Boots the cunting ‘here come the girls‘ chemist are a bunch of sexist, patronising, utterly fucking bastardly cunts.

For fuck’s sake get a new pissing tune, oh and that pair of bints pretending to have colds but still soldiering on with work, shopping etc. while the man is at home with a cold (oh, bless…), well I could just whack them in the face with a bat. And no, I haven’t got an advantage card, I’ve wedged it up the nick of my arse.

Cunts.

Where to start really, this fucking flapping rectum is a right ‘champagne socialist’ and no mistake. I don’t know which is worse, the fucking idiot cunt unions who pay for his lovely cosy and lavish £120,000 a year, plus expenses lifestyle, eating in the finest restruants and expanding his fucking huge blubbery gut even further.

I honestly wish he’d fucking fall under one of his fucking trains the fat fucking cunt. Or choke to death on one of Heston Blumenthal’s pork pies.

Crowe must have been to a different school than the rest of us, and I have a feeling it must have been that celebrated establishment, the school of totally enormous fat cunt parasites (which is probably where Eric Pickles went as well…)

What a bloated cokernee cunt. CUNT!