Barry Barbaric

Didn't he remove his trouser pockets in order to facilitate easier covert masturbation?

Spam javelin shit, even. Anyway, fuck it, a nosh is a nosh. So what if the bitch got a cock? As long as it's only a little one.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Codpiece

Any codpiece who bangs on about being an individual is probably suspect as well.

Does he keep his credentials in his underpants?

The irony is that Rob goes home every night to smoke crystal meth out of a pipe fashioned from the genitalia of a murdered rent boy whose corpse he's currently storing in a rolled up carpet in his deceased father's study. Possibly.

which were auctioned off

In years gone by,in exchange for the right to smoke cannabis with more-or-less impunity, many UK rastas became officially paid up police informers, passing on information about other sections of the black community & suchlike which, to my mind, makes them even worse than fuckin hippies(still not as bad as skateboarders though - Did I mention I hate those cunts?). Also, the rastafarian religion is farcically ridiculous, even in comparison with other religions which are all, axiomatically, farcically fuckin ridiculous. Except the Holy Roman Catholic Church of course.

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As she looks now rather than as she looked back in the day, I hope. Botty = arse or "ass" as you probably don't say, toluene.

of a broken heart

Because Robert Mapplethorpe wanted to borrow it for that pic he took of himself with a bullwhip stuck up his botty?

introduced him to homosexuality

It's likely that your mother has been inserting your toothbrush into your father's anus in an attempt to spice up their lovemaking.

first taste of semen

Just finished this cunt - AHistory Maker by Alisdair Gray.Fuckin top banana.

Concrete Island - JG Ballard might be up ya street.

his father deflowered him

which massgraff also enjoyed

Contrary to popular belief, king Edward the second of England probably wasn't murdered by having a red hot poker shoved up his trumper.

All you'll have done the previous night is masturbate yourself down to a bloodied stump - Same as every other night. I really do wish you'd stop pretending you are in any way distinguished in any sphere excepting that of excessively frequent & enthusiastic yet singularly ineffectual onanism. Oh, and joyless gluttony of course. Mindlessly pushing food into your already grotesquely bloated fizzog, yeah you're pretty good at that as well.

He meant me though. Ya fuckin cheezy bellend.

That's why it's a guilty pleasure. You cock.

Any prick whose clothing and/or hairstyle identifies them as belonging to a particular subculture is, by definition, a spastic, whether that be hippies, punks, skinheads or any other such fucking mongos. The bulk of my ire, however, is reserved for fuckin skateboarders, pure worst cunts. Fuckin trumpets. Can't stand em. And fuckin rastas, fuckin police-informing cunts. Oh yes, in the UK, many a rasta has made tea for babylon.

Oh yes...