Thinking about yesterday:
Rape date: "Daddy! You're wearing a suit. Are you going to a wedding?"
Rotter: "No, little dolly, I've been to court."
Rape date: "What did you do wrong, Daddy?"
Rotter: "I'll show you in a minute."
Rape date: *nervous laughter*
And this morning:
"Daddy, can we have social intercourse now please?"
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Fist is a four letter word. So is fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, and, well you get the fist-fucking picture....
THE WESTCOUNTRY SHALL RISE AGAIN!
Yay! It's pink!
Don't think.... FEEL!
We're Englishmen, and we came here, to rape your women and drink your beer.
I went back in time and voted for Hitler.
Pouring oil on troubled waters since 2008. Then lighting a fucking match.