Rev

I can’t drink any of that fucking Yank piss. Budweiser, Coors, Pabst, Miller...they’re specifically designed to be drunk by raving homos. Fuck off and drop dead.

If he’s struggling with mental health issues, the comedy-foreheaded Northern cunt shouldn’t knock back a few vodkas then get behind the wheel of a fucking car. Would these bastard snowflakes be quite so forgiving if it was discovered that Jimmy Savile had mental health issues? Fuck off.

I've never heard of the cunt. From what I've read about the flabby bastard thus far in the thread, she needs her bollocks amputated with a paving slab. Then she can fuck off and drop dead.

Is it just me, or could the homeless problem not be actually solved relatively simply by summarily executing the piss-soaked cunts?

To be fair, all of the cunts in Little Mix are fuck-ugly sows. Although Blubberella with the leg tattoo probably has a cunt like a ripped out fireplace, she's still the only one I could be coerced into emptying my clackerbag into. The rest can fuck off and drop dead.

Has this slap-headed cunt’s voice broken yet? In his acid-washed denim warbling days, he sounded like Calimero with his fucking jacobs in a vice. He should be humanely subdued with a post hammer. I want him dead.

I couldn’t be persuaded to fuck either of the talent-resistant fuck-ugly lesbian cunts. Having two self-congratulatory unwashed femtards scissoring each other’s curtains into a froth via the medium of song is a fucking strange way to sell banking. They can fuck off and drop dead.

I did, Gypo.

No, I didn’t.

What’s not to like?

Yeah, I quite liked The Fall too, Gypo.Didnt he sing half his last tour from the dressing room of the venues because he couldn’t be fucking arsed getting on stage?

Football’s for fucking poofs. This Barnes cunt can fuck off and drop dead.

Caroline Flint. The only reason I Tweet the cunt is because I'd quite like to fuck her.

This shrivelled and bollock-eyed libtard cunt blocked me on Twitter when I asked when she was going to make good on her promise of eating a goat live on tv. She needs her extremities cut off with a pair of secateurs and educated with a 16 oz ball-peen hammer...then set on fire. Her father’s a fucking bellend shit-gibbon too. I want them dead.

This cunt mother should be set on fire. The fact that she thinks it appropriate to sue because she can’t fucking hear at an event that is 50% audio is like some cunt with a pilot licence suing easyJet because he’s fucking blind. I want her dead.

Oooo...I dunno. It wouldn't take much more than a Kit-Kat and a bag of Cheese and Onion crisps to persuade me to fuck the piss out of her. Obviously, I'd have zip-tied a freezer bag round her neck half an hour before penetration.

Fuck me. This'll be the first thing we've agreed on in six years. I want them dead.

I'm fucking over the moon. I've never liked this cunt and have wilfully avoided any films the prick has ever appeared in. I just knew instinctively there was something about him that was wrong, other than being a screaming arse-butler. Hopefully the bastard will take his own life in the near future; preferably self-immolation on camera. i want him dead.

It's true, I eat the odd curry, not so sure about the fucking prawns, Mr B. Everything out of the sea is a bit gay and ordered in boutique bistros by outright puddle-drinking Commie hipster sausagers sporting Che Guevara T-shits and shit-ugly flat-chested beatnik pink-haired leftie cunt-beard feminists with names like Crispin and Jacinta. It has also been medically proven that there's a link between very hot curries and screaming homosexuality/dog-wanking and that a traditional full breakfast is a measure of a proper bloke's geezerdom. I of course, eat the latter and utterly forbid Eastern food poofery at Rev Towers.

I'm a jock cunt, but I'm glad that fucking IRA-supporting plastic Paddy pikey ginger cunt-stick took a kicking. I couldn't give a flying shit if they're from Scotland or any place else. I want them all dead.

Exactly what kind of red-blooded bloke could even contemplate filling this fucking shapeless aisle-blocker up with his man-diesel? It's the kind of benefits-dependent blubbernaught that gets reported in the red-tops for being found fucking a lame horse, while stuffing double-fried chips up her sweaty, mustard-crusted arse.

I'm sorry, but let's not cunt around the shrubbery...this crusty old cockernee slap-headed cock-snorkeler needs put to sleep with a fucking trenching shovel, unless that poof on the judge's bench wants to fuck his crusty old cankered colon to kingdom fuck. I want him dead.

He reputedly shagged her at one point too, Eric. He was one of the hardest fuckers Hitler had at his disposal...rescued Mussolini under impossible circumstances and threatened his two post-war Mossad recruiters with instant execution before they came clean and begged him to work for them.

I've heard that this emaciated hawk-nosed cunt's cock is slightly larger.

I certainly do. That myopic, voice-not-yet-broken ginger cunt-stick needs his extremities turned into fucking hamburger courtesy of a commercial tyre lever, before being skinned and peeled, then drowned in a bucket of cold dog-sick.