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We're assuming that R-Soles had even the basics of a rudimentary education. All the evidence suggests that he left school at seven and spent his formative years writing Spot the Dog fan fiction on an etch-a-sketch. He's turned his back on the canine species now, but it doesn't change the fact that he regularly wanked off over reruns of The Littlest Hobo.

I'd wager that R-Soles was the token fat kid at his school, endlessly humiliated by a sadistic PE teacher who made him play netball with the girls. The kind of spastic who was forced to use plastic scissors and had his Turkey Dinosaurs cut up for him at lunchtime by the dinner lady.

Your staid shit is ruining the naturally flowing back and forth between Frank and I. The masses need entertaining and three's a crowd. Fuck off.

Well, well, well, one sniff of animal pornography and @Quincy Cockfingers has logged in for the first time in months. Woof.

Considering that wogs begin at Calais, it really is the pot calling the kettle black. Jazz is due back today. What's the plan?

I can almost hear your tiny todger groaning at the constraints of your piss stained y-fronts from here. I'd wager you'd like to be prostrated underneath Jamal as he rips Tommy's arsehole to shreds, your fat, spasticated tongue flapping about ready to catch flecks of shit and hot, steaming cum. You degenerate cunt.

You can't make a goose internally bleed with a two inch maggot. Fuck off.

Proper has got all the technical expertise of a pensioner attempting to access the internet at their local library. I can imagine him getting into action last night. Booting up his flashing whizz-bang machine, smoke billowing around his 50 inch waist like he's just walked out of the doors on Stars in Their Eyes. Frantically trying to hit the delete button as his machine repeatedly replicates the chimes of the spaceship in Close Encounters of the Third Kind. What a cunt.

Proper's IP locator can locate you anywhere within time and space, providing he can see you through his window.

I imagine that Withers is one of those infuriating ex-pats who tries to be more French than the French. Turning up to the boules and refusing to communicate unless it's through the medium of mime artistry whilst repeatedly spitting on the floor. Shrugging his tiny fucking shoulders nonchalantly until the remains of his chemo-ravaged hair falls out and utterly ruins whatever greasy fucking shit his froggy mates have brought for the half-time lunch break. I fucking hate him.

You're going to give Jazz a chubby.

Another bank holiday another corner classic. Bill, I take it all back. I never thought it would be humanly possible for someone to induce Jazz to a bigger meltdown than his 2016 shenanigans, but somehow you've done it. Fucking turbo.

Fucking hell.

Breathy, unpunctuated, absolute fucking shit. Despite the fact that you are attempting to make some sort of statement, the only point that you're making here is that you're an absolute fucking idiot. About as revelatory as Frank declaring that he enjoys wearing a five year old girl's jeans.

I'm not sure how Brexit could ever solve the alleged Islam problem. Muslims present in this country are mainly a legacy of the empire and the majority are from commonwealth countries. The last time I checked, the EU didn't force us to accept hundreds of thousands of Pakistanis and Bangladeshis into the country, our own government gave them the right to settle. Free movement within the EU has absolutely nothing to do with the British Muslim population, and it depresses me that people may have voted for us to leave based upon an alleged problem that was a result of our own government, not Brussels. Frankly, some of the rhetoric on this thread fucking astounds me. The next time you vote, people, at least have the decency to make a decision based upon facts. Islam in the UK has got fuck all to do with EU immigration policy. Jesus fucking Christ.

To be honest, I'm a little bit hurt that I was left for an entire month to run the show on my own. I was clearly struggling, and I'm amazed that I managed to keep my like to post ratio below 1.22. Anyway, get fucked, I'm logging out and won't be returning until you beg for it.

If you listened to Trump, the NHS will end up paying considerably more for its drugs than it currently does. He has outright said that he will put American pressure to bear on countries with socialist healthcare systems in order to raise the price of medication. His exact words were: "On the foreign side, we need to, through our trade negotiations and agreements, pressure them so we pay less they pay more. It shouldn't be a one way ratchet. The reason why they are getting better net prices than we get is their socialised systems". Open your eyes, Europe isn't the enemy. If you love your country so such stop lionizing Trump, because when he says "America First" he isn't fucking around. At least as part of the EU trade bloc we had protection in numbers, and could fight back against such threats with confidence. Do you honestly believe Britain alone will be anything other than America's bitch? We'll be begging Washington for trade deals and will sell the NHS down the river in a heartbeat for the privilege.

It's his personal history that went against him, and if it was someone unknown filming such as you or I, the police would not have batted an eyelid. Whether that's right or wrong, Robinson has a history of inciting hatred and stirring up shit, and the police had every right to remove him from the scene to prevent a disturbance of the peace. He was live streaming outside the court, and it only takes a couple of pissed up idiots to respond to his rhetoric by turning up outside the trial before the police have some serious trouble on their hands. It's a delicate balance between protecting free speech and preventing civil unrest, but in this instance I think that the police got it spot on.

Say's the man who has cried every day since watching Fly Away Home.

Get the fuck off of this thread, worm, you have nothing to add but the usual worn out shite. Whilst I'm here it would be indecent of me not to point out that Tommy Robinson is a knuckle-dragging, uneducated, hate-filled bigot. As Bill has said, that doesn't automatically mean that I've got any sympathy for child molesters, regardless of their hue and creed. Robinson is a shit stirring little cunt, desperate to wind up the simple-minded into a state of apoplexy so he can achieve his utterly racist political goals. I don't doubt that he is loving the martyrdom that his arrest has given him, and he will fully milk it once he's out. That means months of tedium where every racist pub bore across the country will be banging on about freedom of speech until October, whilst loudly qualifying their rants with outbursts of "I'm not a racist, but..."

What's all this Tommy Robinson business about? I fancy getting stuck in, but Proper is like a dog with two dicks when it comes to CGAS and the EDL.

A disturbingly detailed and vivid image. One that could only have been dreamt up by someone with an arsehole so tattered and stretched it exists across two timezones.

Never mind all this Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons shit. According to a report by Health Foundation and the Institute for Fiscal Studies in association with the NHS, every household in the country will need to kick up an extra 2k a year in tax in order to keep the NHS running at its current level. Which in reality means we need to double that, as at its current level it resembles the sort of service provided by a village wise woman for the cost of a manky cow and a few magic beans. So much for the Boris bus and the extra £350 million a week we will be getting once every Polski food shop in Britain has been closed and replaced with social housing for native born, feckless scum. Brexit means Brexit. Lolololol.

Any and all criticism of Weinstein is antisemitic. That he raped and sexually abused hundreds of women is neither here nor there. God bless Mel Gibson.

No, because you're watching TNG, unlike that little floor-scrubbing faggot Roadkill who prefers the dulcet tones of Captain Lenny Henry on DS9.