I stopped to buy some petrol the other day and noticed the curry wallah serving behind the counter had a long and dirty looking little fingernail.
“Are you vanting to buys manys chocolates for de girlfriends” said the cunt, mangling my beautiful mother tongue as well as offending me with his disgusting personal hygiene as he tried to flog some post-Christmas shite.
I fucking well didn’t and silently thanked contactless payment. Having a long little fingernail were historically symbols of wealth and status because you didn’t do manual labour, as well as good luck and prosperity. I assumed he wasn’t a captain of industry as he was “working at Londis garage” at 6.00am so this grubby little poopjeet was picking out his earwax and scratching himself in other bodily orifices.
Is there no end to the cultural enrichment?
Nominated by Liberal Liquidator.




