Messages of Hate
WARNING! This page contains strong language. Reading the page beyond this point absolves me of any blame for any offence you may take. Unless, of course, you're the subject of the offending statement. In which case - I'm glad I've offended you. Go and stick your head somewhere dark and warm.
Off we go then.
Firstly, all the homophobic bastards I was at school with - Matt, Ben, Nick in particular, but all of you in general - I hope you get kicked to death by cottagers while you're quietly having a piss. You made my life hell for three years, you cunts.
The cripple who offered to commit GBH upon my person while I was celebrating a friend's birthday in 1999 - I know who you are, you whore's fuck. Grow a set of eyes in the back of your head - I'm sure you'll find a use for them.
Paul - you arrogant little walking abortion. Do you know how close I came to breaking your face the last time we met? Maybe next time...
G and C - double crossing bastards. Yes, I still remember.
The polite, nice, well-mannered wanker who insulted me in the pub toilets over Easter and later tried to beat me up - fuck you! I wouldn't touch you unless I had a disease.
The fat, overpaid executive BBC - when are you going to stop demanding money with menaces?
The management of TalkSPORT, formerly Talk Radio - condolences on the drowning of Britain's finest and most entertaining radio station in a flood of sports coverage. Except it's your fault, isn't it, you fuckers?
I think that's enough hatred for a while. To redress the balance, visit my (thankfully longer) thanks page.
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