I would like to cunt the excessive use of the word “Artisan”.
Every cunt with a beard and gelled hair who starts a small business sneaks that fucking word into his advertising.
A mate lent me a copy of the new custom motorcycle magazine “Built” which is full to the brim with beardy check shirt wearing hipster cunts happily chopping up nice 1970s bikes into cut down knobbly-tyred matt-blacked exhaust-bandaged mutants that, in a few years time when the fad ends, will be worth fuck all except as spare parts. The dopey cunts will then probably have to pay someone like myself to restore them back to original, at great expense (I’ll make sure of that).
And if one of them refers to ME as an “artisan”, I’ll drown the cunt in his own hair products.
Utter bollocks all of it. Artisans my arse…
Nominated by Mr Bastard