is a cunt.
Ivy, who has chosen not to disclose her full name ( but is ok with having her photo published ) , is a mum of three from Hinckley, who says that scrapping the two child benefit cap would ” change her life ” as she would be able to feed her family without having to use a food bank.
A few observations.
First, she doesn’t look like she’s missed a meal in her life, and fuck me, someone fell into that three times without a safety harness?
Also, she’s obviously a benefits claimant, as the removal of the cap has no impact on parents who support their families without State aid.
She can vote, although probably doesn’t. There needs to be some kind of step back in time that only allows tax payers to vote, or some kind of IQ test has to be passed.
It’s plainly obvious that the wider implications of allowing benefit payments for every child has completely passed her by. I do wonder if the push to have a child labelled with ADHD might slow down, though probably not until the Motorbility scheme is overhauled.
Dear me, is this the best the media can find, to spin the straw of the recent budget into gold?
Nominated by Jeezum Priest and seconded by Odin below.
I would like to second this cunting.
Purely because the fragrant (BO, chip fat and knock ofF Marc Jacobs) Ivy is in possession of numerous shit tattoos and eyes that suggest she is seeing someone else, other than the scatter who lives with her, but claims to be NFA.
Get a fucking job, Ivy. You fat, cross eyed, Labour Voting , benefit breeding cunt.
Anyone have Gil Gerrard in the dead pool?
‘Bidi-Bidi-Bidi. You’ve croaked, Buck.’🤖
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You forgot to take the opportunity to mention how you’d have liked to have stuck one up Erin Grey, Norman.
Everything alright? 😄
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Oh aye, Cuntemall. ErIn Gray in 1981. Get in there.
And, the villainous Princess from Buck Rogers, Pamela Hensley.
https://www.facebook.com/groups/718901718485887/posts/1978159765893403/
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Oh, I’m not bad today, Cuntemall. Thanks pal.👍
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OT, from Bruno Fernandes…
‘I’d like to play in Spain or Italy’
I’d like you to play on Mars, you fucking shithouse.
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I would reassure ‘Ivy’ with those famous three little words…..
‘You fat cunt.’
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OT, but maybe not completely so. Further evidence as if it were needed of what a bunch of cunts our politicians are. I’ve posted before of how they have fucked up the A418 north of Aylesbury by installing humps and chicanes desired by no-one but them. I Drove through there at 3:00 pm. Ambulance, blues and twos, stuck in the traffic going nowhere courtesy of the chicanes. Some poor sod literally could die. I’m sure my elected representatives don’t give a fuck.
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When this tattooed slob says, “It would change my life”, does she mean she can take her half-cáste kids Chardonnay, Desmond, Connor, and Kylie to Nando’s thrice a week?
Might I suggest the salad, you indolent heifer.
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I hear that Ivy split up with her previous fella because he made a disparaging comment about her size.
He climbed aboard one night, and just before entry, asked her if he could turn the light out.
“Why? Do you want it to be more romantic? She asked.
“Nah” he said “the light bulbs burning me fucking arse!”
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Maybe ‘Ivy’ is actually Adele.
You know, the one key squawking chav chanteuse.
Her latest treeswinging ‘fellah’ has dumped her, and she’s pigged out on Maccy Dees, Greggs, Maltesers and boxes of red wine.
This is the result. Oh, Lordy! It’s the Fat Slags!
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