Eric Cuntman

Not getting to you today, am I?

And if the two cunts who took the beating had been heterosexual, Stokes wouldn't be in this legal shitstorm. It's now a requirement for doormen and security staff to call the police to any violent altercation where someone gets injured, and when they arrive, the one and only thing they're interested in is whether there is any racism or homophobia involved. Basically, if 2 white cunts have a fight, plod isn't interested, if a white cunt has a fight with a black cunt, 9 times out of 10, the white cunt gets arrested and the black cunt gets sympathy and a victim support leaflet.

Headline: "Two male bodies found" "forensic pathologist certain that both men have been anally tortured and penetrated by a number of different objects. Police searching for a man carrying a bag of shit-stained Argos golf clubs"

Until next week when you jump on someone's bandwagon to stick the boot (size 11 court shoe) in and attack the cunt. The same duplicitous shit you regularly do to Panzy, Stubby and countless others. You slimy two faced fucking snake.

When they were allowed back into NI, they snuck out in the early hours and hand delivered cassette tapes to every known Provo's letterbox. The tape content? The Boys Are Back In Town, by Thin Lizzy.

Good old 2 Para.

He should be taken to one side and reminded that in in more civilised and genteel days, Geoff Boycott was also a bit handy with his fists, but showed the grace and dignity to only beat up his wife and mistress behind closed doors. To be honest, a good old fashioned drunken punch up is far more acceptable than a bigheaded northern cunt knocking women about.

I don't know why we bother wasting time and money processing the cunts. We know for a fact that they're extremists and will likely be involved in some future terrorist atrocity. As you say, kick the cunt out of them, nail their bollocks to a wooden chair, and cut their faces up with Stanley knives, and once any info's been extracted, grind 'em up for dog food and deny they ever crossed the radar if anyone asks.

Was that where those Chinese cockle pickers drowned? that was a big misunderstanding, they were told to head back to shore when the water reached knee high. Apparently, when it all happened, Nee Hi, was having his lunch further up the beach.

It fucking disgusts me that these filthy, babyfucking cunts are given sentences far more lenient than those handed down to bank robbers etc' and then protected and provided with much nicer stuff than the average convict is likely to see. An indication that a lot of police and judiciary cunts are sick fucking perverts, looking out for their own kind. I want them all dead, but tortured first, badly, by me.

It wouldn't normally happen. The club was probably in the middle of a spot-check from the SIA or police.

What are you still doing here Albert? I thought I told you to fuck off.

Have you had some kind of cerebral haemorrhage?

Fuck off albert.

Just when you think the bar can't go any lower.. ..some cunt digs a hole and buries it.

What the fuck does maturity have to do with it? Irrelevant Flid.

Gosh! I don't know how I'm going to recover from this master class of cunting prowess. was it nice making sand castles in the school corridor, while the other kids learned maths and English?

Exactly right. This is cunts corner.. So fuck off and play with someone's bellend on faggot's corner. Poof.

The traditional HMP greeting for kid fiddlers is a litre of boiling water, containing a kilo of melted sugar, applied at speed to the face. Carries on burning for 2 or 3 minutes and very difficult to remove. Luvverly Jubberly!

My particular bugbear with traffic lights is the pedestrians that use the crossings. An increasingly large number of them will wander towards the lights, beside a completely empty road, not thinking to cross it while it's safe enough to do so, until they reach the lights, and then press the fucking button just as the first car for 5 minutes approaches, and bingo, 4 way gridlock for the next 3 minutes while the gormless pedestrian waits for the little beep that tells them it's safe. Nannied fucking cunts with no common sense or pragmatic inclination.

I've had my suspicions.

Collateral clutter. He has to do something with the shopping he kindly offered to drive home for the girlfriends/victims, that are now under his patio.

I think it's where he keeps his washing powder.

The combination of egg yolk, baked bean juice and brown sauce, mopped up with buttered white bread, is without doubt, the apex of gastronomic majesty. anyone who disagrees is clearly, either a disgusting unwashed vegan, or a massive fucking faggot. Probably both.

She's waiting for Mr Fright to come along. I'll get me white sheet..