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My Jewish paedophile uncle’s in a right mood. 2½ hours outside that primary school, and not one child wanted to buy any sweets off him.

When I was woken up by the noise of my bulimic neighbour puking up, I shouted, “Keep it down!” I thought it was good advice but she laughed in my face so I told her she shouldn’t scoff.

Russell Brand. I’m not a fan of the cunt, but isn’t the case against him built entirely on a thing in law called “slag’s remorse”?

Seeing Loose Women discussing The Beatles Is like Harvey Price talking us through the latest developments at the Large Hadron Collider. Nod to Jizz

The eulogy my epileptic brother gave at our father’s funeral was such a fitting tribute.

The best perk about working as a porter in the sluice room of the local hospital is the squelching sound your cock makes as you thrust it into a bucket of diseased organs collected from the day’s operations.

My great grandfather was a Bristolian builder who absolutely worshiped Colston. So much so, he put him on a pedestal.

Bernie Ecclestone’s £650m fine will go into the public coffers meaning that every single person in Britain is going to feel £10 richer. I’m going to spend mine on deepfake videos of Tamara Ecclestone in a deepthroat, anal fisting, donkey-gobbling orgy. So what goes around comes around.

So Richard Roundtree paid $100,000 to a guru claiming he could rid him of his pancreatic cancer. Well and truly shafted.

So, Roger Whitaker wanted to go to heaven did he? Well as far as I’m concerned he can whistle for it.