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Warbling banshee who's been shot over more times than Baghdad. Twinned with Miss Piggy. Rot, you vile cunt.

Thought I saw Alan Partridge at first and was about to lose it.

They still are if you count the ones in the tubs of celebrations.

Hopefully news will come soon of that extending out to vocal duties.

Now then, now then.

Your Dad's is bigger.

Robbie Williams survives wreckage.

"It's penis cancer, madam" would be a bit of a fucking stinger too I reckon!

The barrel has gone.

New Miranda series announced.

Do you live in Middle Earth?

Any chance of a butchers at this screenplay? It sounds right up my boulevard, if you will.

Didn't these used to go to long-serving hard workers? The only thing this salad-dodging cunt has worked hard at is his dinner.

Cue Londonm letting us know that you can't get them in his area. Shallots in the finest balsamic or bust, I imagine.

Once again, it seems the measure of the man is his tendency to spend needlessly. iPhones are a rather fitting microcosm of the London properties you seem to be at liberty to mention in every other fucking post, be it on topic or not. Overpriced, overrated, and owned by gullible fucking retards. They are walled-garden shite for people who need to be dictated what they can and can't use, lest they install something that hasn't been given the nod by some useless teenage tosspiece with a degree in arse licking.

I can't bollock the wife for watching shit soaps then come on here to witness this fucking mess, it makes me feel like a hypocrite. I'm seeing more drama than she is for fucks sake.

Why the fuck can't any of you stupid cunts quote properly? Stop ripping the piss out of each others' grammar for a moment and learn to click a button. Once. As for this nom, it's rather self explanatory. I won't complain about getting a headache if I listen to drum and bass full blast whilst headbutting a brick wall, likewise you shouldn't complain about indigestion when consuming the most acidic food and drink possible, you fucking imbecile. You may as well drink battery acid. In fact, I highly recommend it.

I wouldn't call it flashing. If it wasn't for the moronic knuckle-dragging fuckwits that buy tabloids solely to see shit like this, then the lowlife bottom feeding twunts that take these pictures wouldn't feel the need, nor get paid the money, to do so. She's only human after all. In this day and age, I find it odd that pictures haven't turned up of her flicking her bean like it's going out of fashion. Not to mention, perhaps you should get a few history books on the go. What our monarchs of yesteryear got up to makes this little tartlet's antics pale in comparison.

Have you put rohypnol in your carer's drink again?

He will, but most probably an equine two-dimensional one, the fat basement dwelling bastard.

That can't be Keith, on account of only one bed being used to carry the cunt.

Genuinely checked my address bar to see if I hadn't accidentally put livejournal or blogspot in.

Merry fucking Christmas you impoverished little diseased cuntbreeds!

OP.