If the Sun were the size of a beach ball then Jupiter would be the size of a golf ball and a Mischief of Magpies would be as small as a pea.
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Raven, you have violated my blog bang. I hate you. I hope your baws turn to sugar lumps and dissolve in the rain. You sicken me, you vile creature. Rot in Lambhill. I wish I could build a sewer and direct it into your mouth. Sub human vermin scum. Do not look at his website, don't encourage him.
In fact Raven. I hope Lionel Blair goes mad and dances on your head. We have word verification, you know.
Raven, I will be awake all night thinking up ways to kill you. I hope you and Jessica Clarkson meet and fuck and Jessica conceives. Then I hope Jessica miscarries with great force into your mothers face.
Raven, catch cancer.
Raven, I hope you get a huge boil on your arse.
Raven, start pissing acid.
Raven, kill yourself.
Raven, may you be caught wandering the Shankill Rd singing the Soldiers song and carrying the Irish Flag.
Raven, I hope you crave pork in Israel forever.
Raven, I hope you get piles and have your anus featured on the front of the Daily Mail, so that children chase you down the street calling you 'The Duke of Argyll'.
Raven, if you ever spam one of my blogs again I will ram a sea urchin up your arse. May your home fall victim to a plague.
How did it get past word verification? Unless the cunts posting them manually. The sad prick.
Raven, I hope you get gang raped by the entire shadow cabinet.
Ill Man, I put nothing past such scum. Let's hope his first born gets bird flu.
If only they would show again, we could have that philosophical debate............
I'm sure we could. I hope Raven dies of a bowel disease.
Raven, live a life among ruins.
Raven, I hope you find yourself peniless in Sudan.
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Raven, I hpoe you end up working in a J.D Witherspoon pub forever.
That's the thing about these automated bastards: there's no rational way to get back at them. Fortunately, on this site we're not all rational people... some of us, however, are perhaps more irrational than others...;-)And by far the worst fate you've dreamed up there is the shadow cabinet one. I'd really rather not think about someone being gang raped by a group of people that includes Dr Liam Fox.
This is the funniest thing I've read all day.
I'm sorry Paul but these people make so angry. I genuinely wouldn't mind if they left a relevant comment but added a link to whatever tat it is they're trying to flog. Anyway after that roasting he'll maybe get the message.
Don't apologise! I think this has been one of the best posts on this site thus far...
Compared to working in Wetherspoon's, being raped by the Cabinet would be a walk in the park.
In fact, I've been in work for half an hour now and I'm already climbing the walls in boredom. So I might join in.
Raven, may you wake up tomorrow morning in a coffin next to Bette Midler.
Raven, I hope you come home tonight to find your slippers missing. And a thousand bats on the ceiling spelling out the word 'Turmoil'.
Raven, in your next life I hope you're Charles Clarke's anal beads.
Raven, may you forever rot in Widnes.
Raven, jump off Blackpool tower and land on a sharpened park railing.
Raven, may you end up spending the rest of your days in a small lead-lined cell with Janet Street-Porter.
Raven, may the rest of your days be spent at the wheel of an Austin Allegro whilst Jeremy Clarkson back-seat drives from the passenger seat.
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