Phillip Schofield (6)

(Schofield, about to stab his wife in the back – Day Admin)

Handbags at the ready girls for an Oooooh-get-the-madam-,duckie cunting for make-up entombed nearly 60 year old “new boy” of the LGBTQXYZ “celebrity” world.

The mincing presenter of daytime (and evening) ITV shows has been given an award at the LGBTetcetc Awards for “bravely coming out” on live ladies TV last year.:

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What the fuck!. It must have been obvious years ago when he was a children’s TV presenter that he was an uphill gardener, and the fact that he has spent years doing wimminz things on TV every morning, as one of the girls, was also a very big clue.

However, apparently his adoring fans were shocked and surprised when he made the revelation on tarts telly last year, which tells you something about the dumb twats who park their arses in front of the TV in the mornings. What does the award look like, I wonder, a limp wrist crafted in gold?

Anyway, the audience at the event clapped and cried, and Phil (will he change his name to Phylis?) just cried. I imagine his wife of many years just cringed. Oh the emotion, duckie.

Nominated by: W.C.Boggs

 

53 thoughts on “Phillip Schofield (6)

  1. Must admit – this one had me stumped. I’ve alway suspected Phil was a rug munching fudge packer.

    I blame Al Beeb – all these years he was locked up in a broom cupboard, presenting childrens TV and all he had for company was Gordon the Gopher, whose had Phil’s right hand for company – probably finessed his fisting powers on the little thing.

    I do not believe for one second that his wife had no idea, surely on the odd occasion she did gobble him up she smell of shite on his bell end must have given something away.

    Though looking at his wife I’d take it up the back door but I’d pork his daughters, both at once.

  2. The minute I set eyes on him and his wife together, I said to Mrs Foghorn “She’s just camouflage for that fucking big Chutney Ferret. Look at him, if he’s not affected by the gayness I’ll eat my own cock”.

  3. Didn’t his “screen wife” and her god awful hubby put in an offer to buy a house, the offer was accepted but then they said drop the price or we don’t complete, apparently known as “gazundering” in the trade… They’re all the same, Emon and Rooth, all in it for the dosh.

  4. What boils my piss is that he was serving shitty dick to his poor bloody wife for years, filthy bastard. Poor women could have caught heaven knows what. Brave, brave the only brave thing that cunt did was bareback some rough trade on Putney towpath supposedly. Good idea for the fourth plinth a massive concrete cock and balls suitably adorned by Banksy inscribed with the names of all the brave slebs, politicians etc who were brave enough to exit the closet before they were shoved by disgruntled partners, rent boys etc.

  5. Now he got two daughters and a wife.
    As he look like one of them minty fresh, hairless ball bouncing ill do anything for a few bucks, types (anything) Because he a self professes fudge packer.
    You by default assume the other female in his marriage, would of got a wiff of some hairy groaner rear door lube on his shit stirrer.
    The wifey must of had more than a suspicion he was a cat flap when he was encouraging her to use the oversized strap-on to make the fucker spew his muck, looking at how proud of himself he was to out his rear end to the world. it was more than likely, a big deal on hard core daytime tv for a promotional stunt to get the fucker some more contracts to boost the family budget.

    I doubt looking at it he is a sender but more of a pillow biter!

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