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Fucking wetard. About as funny as testicular cancer.

For all intensive purposes I think you are wrong. In an age where false morals are a diamond dozen, true virtues are a blessing in the skies. We often put our false morality on a petal stool like a bunch of pre-Madonnas, but you all seem to be taking something very valuable for granite. So I ask of you to mustard up all the strength you can because it is a doggy dog world out there. Although there is some merit to what you are saying it seems like you have a huge ship on your shoulder. Even though you are having a feel day with this I am here to bring you back into reality. I have a sick sense when it comes to these types of things. It is almost spooky, because I cannot turn a blonde eye to these glaring flaws in your rhetoric. I have zero taller ants when it comes to people spouting out hate in the name of moral righteousness. You just need to remember what comes around is all around, and when supply and command fails you will be the first to go.

Are bets being placed on which one Frank might pick for you? In regards to the "pacific" thing, that, along with "probley", immediately invites my ignorance and applies it to anything said after.

Much better title Spotto, nice one!

Elbow faced teracunt. There's very few people that grind my gears as much as this fucktard, which is why I'm grateful he's having less and less airtime. As a sympathetic gesture to his piteous inadequacy as a presenter, they could give him a farewell gig on "Hunted Cunt". The host is drenched in zebra piss and dropped in the middle of a Kenyan plain, where the local predators (lions, leopards, hyenas, etc) have been purposely starved of prey for several days. I can't see it being a very long show, but fuck me it will be entertaining, and perhaps there's hopes that this (as it stands, fictional) show's pilot may spark interest and therefore a full series of other cunts being hunted. Just a thought, and TV is shit at the minute anyway.

Some of this ISIS shit sounds like it could've been on Brasseye. Fucking unreal.

Whoever's team I'm on, I want Keith in goal. You couldn't slide a rizla between him and the goalposts let alone a human fucking head. Just as long as we don't play in a field with any ponies nearby.

Limited edition to sell a few million copies.

Perhaps the ISIS militant cunts overheard them shouting "COME ON MY SON!" and assumed they were glorifying Catholicism?

He may be feeling left out due to his incapacity for human attraction, so I have found something that may raise Keith's spirits, and undoubtedly his miniscule penis. http://www.horse-news.net/2015/01/china-begins-mass-producing-inflatable.html

Sounds like a game show they'd have on ITV3 or Channel 5 these days.

Jesus H Fucking Christ. I appreciate the warning but morbid fascination got the better of me. I'd have done anything to ride her years back. The only way I'd ride her now is into battle.

Did they have bingo back then?

Fuck me, that's a blast from the past. I used to throw myself around the house by my own cock to her pics as a teenlad.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you filthy little tykes are being quite bawdy here.

I bet he'll be more gutted that they didn't do a send-off 'scratch 'n' sniff' edition.

When you hear things being put down harder than they should be, you know she's dropping clots.

I don't buy this Murdoch shite, but isn't this is as British as drinking tea and fucking whining? If you don't want to see tits, don't look at page 3 of the Sun, likewise if you don't want to get your tits out, don't model for page 3 of the Sun. That should be problem solved, shouldn't it? I think they're suddenly expecting a new wave of cunt builders, drinking their tea with fifteen sugars in, all discussing the pros and cons of another government coalition rather than ogling at some girl's swingers.

Snowmen too. You couldn't make this shit up... http://www.reuters.com/article/2015/01/12/us-odd-saudi-snow-idUSKBN0KL15N20150112

I hope the pint-sized twat flips another car, hopefully this time it's a convertible with the top down and a seatbelt malfunction, built by a bunch of fucking dullards who somehow got the airbag mixed up with one of those comedy boxing gloves on a spring.

Has it happened again then? I remember the cunts doing this over a year ago.

I personally liked her voice. She certainly channelled some of the greater soul singers, in vocals as they were back then, but in body how they probably were in their coffins at the time.

I still consider myself relatively new here and even I know that it's kind of tradition at this point. It's like a rite of passage.

Being famous for a catchphrase is a prerequisite for any odious gameshow host cuntbreed, but being famous for a terrible one of a shit character from a fuck-awful soap surely elevates this ubertwat into the cunt Hall of Infamy. They should do a TV show where, every week, they give him a fuck load of LSD, and perform root canal treatment on him whilst he's in a clockwork orange styled eye-vice watching reruns of Family Fortunes; all the while, a bag of red ants gets emptied onto his head every 5 minutes, a cactus is pushed into his ring piece every ten minutes, and he is wearing headphones that pipe the voices of his family saying how worthless he is. The only drink he is allowed is his own tears. I'd watch him then I reckon.