as my Plan B. At least her fucking bedsheets will no longer be streaked with barely digested Chappie dog-shit and the piss-stains will fade from her couch. I wonder if it's too soon to ask if she's up for a bit of anal.

It is alas, the kind of emotional incontinence prevalent among the delicate and self-entitled generation of the walking waste. If some cunt riles me in front of any of my offspring, I reserve the right to educate them and Sparta-kick the bastard through the nearest plate glass window, or banjo the cunt under the front wheels of a black cab without any hesitation or forethought of hurting their fucking snowflake sensibilities. Those man-bun sporting homosexuals at Gillette can fuck off and drop dead.

If you listen to Bodies, just after Jonesey's intro and just before Cook's single drum beat, you can just about hear Sid's single bum note contribution to the album. He really was fucking useless.

I spoke to Degville once thinking he would be a complete prick. In person, he was quite a decent bloke...although his back catalogue defines him as a complete and utter cunt. James just needs to die. Any bloke who slipped Street-Porter a length should be set on fire.

I'd be reasonably happy if this twee, piss-soaked and pretentious wine-collecting arse-butler bastard dropped fucking dead on air; although he could redeem himself by kicking that sperm-swilling Willoughby cunt right up the fuck-lips before stabbing her in the fuckin teeth.

They've recently teamed up with Billý Idol and that Tony James cunt who I once slapped the shit out of to form Generation Sex. I'd go to see 'em for Jonesy...and hopefully to smash a dimpled pint tumbler in the James cunt's neck.

Me too ratso. Those halcyon days of furious and malevolent cunting have now passed. Old-time cunters like Flinty and Blanco won't have access to the internet from their Cat AAA cells. You, me and good old Jugs seem to be the only remnants of that delightfully fucking appalling era.

Kill him.

She most likely has a fanny like a yeti's welly by now. Her successive kids must have to abseil down the cunt's uterus.

I'm up for that shit. Just send me your odds on favourites and I'll have their fucking thumbs off with secateurs, drown them in a bucket of cold dog sick and set them on fire...for a small fee. All terms and conditions apply.

I suspect she's a cock-hungry she-baboon waiting for some other cunt to sweep her up out of Davros' good arm, while she spends his DLA on anal beads and catheters. Let's be honest, it's not like he's going to be sweating and grunting over her, pounding away at her hamster any time soon.