Dead Pool [286]

Congratulations to Harold who correctly predicted the demise of Rock and Roll legend known as the Queen of Rock and Roll Tina Turner who has died in Switzerland aged 83 following a long illness and just months after she lost her only second and last surviving son.

On to Deadpool 286

The rules:

1)Pick 5 famous cunts you think will conk out next.No duplicates and it is first come first serve.You can always be a cunt and steal someone elses nominations from the previous pool.

2)Anyone who nominates the worlds oldest man or woman is a cunt who we will ignore.

3)It must be a famous cunt we have heard of.

4)No swapping picks mid pool unless already taken.

5)Hits are awarded based on the chronology of death reporting not necessarily in chronological order of death.

59 thoughts on “Dead Pool [286]

  1. Cliff ‘Noncing Colostomy Bag wearer! Richard
    John ‘I swallow Cliffy’s spunk’ McElynn
    Roy ‘I wish I could have Christmas shoved up my asshole’ Wood
    Mia ‘Pink oboe player’ Khalifa
    Samantha ‘still awesome’ Fox

  2. Welll done Harold

    Group Captain John Hemingway DFC
    Flight Lieutenant John Cruikshank VC
    Glynis Johns
    Mohamed Al-Fayed
    Sandy Gall

  3. Jilly Cooper
    Joanna Plastic-Bumley
    Camillaaah, “Queen” of the cotswolds
    Ton Koopman
    Daniel Barenboim

  4. In there Harold.

    RIP Tina. Fucking great in ‘Tommy’. And yes, I would have in her younger days. Beyonce is but a bad imitation (and a cunt).

    Patsy King (Prisoner Cell Block H governor)
    Andy Taylor (Duran Duran guitarist)
    Ann Blyth (American actress)
    James Bolam (Likely Lad and miserable cunt)
    Gordon McQueen (swashbuckling Leeds, Man United and Scotland centre half)

    • Sorry, George has already bagged Bolam.
      So I will nominate Anne Reid instead (Val Barlow from Coronation Street).

    • Bolem a miserable cunt? Nail on head Norman. Worked with the bastard and have yet to meet anyone (including me) who likes him. Whinge whinge, pay me more, want me to do some press and publicity fuck off, want me to rehearse for an hour in the morning because I am fucking up the show, fuck off, pay me more.
      Recall with savage pleasure the night the costume girls took their revenge. Cunt always made a stink about his costume so came the night the girls gave him freshly washed but very wet tights. It was a Shakespeare type play so he had a choice, wear the tights or go on with his thin pasty white legs. So the cunt went on in saturated tights bagging up around his bollocks. Had a hissy fit during the interval, costume girl dried the tights on him with a hair dryer. Burnt his bollocks. Much hopping around and apoplectic whinging by Bolem and complaints that nobody was listening to him and just laughing. Fair play to the lead actor, that part was true. Come the end of the run the tosser just fucked off without so much as a farewell to anyone. Custom and practice for management to put a bottle of chilled (cheap) champers in the dressing room of the lead actor for the final night. Did I fuck. The costume girls got that.

      • Oh yes and for months after the engagement his agent bombarded the office demanding more money. Chesus wept. Bolem? Never again.

      • I heard he was a cunt, Sir Limply.
        His wife was pretty tasty though. She played Jerry Booth’s Mrs in the early Coronation Street.

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