Kani Toure

Signage for the UK government tax and customs department more commonly known as the HMRC in Whitehall, London.

Here is a French woman of African origin – she probably has an arse modelled on the boot of a 1951 Standard Vanguard Mk 1 – who is in need of a really good and painful cunting.

This monument to indolence started work with HMRC in 2019, and the following year she launches a campaign claiming “discrimination”, then the poor little thing went of work in 2021 due to “stress” (of course), and requested, with typical entitlement that she “wanted correspondence kept to a minimum – and only by email”.

Well,her employers sent eleven 11 emails over the course of the next month (that stress really lays you low honey child, innit), enquiring after her imaginary illnesses, then had the temerity to send her a birthday card – despite the lady’s strict instructions that she didn’t want to celebrate her birthday – so she did what any up-her-own-arse African woman would do and took HMRC to a tribunal, claiming “race and disability harassment” – and the stupid bastard judge AGREED with her claim saying sending that card “was unwanted conduct”.The old whore has now pocketed over £25,000 , £20,000 of which is for “injury to feelings”. If only ratings in the RN in my days at sea could have got £20k each time our parentage was questioned , for one example.

No doubt the old bag will be celebrating her win on donating the money to Oxfam or other charities which support de brothers and sisters back home. But she will probably gorge herself on Jaffa Cakes and dem red beans and rice.

Perhaps Reeves and Kendall should seek to make sure lazy cunts like her work, and don’t milk the tax payer, before they try to force white unemployed youths to fight in Kweer’s “coalition of the willing”, because they can’t get jobs because priority is given to trollops of colour, like Toure.:

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Nominated by W C Boggs.

106 thoughts on “Kani Toure

  1. Imagine speaking to her on “da telefon”:

    “Gibbs muh dat tax orsh you beez fined and levied a penaltee, bwahna”.

  2. A little O/T (but relevant to the state of this once-fair Land). Was perusing on my way home some nibbles to accompany a delicious beverage later. Amongst the KP nuts, crisps and other assorted tucker, I found a self-congratulatory packet of lentil chips virtuously announcing it was palm oil free, trans fats (surely transphobic that) and fucking HALAL COMPLIANT. 🤬🤬🤬 This wasn’t to reassure the native Brit that their food was free from barbaric, zero-animal-welfare-standards, ritualistic practices originating in 7th fuck kno where. It was to appease the ever growing curse of a belligerent, alien, hostile species in its aim to take over Europe that they can impose their ways right to down a sodding supermarket aisle amongst my favourite snacks. In East Anglia!!!

    Fuck me, I’m going to have to open my bottle early before I burst a blood vessel.

    Plod – arrest me on some trumped up charge for this post if you want. This is a broken country and your law means nothing.

    TL-DR – triggered by some fucking islamic crisps cos … the world in general 🔥🤮🤬🔥

  3. I remember, the Gorton Globetrotters had a hired football mercenary called Yaya Toure. A black cunt built like a brick outhouse. And he threw an immense eppy on a plane. Because he didn’t get a birthday cake off the club or off the flight staff.

    Fucking cunt. Self important childish treeswinger.

    • Evening Mis, anymore has been musicians irked you today. I thought you had turned into the Stockport tricky dickie with your shit list on the nominations page.

  4. 🎵I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
    I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
    But two o’clock has come again
    It’s time to leave this paradise
    Hope the chip shop isn’t closed
    Cos’ their pies are really nice
    I’ll eat in the taxi queue
    Standing in someone else’s spew
    Wish I had lipstick on my shirt
    Instead of piss stains on my shoes..
    🎵🎶

  5. Since kani’s been cunted, she’d have had a dozen death threats, deportation pending and all her windows smashed in. She’ll be wishing she hadn’t reported getting a simple birthday card.

  6. For her kinds of people to have earned that kind of money, she’d have had to work on the streets and be gang banged incessantly for very long periods of time. She should thank her lucky stars.

  7. O/T, can’t help but think. We die of poverty / war / shite working conditions / Muslims.

    Chimpy Charlie plays a tune on a fucking carrot..!

    Fight for your country..

    Who’s TWATTING country.

    Not fucking mine…!

    It’s his, we own fuck all….!!!!!!!!

  8. OT. The BBC being hilarious again.

    They say ‘The love for Val Kilmer shines through.’
    Errr… One crawly tribute from one past it Top Gun actress.

    Funny, because everyone else says Kilmer was a cunt.

    • The Beeb also say Kilmer ‘pretended to bark demands on the Top Gun set.’

      I suppose he ‘pretended’ to bark demands and treat other people like shite on all the other film sets he worked on, eh?

      He was a cunt.

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