Having traveled to a meeting in central Londonistan this week via the tube, I am astounded by the vast number of walking dead with rucksacks on their backs who seem to struggle with judging how much space they need to avoid clonking other travellers.
Twice during the journey in the tube carriage, I had to move smartly to avoid these pirouetting twats who seem to develop major blindspots when lugging around these vastly oversized backpacks.
I suspect these are the same cunts who clog the Queen’s highway with their caravans on a bank holiday.
Nominated by. Paul Maskinback
As long they don’t have big beards or are wearing pyjamas I wouldn’t worry about it.
Alley snack bar!
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Blimey !! Excellent cunting, PM.
I was going to cunt “Twats going shopping in urban areas with rucksacks”, as in the course of 1/2 hr picking up a few things on the way home this pm, I got my face walloped several times by FUCKING CUNTS with rucksacks. Tossers, as they always look a bastard to take off and put on. Just so some twatmong can put a pack of quinoa balls in.
Fill your rucksack up with paving stones, dislocate your shoulders putting it on, get up a mountain and fall off and die.
Bastards.
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Why in fuck you need Rucksacks in London I’ll never know. This backpacking culture is ( I believe ) responsible for all this fuckwittery. The big advantage I suppose is that if they piss you off, you can fuck them over with a couple of smacks to the jaw, a swift kick in the bollocks and you would still have time to give them a shave before they struggled free of all the shit they carry.
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These cunts haven’t got camping gear in there it’s just junk to cart around so they can stay ‘super fit’ and pose to every fucker saying ‘look how cool and strong I am’ when I say you’re just an inconsiderate oaf making a fucking nuisance of yourselves much like yesterday when I tried to get into Tesco’s but found my entry blocked by three old birds abreast pulling their trollies and walking at about the same speed as a fucking glacier. Fuck off, not everyone has all fucking day to buy a fucking loaf. Cunts.
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Cunts in supermarkets taking all fucking day and blocking access at every possible opportunity, what a scourge.
“Oh look, there’s my equally stupid and selfish friend, let’s have a 10 minute chat with our trolleys side-by-side completely blocking access to the pork pies”.
“Oh, i seem to be having difficulty finding the item I want. I know, I’ll use my trolley to block the entire aisle while I stand in front to the shelves trying to work out what’s keeping my ears apart”.
“Oh look, the checkout’s really busy, I’d better make sure I engage the till operator in a long and banal conversation, whilst not bothering to load my stuff back into the trolley at the same time”.
“Oh look, there’s the queue for fags & lottery tickets, I’d better extend it right across the access back out of the shop”.
Bastard selfish cunts.
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Amazing pops how they suddenly become olympic bobsleigh champions when you walk toward the checkout with your hand basket only for one of these utter cunts to sweep in with trolley stacked to the brim and smug fucking look in their gurning faces knowing theyve cunted you.
Utter utter cunts
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One Christmas, I worked in an M&S Food Hall.
Fuck me, I nearly became a mass murderer for those very reasons above.
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I’ve thankfully been moved out of the fetid cesspit that is Londonistan for a few years now but rucksacks on the tube was a particular bugbear of mine.
I’ll never forget the day after the London tube bombings I got on a district line train at Blackfriars and there was a solitary Joe daki with a rucksack at one end of the carriage and about 150 people crammed into the square footage of perhaps a postage stamp at the other end!
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All part of living in a big city like Londonistan
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It’s not just the Tube. A lot of the pubs and shops in my area have had to put up signs telling these bell-ends to take their rucksacks off before coming in. I’ve seen them,a large group,trundle in to a pub,knocking ornaments off the walls,spilling peoples’pints etc., before they all gather around the open fire,a pile of fucksacks in front of them,and gently steam themselves and their gear dry. The delightful odour really is a treat to savour.
Fuck them.
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It’s about time the government gave the immos a free travel pass. Then they wouldn’t have to carry their brats around in a rucksack to avoid paying the fare.
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Caravans and their owners deserve a massive Cunting. If you don’t do it, I will….as you say, Cuntflap ,they really are massive wankers.
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The trouble here is surely London itself and our lack of joined-up transport? Transport hub, ridiculous overconcentration of air, rail, bus terminals, effectively impossible to get from S and W to N and E without having to go through it. No, the cunts with backpacks (and I have on occasion been one) aren’t posing. They’re trying to carry a month’s worth of holiday luggage in the most compact and (for them) hassle-free form available. Think wheely suitcase on escalator, for instance.
And no, they are entirely unconnected with caravan cunts, who have no need of backpacks to frustrate their fellow road users as they clog the approaches to caravan parks, and, having lost their way, are proud to demonstrate their total inability to park, reverse or otherwise manoeuvre their view-destroying, satellite-equipped posemobiles. Backpackers are heading for the Lakes, the Peaks, and – God help them – the Highlands, where they will contribute to the local economy by drinking themselves into a coma, if only to dull the pain of the midge bites. Generally by public transport, so not adding to the holiday confusion on the A1(M), eg.
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Gatwick isn’t.
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Which inadvertently brings me to another point. The worst kind of cunt backpacker* actively avoids, and seeks to destroy, peace and tranquility, so Gatwick and Waterloo are actually ideal locations.
* Despite the foregoing I freely concede that some are indeed cunts.
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I wonder how the Dept. of Transport will cope with Flying Carpets…
I bet they’ll be arriving soon.
Sodding Belgian polypropylene, an’ all.
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I can picture these backpacking fuckwits in an instant. Dreadlock-sporting, anti-deodorant, non-washing, scruffy-looking arseholes. Like many, I have fallen victim to their awful odours and their lack of awareness. Multiple times I have had to dive out of the way to avoid getting hit by their fucking oversized, tent-like rucksacks. They look like human tortoises. Smelly cunts.
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