Britannia Building Society

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The Britannia Building Society are a bunch of totally, utterly, completely useless cunts.

Don’t believe me? Try walking into a branch with a cheque for 40 grand in your hand to open an account.

“Sorry. We’ve nobody available at the moment. Could you make an appointment and come back next week?”

No. I can’t. Fuck you. Cunts. Total cunts. No wonder the banking system is in such shit.

Nominated by: Dioclese

6 thoughts on “Britannia Building Society

  1. First things first. How come a cack arsed old cunt like you has a homeless cheque for forty grand you most excellent top hole many layers of lubricant and superlatives later deeply respected bosum buddy type friend of mind?

    Secondly why the fuck go anywhere near Britannia, the purchase of by the caring sharing Co-op has brought them only grief and a financial deep black hole caused by outstanding risky loans. Indeed leading to the Co-op sharing that black hole to the point of falling down it. Yes the Co-op is now a very dodgy bank as a result.

    Bless the good god Cunt for them spurning your money and keeping it safe. May I add to your good fortune by stating that my humble self stands ready to offer a safe haven to that rejected forty grand on very attractive, safe and secure terms by way of a personal arrangement between two sportsmen donchaknow. No dear heart, wipe those tears, no need to thank me. Just wire me the money to my Wells Fargo account.

    • (1) Rigours of self employment – so no company pension just proceeds of former home to live on. Now living in cardboard box on centre lane of M1 licking frozen rat poison off the carriageway for sustenance. Brown put me out of business and Cameron stole all me savings.

      (2) Best rate on the high street for fixed rate 1 year bond which is baffling if the cunts don’t actually want the lolly?

      Tried buying a lottery ticket as a pension plan but it didn’t work out. Them National Lottery bods are real cunts, doncha’ know!

      • Dear heart I am sympatico – no pension plan except me wits, ie no pension plan – living on a remortgage of the old stately pile and the rapidly vanishing remnants of a very stale nest egg on fuck all interest. Hence me cunting of the cunt Carney and me appeal to the sporting instincts of the cunting fraternity for relief from having to put me old arse about on the game. Total indifference to me plight but I remain ever touched by Flaxon Saxon’s offer of an Albanian groat (or was it goat?) if one pays the postage.

        Looking on the bright side your cardboard box is a temporary structure and excempt from council tax and the bedroom tax. You probably don’t have a bedroom to tax you fortunate fellow.

        Delving the distant mists of memory I seem to recall the cunt Cable promising a universal pension by right for all UK citizens at the time of the election to be payed for in part by aggregating out all the excessive public sector pensions. Way to go.

        So far as Britannia tempting you in with a cracking rate and then refusing to take your money (if only that happened on me sojourns to Soho), their ownership by the Co-op says it all. Incompetent vaguely pinko cunts (proper cunting on its way).

        The odds on winning the National Lottery Jackpot are one in fourteen million and any other significant sum one in two million or there-abouts. Better odds on the geegees old poppet.

        Me fucking butler declines to offer a sub on the spurious grounds that what little I pay him is all tied up in the premium bonds. Another old cunt of my acquaintance swears by them and re-invests all his winnings. If one had any capital one might have a punt in that direction. Better than a bank at present.

  2. Mother in laws.

    Mine is a useless dodering playing for symapthy alcoholic TV hogging old cunt who stashes my booze away when she comes round with her fucking miserable cunt of a dog who marks my carpets with it fucking dirty feet and shits horredous ammounts of brown stinking excrement in my lovely garden.

    So I give the four legged cunt a good kick when no ones looking.

    “Don’t hang the washing out, I’ll fucking do it!!” I say as she makes a bee line for the washing machine.
    Funny how she can work a fucking washing machine, but the shrivelled old grey cunt can’t operate a fucking TV set up and wants me to put on her blue rinse prime time cunt fest that is ‘Downton Abbey’ for fucks sake.

    The cunt can’t cook either, “do you want to make dinner?” she asks, then adds “you’re the cook after all”

    ???? fucking radge old cunt. Fuck off!!

    I am going to give in to the urge to push the old windbag down the stairs in the hope she’ll break her fucking neck in the fall thereby stopping her from using any more of my valuable oxygen.

    Then the dog goes to the local abbatoir! Arf!

  3. I’ll nominate those morons that are constantly trying to defend islam as a religion of peace, as yet more fucking insane muslims deliver their personal brand of peace, harmony and brotherly love down the barrel of an AK47 in Nairobi, et al, today.

    Everybody knows that muslims are cunts, there’s no point nominating them. If you think that a pædophile warlord was God’s prophet and the message most urgently delivered to Mo was that he was allowed to shag or kill whoever he liked whilst attempting to take over the world, then you are self evidently a cunt. No, it’s not the child-raping, drug dealing, curry munching rag heads that are the problem per se; cunts will be cunts, I guess. It’s the dopey fucking rent-a-gobs, the Stockholm Syndrome cretins, the quislings and degenerates that talk such bollox as ‘a tiny minority’ and ‘a handful of extremists’, etc. It’s the fucking cowardice of the Government, this one and numerous previous, that will not call a spade a spade or a muslim a terrorist. It’s tossers like the Popes and the Archbishops who speak of the followers of this sick cult as though they were equal with us, in either religion, science, medicine, culture or even just manners. It’s twats that think a muslim from Somalia called Mohammed is British because he’s good at running. Fucking running! Not brain surgery, not oncology, not quantum physics, just running.

    FFS, wake up, declare islam a terrorist organisation, fuck all its followers off to nearest middle eastern desert and rip down the mosques. These fuckers spread their violence, misogyny, war and misery EVERYWHERE they fucking go. Fuck ’em off, now, while there is still time.

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