nocti

I got asked a few weeks ago to be best man for a good friend of mine. I said yes, but now i want to do a complete 180 and tell him to stick it up his fucking arse. Not the nicest thing a mate can do, but i'd rather boil my head in skunk shit than speak in front of a load of cunts who just want you to shut up so they can start stuffing their faces and get wankered anyway.

Fuck this, and fuck thanksgiving up the arse dry, but i'll happily celebrate independence day with them.

This personified pint of piss winds me right the fuck up no end, be it on the telly or the rare occasion I dare to listen to the cunt's breakfast show. How he's landed a couple of the birds he has I will never know. He's certainly got a face for radio, and a voice for silent film too. Nauseating little fuckwit.

Eat shit and choke on it you bottom feeder.

Fuck me, I think it's trying to communicate. Someone get Keith in here to translate, he speaks cunt.

Whatever happened to Noms like this?

Namely the spinal ones, which can be why they're in them in the first place.

Cunt looks like Rob Brydon after he's just discovered an unguarded sheep pen. Never once have i seen him without a cheesy shit-eating grin on his fuck-rough mug. I'd love to roundhouse him off a cliff.

Posted in the wrong thread, although whilst i'm here, this trout-faced split arse can go and relax on a judas cradle whilst being fed marbles. Rancid cunt of a woman.

Scratch that, I've got my cunts mixed up here i reckon. Easily fucking done with that many of 'em about.

Is this the fat cunt that got a shag off Emma Noble years back, or am I thinking of a very similar malodorous salad-dodging twat?

I'll watch through the window, fumbling away for something in my pockets.

Edit: Double posted.

A fantastic argument for post-birth abortion.

I wonder if they'll manage to remove his head from his arse during all this surgery. Loathsome fucking cunt of a person.

Please put more consideration into the suicidal thoughts that must plague your mind every night when the poppers bottle is empty. Cunt.

A fucking travesty of a "supergroup". I hope their tour bus goes off a cliff. Despicable cunts.

I'm referring to the depressing state of my workplace of course. My home is much happier. No tree at all. Just me and Arinda Baz-Lijah and the little bombers.

I've seen the box ours is in, right in the corner of the room. I know they want it up soon, the cunts. However, some fucking brainless shit house forgot when they got it out, I'm in for the weekend (like a twat). If it wouldn't rise the estrogen up to unfathomable levels, I'd probably burn the cunt in the box incinerator. Might just piss on it to make it stink so much that they do it themselves. Saying that, the clueless lifewasters will probably buy a new one. Fucking stuck. Cheers for reminding me KC you triplecunt.

You're a cunt Judge.

I must say, your breasts are coming along nicely.

True that. Although when someone says that they had a stroke, it could mean fucking anything.

APPROVAL NEEDED "Eh up we've got an alcoholic here..."

At your age grumps, just be thankful you didn't get your viagra mixed up with your steradent.

Evidently.