So was down Harrods the old corner shop buying in a brace of well hung pheasant. A dish of putrid foul is just the ticket by way of fuelling a fellow up to perform the necessary.
As one browsed one found oneself enjoying the blissful sensation of silken fairy fingers running up and down the old horseprong. Damn me, customer service in the place is spot on. Improvement since it was anschlussed by that dodgy kraut Rowland. Then fucking Diana in his dreams Al-Fayed. Now run by a second gypo tosser but tip me tipfer. Quite the way to meet and greet.
Next thing the old wallet was flying out me plus fours. Damn Food Hall was like a Romanian Circus full of little degenerates on the nick. Aimed a swift kick to the bollocks of the little cunt up me trousers before he was orf with me credit cards. Store security my arse. By God I let them have it.
“Beware Harrods is overrun by little fuckers on the nick. Summon to me the squalid little wog that runs the place!”
A reasonable enough request you will agree. But did the greasy little toerag appear before me by way of obsequeous apology? Gentlemen, I was given the old heave ho. Propelled out the door by a pair of size twelves to the arse.
What more to expect from another paranoid cowardly little fucking Diana’s underware in his dreams type Qatari cunt? Harrods, an Emporium of Cunts.
Nominated by : Sir Limply Stoke
Tweedlecum And Tweedlecunt
(David and George otherwise known as the Brothers Cunt)
Malice in Wonderland
A pair of touchy-feely metrocunts who first met triple dipping behind the bike sheds of Oxford. Two priviliged ponces who have been touching and feeling each other ever since. Have gone blind screwing themselves, our country and our economy into the ground. Cannot see beyond their own piggy little snouts in the trough and their old school chums the wanker bankers.
There is no alternative. There is no plan B. But they have a plan C. The Cunt plan.
Stokes’ paid damn good coin to their lackey scots bailifs to enforce land clearances and improved the Caledonian colony no end. Lovely haunting empty landscips. Buggered the kilted cunts. Gave them a taste of cold steel and despatched their mewling inbred brats. Got some robust genes impregnated into their cow faced females. Gave the sullen cunts a viable breeding population. Gratitude? Bugger hell no. Bite the cock that screws ‘em. Give the cunts a vote on leaving the Union for fucks sake?? Bugger those deviant scum scots cunts back into line. They know they want it.
But bugger me – generations of Stokes have given their blood and their spunk in defence of this once great nation just to see it all pissed away in the most heinous act of genetic engineering since Adolf and Heinrich. Got a maturing population? Flood the country with tsunamis of young poles and thieving romanian bulgarian slav sewage and pay them benefits to fuck each other. Then load benefits on their brats. Genius.
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John Virgo….I’ve had enough of listening to this hateful tedious cunt. Year after year he spouts his shite on commentary, ruining the snooker with his slagging of shots of players whose shoes the cunt would never have been fit to shine.
And his impressions were fucking wick too, 30 years ago.
John Vagina more like.
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Consider him cunted…
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I’m sick of the overkill of the Transgender story lines on telly, its now the new fashion to have a transgender person on the BBC or on Daybreak or some other shit trendy tv programe. If you want to where a dress or trousers whys it now we all have to no about it, no one cares, i don,t give a flying cunt!! Maybe its a new way to claim benefits to say your transgender?? I can’t stop wanking, you don’t get that tory line in Eastenders or emmerdale………….do you!!
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