Decimus
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Oh dear. I think you need to put your dick back in your union jack pants and read the article again.
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The only thing I can believe out of all of this nonsense is that you're from Manchester. You display all the hallmarks of a thick as fuck, barely educated, northern racist wanker. Only a classless pauper cunt with rickets thinks that living in the Cotswolds is impressive or something to aspire to. Instead of staring out of the pig-skin window of your back-to-back hovel and daydreaming about chinky wives and Ferraris, why don't you go out and get yourself a proper fucking job? You shelf stacking night-shift wanker.
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What a vile looking cunt. The bastard love child of Paddy Pantsdown and Donald Trump, awful hair and a permanent cum-face rictus. Regardless, I'm a fan as he's caused that bra-burning, fat fucking pig Jess Phillips to meltdown in her Guardian column. Why is it always the absolute foulest of beasts who protest about the objectification of women? I can't imagine anyone ever wanting to stick a camera up Phillips' voluminous skirts, and even if they did, I doubt they'd get a view of anything hidden above her ulcerous, fat chafing thighs.
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Great goal from Aguero.
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You know the score. Any mention of Stubby that directly references stones, pebbles, rocks, rubble or BSc dissertations, should immediately be 'liked'. Your feedback was against the spirit of our concordat and unnecessarily cruel.
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As Roops has pointed out, the marshwiggle-legged poofter does display rare instances of "stealth wealth" in his attire. However, spending your entire year's worth of entitlement to DLA on one pair of leopardskin canvas shoes doesn't make you a fashionista, but it does indicate that you are a vainglorious fucking queer. @Frank you're bent as fuck.
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I'm not sure what the fuck you think you're playing at, but turning up on this thread without my explicit permission isn't going to fly. You're getting no likes for this, by order of the Cliquey fucking Blinders. Consider yourself ironed.
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Hmmm. Ordinarily I'd automatically assume it was because she was a humourless fucking bore. But after shadowgate, I'm guessing that the energy she expended on justifying her dangling Joey pouch means that she's now invested in retaining a monopoly on any sort of tampon-based chicanery.
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That doesn't surprise me. I'll never forgive that effeminate cod lipped cunt for ruining the Mr Brightside video.
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I think it would have been incredibly close if it ever did happen. Personally I'd go for Bruce Lee based on his phenomenal speed but only at his upper weight limit. Fighting at 130 pounds I can't see him being in with a chance, but with a ten pound weight deficit I think his speed would have been enough to have seen him through. I've not heard the Chris Penn thing before, he wasn't someone I'd ever have assumed was a bit handy. Let's just hope he gave his insufferable cunt of a brother a good fucking hiding whilst he was still on this mortal coil.
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Here's a question for you, Eric: Both in their physical prime, who would have triumphed in a street fight out of Norris and Lee? Most people automatically assume BL, but seem to forget Norris had a professional pedigree and history as opposed to Lee who mostly taught and acted. What you saying?
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Niggsby.
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I can't remember the last time I laughed out loud whilst reading something on here, but this has got me chuckling like an idiot. Credit to Neil as well, without his utterly fucking awful nomination it wouldn't have happened.
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Queer eye for the straight guy. Fuck off.
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Allow me to contribute to your rambling bollocks as a primary source. We can add the above to the ever growing list of things that you know fuck all about. I'm in local government, and I've never heard of this Wintertide bollocks until you decided to log on pissed out of your face this morning after a gruelling night-shift of scratching your arse at Farmfoods. Show me some evidence or shut the fuck up with your incessant whingeing.
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If repeated blows to the head result in Parkinson's disease, imagine the state of his battered arsehole. I'd guess that it's constantly shaking like a tin hut situated on the San Andreas fault line.
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I imagine that 150,000 of the duskier ones are shipped in to further widen Punkape's arsehole, whilst the remainder are imported to keep you in kebabs and chicken nuggets, you vile fat cunt.
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I just wish that Frank would make a dignified exit, instead of futilely hanging on and slowly fading before our eyes. Like a punch-drunk journeyman boxer, he keeps on staggering out of his corner for one last hurrah, vainly seeking the adoration of the crowd. Swaying around and wildly throwing out punchlines that even the most base of posters can see coming a week before he types them, he's a shambolic parody of his former self. @Frank, you are utter fucking dogshit.
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He was a cunt of the highest order. Imagine if you will, page upon page of endless discourse between himself and Frank, swapping the latest sartorial gossip on faggot jeans and deck shoes, punctuated with contrived stories of massive alcohol consumption. If that wasn't bad enough, he was Scottish.
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Oi, Ratto. All these years of plotting against the Chosen People and you have yet to come up with a decent catchphrase. @Eric Cuntman has dipped his hand in the subject for five minutes and has trademarked the brilliant "Hoaxocaust". I'm afraid that my days of apprenticing for you in the dark arts are over, I've a new master now.
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Indeed, on the scale of hypocrisy, he's right up there with those other multi-millionaire wankers, Geldof and Bono. Pockets deep enough to genuinely help alleviate poverty, but instead they spend the majority of their collective time shaking down every other cunt instead.
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I'm going through my Lear phase.
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Was it really the phone that aroused his suspicion? Or was it the fact that your gusset smelled like you'd surreptitiously stashed half the shop's Captain Birdseye stock inside your knickers. Lol.
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I'm the best one on here, kill yourself, pile of shit etc etc ad nauseum.
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Stubby, I can imagine that your life is eerily similar to the plot of Castaway. One day ten years ago, the stabilisers fell off of your Thomas the Tank Engine bicycle, leaving you stranded on a south coast beach as your spastic little legs weren't built for walking. To keep yourself sane, you named your favourite fondling-rock Wilson, and immediately entered into a pseudo-homosexual relationship with it. After five years, even this totally inanimate faggot-rock grew tired of your constant fucking banging on about writing fictional scientific papers. Rather than face an eternity of listening to you ineffectually quoting your magnificent octopus, he decided to end it all by slowly rolling into the sea.
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