The Neverendum

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Some cunt rang at the door and interrupted my evening feast…”Are you Hubbard Marple?”
No, I’m fucking not!! I’m HBelindaHubbard

Twatface from some CUNTY political party seemed to be a bit wrong-footed there…
“Are you aware of the eu referendum on 23rd June?”
oh jesus christ almighty…

“Can I ask you how you’ll be voting?”
By putting a fuckin’ cross on a piece of paper. Mind your own fucking business, cuntface, and sod off before I set the bat onto you…

I may well erupt anytime soon; don’t think I can wade through much more of this feacal debris…

Nominated by: HBelindaHubbard

Christer Björkman

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Christer Björkman is a cunt…says our Tel “totally spoiled” the Eurovision pong contest. Nope. Wogan just saw through it, saw it for what it was…a heap of old toot.

In fact “toot” is more musical!! Eurovision was S H one T before Tel arrived on the scene…

Nominated by: HBelinda Hubbard

Christer Bjorkman wouldn’t know a good song if he tripped over it. [THIS SONG] would have pissed Eurovision!

Nominated by: Dioclese

The Guardian [2]

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The Grauniad needs cunting. Stating the bleedin obvious, I know, but…”How to eat (Part 94): Macaroni Cheese”. Last time it was Fish Pie.

This is a great worry to me. Being an ordinary sort of Auntie Belinda,

I thought I’d got it right. Pick up fork, food on fork, open gob, shovel it in, chew, swallow, digest, fart, poop, wipe, flush.

Obviously there’s more to this eating biz than I first thought, for those woolly-minded, twatty hipster mong-cunts… Should I invite a coven of local feminazis / luvvies / bbc paedos, Emmas, around as witnesses? Is it all some deconstructionalist event? I think I should be told. (even the meaning of Deconstructionalist would help…)

Enemas used to be a way of feeding invalids. Well, Camoron is about at the end of his (useful??) life, so perhaps a few kilos of microwave-hot macaroni cheese up his jacksie might be a tasty treat for him…

Nominated by: HBelinda Hubbard