Easter [3]

Time for us admin wallahs to wish all you cunters out there a Happy Easter. Feel free to stuff your faces with overpriced, egg shaped, shitty chocolate. Enjoy your overpriced fruit buns that cost an extra quid for the cross on them. And if you own a card shop, sing three choruses of “What a Friend We Have in Jesus” and then fuck off to the Med for a nice expensive cruise.

Yes, this is the spirit of Easter. Hence the expression “Christ on a cross! What the fuck is all this crap about?!?” Oh! Of course! It’s the marketing festival that comes between Valentines and Mother’s Day – except that this year they fucked up by getting the date inconveniently late.

Anyhow, here’s an image of Easter I’m sure you cunts will be happier with :

I’m sure you can think of one or two more women you’d like to nail up there as well……

27 thoughts on “Easter [3]

  1. Gangbangs at scms.pro. Thanks for the “heads-up”, Admin, and a very Happy Easter!

  2. Of course the demented libfucks and snowflake loonies will attempt to hijack Easter…
    Expect crap like ‘Jesus was black’ ‘Wimmin want their own Messiah’ and ‘But… but it excludes peacefuls…They don’t feel included’…

    Also expect some insane celebrity cunt (a woman, naturally) to say their son now calls himself a girl and he/she/it wants to play Christ as a transgender….

    Seriously, mind, cunts now take Easter to absurd levels… When I was a lad it was a wee Smarties egg off my nana… Now the little fuckers get showered with extortionately priced choocy eggs the size of Ayers Rock … Not to mention an ‘Easter Cake’ (for fucking fuck’s sake!)… Then there’s fucking Easter Cards (??!!) and some cunt even has an Easter Tree…. A Christmas Tree with lights and all that, yeah… But a fucking Easter Tree?! ‘But… But… It’s cute… It’s got little eggs and bunnies on it’…. Do fuck right off…

    Also, any mention of Himself or any films on today (Greatest Story Ever Told, Jesus of Nazareth etc)? Oh I forgot, he wasn’t a peaceful, he wasn’t black (see you, snowflake cunts) and he was a man… So it’s out of the question having him on the BBC, eh?…

      • And Morrisons, the lazy cunts, as I was on my way to work this morning for some scran for lunch. I thought I’d be alright leaving it till 10 to give them some time to open the doors, but no.
        Anyway, back to the grindstone – busy day for me, World Heritage site, sunny day and all that. Next day off in about October. Hoping to get to India for the winter (all my weekends rolled into one, see = c.4 months off!)
        You’ll like this one – some cunt tried it on with the old “do you take cards?” trick today, after I’d already served him what he asked for (plenty of signs saying I don’t take cards – would just slow me down if I did). After I’d pointed out that if he then walked out without paying it would be illegal he flounced out, telling me he’d put a shit review on trip advisor. In front of a long line of punters I told him to piss off and “ I collect shit reviews from people like you and wear them like a badge of honour!”.
        The fucking cunt.

  3. Can you hang Flabbott please? (assuming you can find a big enough cross to hold the fat cunt!)

    Happy Easter, even though like the majority of people we just see it as a couple of bank holidays squashed together!

    • The only cross that should be anywhere in the vicinity of that self-propelling mountain of lard Flabbott is a burnin’ one.

      Get fucked.

    • As a devout Christian, that picture both shocked ………… and titillated me.

      • As a devout atheist I nearly creamed my long johns!

        Fortunately I got them down just in time.

        Nice one Admin 👍 Happy Easter.

      • It’s the figure in the background that intrigues me. Looks like a trans whose wearing Always discreet incontinence pants like that bird on the telly add that says “I still look sexy”. No you don’t, you look like a fuckin’ big baby.

  4. Fuckng blasphemous cunts. What an awful picture. Would have been fine if you had hung Maybot or Nicocunt Sturgeon there.

  5. Then you would have mistaken her for the recently photographed black hole in some far off galaxy – her cunt being roughly the same size!

    • M y personal choice for that treatment would be the arch (and extremely overused) cunt that is Madogga…

      Mind you, the depraved self serving cunt has probably already done it herself….

  6. If it was flabbot u couldn’t find a big enough hook or a brave enough chap to pierce her bomb doors

  7. What the fuck do you type into Google to find a picture like that? 🤢🤢

    Happy egg day cunters!!

  8. I can’t even think about all the cunts who are stuffing their faces with chocolate because I’m not allowed to eat it for health reasons. Easter means fuck all to me, just the same as christmas.

  9. Ah yes, the bit where 1/3 of a god, having been sacrificed by another 1/3 of the same god, comes back to life and so wasn’t sacrificed at all! And this apparently “saves” us in some way (but only if we accept and praise him). Total load of made-up shite from start to finish.

    Right, I’m off to nick some of my daughter’s Easter egg.

  10. THE only fuckin fing that keeps Easter going is fuckin commercial interests hyping it up every year, if they didnt it would fizzle out quite quickly. just another day to me.

  11. My father-in-law made it through Easter Sunday. He’s neither responded, eaten nor drank for three days. I’ve held his hand many hours but now he no longer squeezes back. It’s 3am and I’m just listening to each ragged breath. I don’t think he’s in pain but he looks ghastly. Poor Leo.

    • I’m really sorry to hear that ts. I hope the situation improves for you soon. Best wishes to all your family.

  12. Saw a Galaxy choc egg in M&S Simply Food at a service station. A ‘snip’ at just£12.99.

    Fuck that. I can get 3 tubs of decent ice cream for less.

  13. Easter is just another cash in, just like all of the other shitty, annual ‘dates and occasions’.

    To say the meaning behind it has been lost is an understatement, unless JC was crucified wearing bunny ears and rose again gagging for a Chocolate Buttons Egg.

    All these yearly events do my nut in, not to mention cost me money that I struggle to cover the essentials with, never mind that bloody shite that is far removed from what it originally marked in the Christian Calendar. It’s all a pile of chocolate covered bollocks now. (Now there is a marketing opportunity….chocolate covered bollocks. Get me Ann Summers on the phone…….)

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