“Ooo! Love that footwork, David!”
This fat fuck has the face and grace of a pig. Yet the cunt is so far up his own arse he can chew rubber at johnnies that fell off his dad’s knob, and then got pushed right up his colon by his mum with a milk bottle.
Corden has no talent whatever but seems to get work as a token fat bastard. He can’t sing and instead makes high-pitches mewing noises like a cat straining to shit hair-balls. His jokes are unfunny insults about victims who are defenseless (as if he is pissing on a sleeping tramp), catering for IQ56 Jimmy Savile fans (who it seems are now his fans). His acting is that of a desperate fat bastard haranguing a disjointed sequence of onomatopoeias at a terrified child he has tied to chair with barbed wire.
The sad shit is that he taking over from the ultra-lame cunt (and professional token black) Lenny Henry, as a charity show presenter. Even though everybody hates the cunt Corden, the fuck-pigs at the BBC, Sky, and ITV will still keep putting the lame loathsome cunt on the box to present charity shite (maybe he is good at extorting money from the poor so TV producers can go to Africa for free to sodomise babies to death and shove sticks up women’s arse-holes).
Nominated by: Fatty Arbuckle II
