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You're a few hours too late, Wolf. He'll be more pissed than Sidney Poitier's mattress by now. Bump the thread again at about 6am tomorrow when he's on the shake-shifters.

I'm sure Rev will stick to his usual moral code and point out, very politely, that whilst she is moderately attractive, he is otherwise entwined with another lady to whom he is completely devoted, and wouldn't dare step outside of the bounds of matrimony with this particular female.

Something tells me Simon Armitage could be cancelled after this one.

Would you like to suck my dick, Parabolic Cunting?

This bogtrotting belmer is about as funny as cot death, and would get kicked out of the Mos Eisley cantina for being an ugly cunt. I hope he flatlines whilst riding his gay little bike and someone finishes him off with his fucking keyboard. Infuriatingly talentless wanker.

There's many who reckon Dale Winton was a poof as well. The dirty bastard took that to the grave with him.

Sometimes, the internet just delivers...

I'm not up to scratch on my David Icke, but I think he actually might be.

I must admit, I did think I had enough of one to not require life-coaching from a trainspotting hermaphrodite. Believe it or not, I'm using the site for its intended purpose: cunting things, not a strange scrapbook of pointless diatribes and retarded non sequiturs. It'd be a bit shit if I just insulted people/things I did like, wouldn't it? You mad cunt.

This gawking hay-eating cunt can fuck right off, and take that squeaking talent-repellent spastic with her. Christ knows how she ever ended up on TV, let alone managing anything other than being whacked on the head to punch tickets with. That Swash cunt should be, at his very best, a scarecrow. The only thing I'd like to see this pair of fucking idiots on, other than a ketamine overdose, is "The Great British Chainsaw and Flamethrower Frenzy". If only those useless cunts at Channel 4 would answer my e-mails.

I've always assumed this cunt was a raving chutter anyway. Not only does that spice "girl" of his resemble a masculine Cliff Richard, but throughout his stint in modelling boxer shorts, he'd always insist on wearing the dick-hole at the back.

Just what you'd need at the peak of an anxiety attack from being shelled to fuck, some shekel-hoarding cunt tapdancing away with a shit eating grin on his face. I'd have lobbed one up his sister in her heyday, but this foreskin-fearing bastard gave me the creeps; and a fucking headache.

On the subject of both Tottenham and poetry, I present to you this ode to indignation. https://www.thetottenhamindependent.co.uk/news/19639676.tottenham-17-year-old-wins-foyle-young-poets-award/ I offer a screenshot of the ads beneath the article/poem without comment.

Amicus meus, inimicus inimici mei.

I wonder how much chutting will be in this bastardisation of Tolkien's work? Plenty if this disgruntled unfunny whale-fucker has anything to do with it. WARNING: Contains Lenny Henry. Sorry Decs. https://www.nme.com/news/tv/the-lord-of-the-rings-star-lenny-henry-promises-more-diversity-in-tv-series-3069934

The other 80% of the gig would consist of watching the leathery old cunts trying to get back up again.

It's purely to get a reaction and stir shit up, for want of a better expression. The cunts could quite easily come up with a brand new superhero, who goes into a public toilet to change into a spunk-encrusted leotard, makes all the bad guys HIV positive, and defeats his straight, white nemesis by farting a giant used condom over him; but they won't. Because sane people will rightly call it out as an absolute shower of shit whilst it fades into obscurity, except perhaps among the poofs and trannies. What they do instead is hijack current popular characters, and completely retcon a new race or arsebanditry into their backstory hoping it will find a new audience among chutters and indignant minorities, and boil the piss of the old fans of said franchise. This practically guarantees a pushback from ordinary folk, and therefore enforces the need for "awareness" and "societal changes." As you rightly said, it's best to just fuck the whole lot off and let them have it. At the risk of sounding like a morgue-cheater, 90% of new TV programmes and films are utter fucking wank anyway, whether they're as gay as a scented candle or not.

I thought it was her at first too Decs, but it's some munting old "DJ" who thinks she can take a few years off her age by abbreviating her surname to an initial. This makes her claim even less likely than I originally thought, as she's as rough as a junkie's carpet. The only thing I'd expose to her is an industrial belt sander.

I'm with Scotters; I'd have backscuttled it back yonder. I didn't have laminated posters of her or anything, but any port in a storm. Nowadays it'd be like rooting around for a dropped quid in a bucket of swarfega.

For a second, I assumed this was to do with it being Black History Month.

If they set light to a sex doll's face and fill its fanny full of haribo, he won't notice fuck all difference anyway. They could leave a device around that alternates shouts of "Harvey, please don't eat/punch/fuck that!" every five minutes, for good measure.

The gormless cunt looks like someone drew a face on their cock, then pulled their foreskin up over a rubix cube. What a complete and utter fucking spastic.

What fucks me off most of all is that without any kind of intervention, this dream-catching peace pipe-puffing cunt would have just his voice echoing out into the yonder. With the media diving onto it like tumescent vultures, he'll have an army of indignant do-gooding twitter wankers all fighting his corner with faux outrage, and will no doubt get his way. Not that I give much of a fuck what happens in Blackpool of all places, anyway. Dances with Dicks can pack up his wigwam and fuck off somewhere else, regardless. How's that for a caricature you feather-donned fuckwit?

Be sure to CC me in when you finally get round to finishing your manifesto, Baws. The crumbs you've been dropping so far sound right up my street.

What's blue and full of haribos? Kevin Webster's overalls.