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Last brain cells.

Bottling fucks.

Drop ASM. Put the pocket rocket jock back in.

Classic narcissistic delusion. There’s a reason him and Bruce are Bigtime Bumders.

Last night I was in the pub discussing getting a robot lawnmower, this morning those Cunts at Facebook are trying to shill me one. Jokes on them though as I have a bijou, grassless yard.

Bottling fucks.

He promises a champagne enema, but delivers a Loyd Grossman Bhuna. Get rid.

6 ffs.

Are Chelsea doing Fwank a Fwavour here?

The only telly you’re likely to get on is the fucking news.

Pub curry? Disgraceful.

If you make a loss then there’s no corporation tax to pay.

My oldest is 3.2, waxes between angelic and satanic.

How old is your lad Dave?

Well done Dave.

When yur a ‘ammer, evrefin looks like a nail. Or a babble.

We’re now DEFCON2 close to the headline “PUTIN ON THE FRITZ”

was probably pissed

I'm not ashamed of the post, the prose however is a tad regrettable.

Still no fucking trophy, I did get one of those tellies though.

Certainly not for 4 or 5 seasons, is it?