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John Bonham's dead? You horrid lying cunt. That's in such bad taste. Imagine if he really was dead and his son was looking in on Cunts Corner. CUNT

I'm bigger than God

Some have greatness thrust upon them

You two, go and fuckin play somewhere else! I've got some serious political shit to lay on members and I don't need you twats queering my pitch.

I wish Jewdy was here, but 33mph is 33mph I guess.

It's all relative isn't it? Cunts like Savile, murderers like Ian Hunley etc. But when I'm in the 10 items or less queue, I want to flame thrower the fat cunt family in front of me with a full trolley. I really want them to die, more so than I do the aforementioned criminals.

I can't talk about melting bodies and fat as it smacks of holocaust shenanigans and my Irish buddy Simon Clonby.

100% with you on this. I've lived opposite a pub, a Carling drinkers fantasy no doubt, and hardly ever went in. "Has Geoff been in yet?"

If your dog had a puppy like this you would immediately destroy it.

Still, phoaaarrrr eh? Phwoaar. Kyak kyak kyak

People who really should be rubbed out

My experience of Ass To Mouth is obviously different to yours Mankly.

are you calling me a puff Swarmly?

I can't wait until tomorrow afternoon then!

Wrought iron would be too resistant to current flow and probably overheat. Copper is an alternative but couldn't be used with 100 miles of Liverpool for obvious reasons. What about 7s on a Honda Fireblade?

Rothers sending his wife out to work now eh? His little shop must have fallen on hard times.

I agree with you Scotto. Fuck, if she only had one eye I'd even fuck her empty socket

From FAT WELSH I've got SHAFT WEL

played it in the 70s. Partick Thistle was my team. Not straight out of the box mind; had to improve the paint job with the old Humbro paints. We even had a league round our way

The Cum Drones of Rhyl's finest hour was "Lick Granny's Prolapse"

Fuckin hell Tatly, you've got Joy Division off to a tee. Shockingly simple bollocks that somehow caught the Zeitgeist amongst poncy types. I even used to call them and their fans pseuds. Death to these dogs.

Then Jean Michel Jarre must be a blastoma

you should be dead Manky. Frank knew when his number was up

I only listen to The Cum Drones of Rhyl. Urdd metal at its best

he must die and his orthodontist with him. And his orthodontist's dog.