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To be fair, that photo works in the fat fucker's favour that he's not taking as much up there as usual.

What happens if you make shandy with coke instead of lemonade? Also, what the fuck happened to Gloria Estefan? I used to wank my knackers flat to her as a teenlad.

If you watch Gogglebox, you're thrice the cunt that the people who are on and behind it are. Watching people watching telly. Fuck me gamboling, whatever next. I'd rather watch Keith eat. Just out of curiosity to be honest.

I'm actually with you Bill, I thought it was the cunt that fell off a roof trying to sort the aerial out ages ago. Far too many people who put their fists up birds' arses for a living if you ask me. Well, not anymore like...

Janice Dickinson.

Jackie Stallone could fall into this category. Not to mention the "Faces that look like they've been reversed over by a 7½ ton lorry, then sandblasted" category too, should there be one.

Leslie cunting Ash, indeed. I’d have lobbed one up her during her Men Behaving Badly years. Nowadays she looks like a trout cosplaying as the fucking Joker.

​I bet he supports Burnley after all, the bumbling moronic fuckwitted cod piece.

Bloody hell Keith, have you lost weight?

​I'm getting mixed signals here Dec. Do you like the place or not?

​Perhaps try baseball instead. The food at their games may explain some of the fans' rather well upholstered physiques. The bacon on a stick looks particularly delectable. Tuck in Brony. Mind your fingers.... http://www.esquire.com/food-drink/recipes/a34156/best-mlb-stadium-eats/?src=nl&mag=esq&list=nl_enl_news&date=04081

​This is too specific to not be based on actual events.

My younger brother had a Skoda Fabia about five years ago. I had a couple of quick drives in it, and although there are glaciers that accelerate quicker, I found it a pretty good drive overall. They've not done too bad for a name that just over a decade ago was still in the same league as Lada.

I bet Parker isn't an insidious cock nosed old kiddy-fiddler now either. Fucking travesty.

Funny how the fat cunt was spotted with one of their bags days after spouting this torrent of shite. Regardless, I don't need some salad fearing uphill gardener telling me what not to buy; even if I did fancy masquerading as a poo pusher in those over-hyped poofrags. Stick to what you're good at, singing at funerals and botting you fucking landwhale.

I had arranged to meet a mate last night for a pint, but we both decided to fuck it off until tonight to avoid the clusterfuck of absolute cunt burps, stumbling around pissed as a fart after two pints of Guinness, going on about how their great great great grandfather was half Irish or some bullshit. Fuck off you cancerous pricks and get ran the fuck over.

All I know is that I awoke to an absolute cuntstorm of e-mails notifying me of every single post that's happened since the revamp, and I sure as shit didn't sign up for any. EDIT: Nevermind, I'm pretty sure it's because I was following pretty much every fucker on here (on the site, not offline don't worry). I think it's set to e-mail you of any posts by default.

I might send them a picture of me watching this fucking wank, then.

Spot, your language is atrocious.

I thought we were discussing its visibility through clothing. If it's just names for the cock socket we're sharing, then this will have more fucking pages than the word association thread by midnight, especially if I end up having a glass of wine with dinner.

It would appear the cunt steals too. My adopted nephew Jorge has been missing for weeks.

Everyone else had used up all the ones I knew so I had to go for the yank angle. Which sounds like a euphemism in itself, really.