And the barbecue cunts are out again…
You know the ones… Total knobcunts who get out the barbecue as soon as it hits 20 odd degrees… They have a load of cunts round ‘to mine’… The daft tarts screech and talk blabbering crap, they play shite music, there’s idiot offspring and screaming toddlers, and the ‘new man’ cuntmong who suddenly ‘takes over’ when it’s ‘barbi time’… Said cunt talks very loudly in a ‘Look at me! I’m in charge!’ way with all that ‘Order up!’ and ‘It’s ready, guys!’ millenial speak shite… Fucking damn cunts….
Nominated by Norman
What the fuck is it with barbies?
Went into the garden yesterday to get a bit of peace and quiet and what do I get…fucking arseholes across the drive firing up the barbie, putting up smoke signals that send the local Yanks panicking tbat the indians are coming, and the overwhelming stench of lighter fuel.
Then to top it off they put up a kiddies paddling pool in the front garden. So we get all the screaming brats while the parents piss it up around the back. And what a peadophile’s photo op to boot. In my day it was called lowering the tone. Common as fucking muck. Irresponsible parenting. Simply not done.
You want a barbie? Then fuck off to Australia and leave us all in peace.
Neighbours with barbies? Fuck ’em…
Nominated by Dioclese



