A blue light with sirens cunting for these wastes of skin. Some dopey tart rang me today asking about the non-existent accident I had, where I was injured. Medical negligence, etc, etc. Fuck off slag! Why hang up before old CuntyMort’s sweary potty mouth gets emptied over your vacant skull? Fucking Premier League mongs who should be inhaling the delights of Zyklon B.
Oh, did I call them cunts as well? Good.
Nominated by CuntyMort