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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.

I'm not so sure about this. If that Nazarene sandal-tramp prick was still kicking about today, he'd be seen as a self-contradictory Commie bastard who also advocated for gender-fluid snowflake cunts and had Diane Abbott on speed-dial. There's fuck all wrong with STDs in any case. It's a gentleman's rite of passage.

I've clearly upset a few homosexuals who are predisposed to epicene falsetto and white lycra bell-bottomed disco pants. Is anyone needing a special cuddle?

I'm not sure klefto. I mean the only one of the cunts still breathing. I want him dead.

You're old. You're crap. Now fuck off and drop dead.

I'm not entirely sure why football is referenced in this thread. It's not a bona fide cunt's game. It is unfortunately, a pastime singularly adopted by screaming absolute fucking homosexuals and followed by fat homosexuals and cross-dressers. Newbies should of course be systematically eviscerated, if only to test their mettle and worthiness to be considered for membership in this much revered hall of appalling and dysfunctional bastards. The quality-resistant hopefuls can fuck off and drop dead. Can some cunt gift-wrap a naked and oiled @Mrs Roopsfor my Christmas, while I contemplate my next wank?

Got a prostate? You're a fucking bloke in a frock. Not got a prostate? You're an aesthetically unpleasing woman with a penchant for short hair, Dr Martens, Fred Perry tops and probably had a moustache anyway. Here endeth the lesson. It's time these snowflakes fucked off and dropped dead. Cunts.

Canesten helps with lubrication and gets rid of the disagreeable odour of well established Thrush in one fell swoop. Failing that; there are plenty of other hookers to settle down for the night with.

Come the Zombie Apocalypse, I plan to requisition Esther McVey and barricade ourselves into my fully-stocked local Sainsbury's. Obviously, I'll hold a surgeon at gun-point to perform an emergency hysterectomy first, as I have no interest in playing any part in the survival of the human race. I just want to fuck the piss out of her. By a stroke of good fortune, I'm also a fairly shite guitarist. Win/win.

I was more of a Jamie and his Magic Torch cunt myself, although I'd have probably fucked Fenella the Kettle Witch. I always set the bar very low.

Alas, those cunts at Hodder & Stoughton have already rejected my Noddy Goes Dogging trilogy. I'm beside myself with grief...or something.

Is she still up for a bit of anal? The bonus being, I won't need to scrape the remnants of yesterday's lasagne from my frenulum.

Football is a game overrun with rampant homosexuality. It is after all, a game for, (and played by) utter fucking poofs. What kind of cunt pays to see mincing pretty boys kicking a pig's piss-bag for 90 minutes before they pass round the fisting butter in the changing rooms? Fucking sausagers and scat-queens. I want them all dead.

I'd probably still fist the dolphin-nosed talent-vacuum cunt. Hope this helps.

Crumpets and semolina-dusted muffins are singularly the victuals of Alpha Males. Decorum and etiquette dictate that slack-arsed poofs who favour less masculine provender are cunt-lipped non gender-specific arse-butlers with a predilection for a good throat-fucking off cross-dressing hipsters and likely manipulate their prostate while masturbating furiously over pictures of Nicola Sturgeon's cock. They can fuck off and drop dead.

The only thing possibly more irritating than these screaming homosexual bastards poncing about on their fucking pastel-coloured mopeds, is fat chain-smoking employment-resistant cunts on customised twin-seated dole chariots. On a positive note, any cunt can catch up with them and reward them with a richly deserved glassing. I want them dead.

I have a penchant for dark-skinned ladies, but not this fucking bugger-lugged crew-cut sea-donkey cunt. She looks like the Scottish Cup dipped in gravy. She can drop dead.

I see a few of these shit-lipped brony motherfuckers slouching their way to college from my work, where they no doubt take a course in weaving their eighth gender partner a roll-neck sweater out of their delicately plucked arse-hairs, before weather-proofing it with their own piss. It's about fucking time some cunt pushed an Act through parliament to the effect that these Thrush-soaked molluscs can be cleansed with fire, before the whole UK is overtaken by this utter fucking poofery..

I fell asleep about fifteen minutes into Deadpool. What a load of unmitigated shite it was. Ryan Reynolds is a dreary fuck-trumpet and I want him dead.

Shower of pastel-haired, gender-fluid, spoilt leftie cunt-beards should be turned into blancmange with a fucking tyre lever. I want them dead. Cunts.

Exactly the same, ratters...just without the attendant Thrush.

Never heard of the cunt. Sounds like fast-food eaten in a shithouse. He can fuck off and drop dead.

She may have eyes facing quarter to three and I'm not entirely sure she has the mouth for teabagging. In fact, she kind of reminds me of that fucking appalling sow Kim Woodburn, but I'd still douse her in ball-chutney. Probably.

I have a vague idea of the Cox cunt's acting ability, however, as a person, he is an outright politically naive fucking wanker and an SNP bastard ignoramus. He/they claim to be the voice of all of us Scottish cunts. They're not. In fact, they are haemorrhaging donations and support faster than Fred West could dig a fucking hole and the support base is dwindling down to the unemployable/pharmaceutical-dependent/self-entitlement shower of shit that will never pay tax that they started out with. They are fucking bastards. I hope that sanctimonious pot-bellied ginger Commie lesbian at their helm drops dead, along with her "beard" husband. Combined, their salaries are in excess of £300k per annum...how remarkably socialist of them. Last week the cunt said "We are ready for any chemical attack". What the two bob cunt actually meant was that she's ready to accept help from any UK agency in that event. She and her shit-cunt government weren't even ready for two inches of snow the week before and the country came to a fucking standstill. Fuck off Cox, you pock-marked shithouse.

I’m pretty sure John Lydon gave a radio interview in ‘77-78 where he said pretty much the same thing. It never aired, but I think it’s on YouTube somewhere.