Selfie Storm Takers


Storm selfie takers are cunts. Risking themselves just to score some points on tik tok or facebook.

https://uk.news.yahoo.com/storm-dudley-eunice-met-office-warns-brits-against-taking-storm-selfies-150937666.html

Not that I care if these arseholes kill or injure themselves, but it’s the emergency services who have to waste their time aiding these cunts who I feel for.

(Very short nom but it’s topical and might bring some light relief for those dealing with Eunice, so we allowed it. – NA)

Nominated by: mystic maven

59 thoughts on “Selfie Storm Takers

  1. In the words of Bruce Forsythe “Nice to see you, to see Eunice”

    As for the selfie idiots. Zero fucks given should they end up in the sea or blown onto a rail track, or even better crushed by a tree they’re standing under for a “look at me, ain’t I cool” pic

    For that very corny play on words, go to the back of the class, face the wall and think about what you’ve done – NA.

    • Anyone going out to coastal areas or clifftops in extreme weather are to be encouraged.

      Its what made this country great.

      Stupidity in the face of danger.
      From the charge of the light brigade to Rod Hulls roof top antics,
      I salute them.
      Make something of yourself!
      Feel alive!

      Get on the church roof with a tin hat on during a thunderstorm.

      Climb in the bear enclosure at the zoo and flick its balls while it slumbers.

      God made you stupid.
      Show the world!🇬🇧🇬🇧

      • Mnc@ – Exactly Sir – eccentricity is what made us great, reminds me of one bizarre job I had, I was a naked lion tamer! (No, me – not the fkin lion!)
        “Claude Balls” was my stage name..
        Yes, I’m off – no need to throw all those rain soaked coats at me you bunch of knaves! 🏃‍♂️
        Had to negotiate round loads of roadworks barriers on the bike ride earlier, they had been ripped up from down the road and “redistributed” all over the track, and accosted by several pieces of tree etc – it was top fun! 😀👍☠

      • As you imply Mis, Life is all about taking risks. No risk means no change and we would still be living in caves. I rode a motor cycle rather too fast and only gave it up after I woke up in hospital with a couple of hours memory gone for ever. I moved on to flying a light aircraft. Frightened myself almost shitless a few times but only gave it up when I ran out of cash and then had stents installed. Still enjoy dicing with other drivers when out in the car, especially on wet roads. I once attended a social event with my wife where all the guests were accountants and their spouses. A guy asked me what I did for fun and when I said I flew a single his next question was; “What if the engine fails?”. I think he played bridge for excitement. Also have heard a Health and Safety bod going ape-shit about people who kept knives and forks in the same compartment in the cutlery drawer at home! Oh well, boring bastards everywhere I suppose.
        Take care all!

      • Christ there are some characters on ISAC! A horologist cum naked lion tamer?! Did you ever hear of such a thing?

      • Hehehe 😀👍
        More characters on here Arfur than One flew over the cuckoo’s Nest!

        Only me an thee thats sane,
        And ive my doubts about us😁

      • Playing bridge for excitement…
        We’ll, I remember an evening after a a couple of hours bridge with some older friends, my ex and I were betting on whether or not the bloke would beat his wife up for fucking the game up.
        He took it REALLY seriously.

  2. Fuck storm selfie-takers; you should have cunted storm-namers. I understand naming hurricanes because of the sheer death and destruction they cause (same reason I named by penis Eric Slagghammer) but naming storms is fucking lame as it imbues the thing with more power than it actually has (kind of like basing an entire global pandemic around a bad case of the sniffles).

    • Apparently they now name storms so the little thick people can understand and take notice. Patronising cunts!

      • ‘the little thick people’

        Americans? I think you’ll find they’re enormously fat.

    • I spat in Eunice’s face in defiance.
      HA.

      Obviously it blew straight back in my beard,
      But I let my feelings be known.

      • Reminds me of being a 13yr old scruffy git on a P&O from Dover during stormy weather and going out on the deck and pissing into the wind.

        Being all but 90lbs I could have been blown away. Fucking imbecile.

      • A bunch of us used to do amateur radio contests from a 2,500′ hill top in radnorshire. You could stand with your feet apart, lean back against the wind, have a piss and it didn’t land within sight! Probably landed on some twat’s head down in Presteigne.

      • I remember some 30 years ago watching as some filthy w** blew her nose into the gutter. A gust of wind blew it all down the front of her sari, I didn’t know whether to heave or piss myself laughing.

      • Moggie, you should’ve pissed… It would probably have washed the snot off her sari…

  3. The only good thing about the selfie stick, or as we call them here the ‘Wand of Narcissus’ is they make excellent lighting rods!

  4. Well that turned out to be a real disappointment, didn’t it? I’m not aware of a single Darwin Award winner being washed out to sea or having a tree land on his head. Eunice? Eunuch more like.
    As for the naming of storms, hunker down and stay safe people, because next week Britain is going to be battered by Breeze Fuckwit, Gust Gobshite then Barely Perceptible Waft of Air Hogwash.

    • I did read that thirteen people drowned after falling down a well at a wedding party in India. C’mon Britain, YouTube immortality awaits!

      • Ding doing dell
        Indians down a well

        (from Fiddler’s Book of Rhymes for Nasty Little Cunts)

  5. The warnings from the Media, ‘wind gusts of 90 to 100 mph, watch out for flying debris’, thank fuck they are on our side 😂

  6. Danger selfies are the modern day equivalent of playing chicken with the Inter City 125.

    Only difference is we were kids. Yes, I did it a few times but I was about 8 or 9.

    These morons are adults.

    Although the panic over this slight breeze is well OTT.

    It’s not Hurricane Katrina ffs.

    • Oh god yes CB! We used to do that on the railway lines at the back of our old school during the lunch hour when I was thirteen or fourteen. Happy days!

    • I used to walk home from the city centre along the Midland Mainline in Leicester after a session. In years I never saw a single train and never gave them a thought until I was almost splattered by a suspiciously quiet goods train at 3 o’clock one morning.

      • Cats vermin?

        I wouldn’t say that too loud around ’em.

        They see us humans as slaves and as a territorial object to be scent marked you know (but they like us too).

      • Like us? If my cat had opposable thumbs he’d have ripped my throat out and eaten my face an hour ago!
        Apparently, I wasn’t getting his grub into his dish fast enough!

      • Talking of cats and vermin, has ANYONE seen these fabled “toilet rats the size of cats? Most of the media photos look like pet rats, and the cats look sus like kittens.

        I pity anything that tries breaking and entering via Fiddler’s khazi, after one of his Guinness and pie nights…

    • Yes Vern, I had to anchor the bin lid with a bungee cord, the constant rattle as the wind blew it open and shut really got on my last nerve.
      I must admit I was hoping for some Darwin award winners, but no such luck.

      • JP@ – Random one here, but I have invented a bin closure thingy – a plastic strap which is fixed to the bin lid, need the lid kept closed from weather, thieving fox types etc, just undo it and attach the magnet on it to another magnet on the bin body, the bin lid stays closed – dirt cheap, easy to manufacture and it works!
        This time next year Rodney we’ll all be millionaires! 😀

  7. It blew my neighbours fence down, which serves them right for trying to save money with a DIY job.
    No sympathy, it’s a fucking eyesore.

    • I spent half the afternoon chasing six by six fence panels around the garden at our daughter’s place before they went through the fucking windows! Wasn’t surprised, they were installed by her ex who couldn’t organise a fuck in a brothel.

  8. That daft cunt in the header pic looks to me like he needs washing back to where he came from. Only wish the rest of his family was with him. With his current I.Q. level he has no business being here!

  9. It were rubbish.
    Call that a storm?!!!!
    I was hoping for overturned cars and people clinging to chimneys with theyre drawers blown off.

    Just a wet fart.
    And id stockpiled pasta and bog rolls hoping to cash in.

    • Nice day for getting the washing dry though. Without having to put some £20 in the leccy meter to run that now dreaded tumble dryer for an hour or so!

    • UT@ – Exactly Unkle – it rather smacks of a lack of effort to me!
      Not a single flying carpet blown off course..

  10. It’s a pity one of my errant roof tiles from yesterday didn’t smash into the face of one of these Darwin Award wannabes. And giving stupid fucking childish names to a storm that took half my roof off a taking the piss.

    • Yes, the French preventing them from launching. There’ll be shed loads tomorrow, all demanding back dated benefits on the grounds that they were expected yesterday.
      What the fuck are we paying the French border control for, exactly?
      Extra Brie and baguettes?

      • JP@ – And if the soap dodgers can prevent the parasites leaving if the weather is bad they can clearly prevent them leaving any other time.
        Any more of their lip they stand the serious chance of me invading!

  11. I encourage people fond of likes on social media to get out there and take selfies.

    You’re doing the human race a favour.

  12. I always get a laugh when some selfie taking dipshit falls off one of the levada trails in Madeira.

    For some reason they are always German and the body usually takes a couple of days to recover.

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