Know Better Chefs,
In this new world of PC and people’s feelings I resent having my meal dictated to me.
I used to be a cook “Cook” not a chef, I did short orders and main sittings of set menus, a set menu is a fucking set menu with a take it or leave it option, short orders were small custom made dishes to the customers specifications.
You want a dog shit omelette? There you go sir!
Now what has started to fuck me off is a spate of arguments that I have had with short order chefs, argument No1 I wanted rocket in my calzone Pizza (there is a fuck off big pile of rocket on the counter so it’s not like he has to go out and pick it), well the cunt flatly refused to put it in my calzone, his reasoning being that they didn’t do that in his village/ part of Italy.
Next an almost bloody argument in the local kebab house, “what you want boss?” . “Hi I would like a large lamb shish with lemon and salad please”…… No you not tell me what you want in kebab!, Frankly at this point all diplomacy went out the window, I don’t like the cunt, he is a tax dodging wanker and I suspect him of dry rodgering one of his hair dressing boys next door.
As Mrs B said it went from 0 to 100mph in 4 seconds, finishing with “fuck you I will take my order elsewhere” (never to return)
So why the fuck can’t a short order outlet actually fulfil a short order and not offer advice on how you should eat it? I am not asking for a dressing made from virgin’s’ tears, nor garnish harvested from the dark side of Everest, just simple requests that I am willing to pay for and if it tastes like shit, well that’s my problem.

Nominated by lord benny

I am nominating a cunt from Radio London (BBC of course) is a bit like shooting fish in a barrel, however…

Jo Good is the most whiny self centred leftard I have ever had the misfortune to have defecate down my aural passages in many years and truly deserves a full and proper cunting. She constantly bangs on about how she was once an “arctress” the only trace of which appears to her being the dopey bint that Rocket Rod gets to chat up in Only Fools where her acting ability appears to be limited to giggling inanely at nothing in particular.

Unfortunately I used to listen to this shit in the car occasionally as background noise until I actually started listening to the bollocks being broadcast. Her other pet loves are living in Marylebone or Marleybone as the cunts insist on pronouncing it and bizarrely Dogs but then I suppose every species to itself.

A lover also of Diversity, multi culti shit, communiteez, “Londoners “(euphemism for peacefuls) and generally all the shit that is wrong with this cuntry today but particularly the caliphate of Londonistan. Fellow cunters, tune in at your peril but feel free to cunt me if I’m wrong. I’m not.

PS. This is my first cunting and I don’t see a way of getting a picture of my Cunt on the cunting. I’ll leave it to the cunts at ISAC to sort that as I’m clearly a cunt.

Nominated by CuntKickerIn