is a cunt.
Our ever vigilant bunch of old women in government, local and national, are concerned that “recycling” remains stubbornly at 45%, where it has been for several years, so they have come up with a ripping new wheeze: From March 31st paper must be separated from cardboard, but hand on – what about those flimsy post cards we sometimes receive from exotic locations like Southend, or even somewhere more exotic like Luton?. Those sometimes very thick paper adverts insurance companies like to send out. Paper sack or cardboard sack?. What a decision to make – fuck it, let’s just dump everything in a black plastic sack and then recycling will fall. I couldn’t be bothered to fuck about and I doubt many people will:
Nominated by W.C. Boggs.
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Ive just split my head open.
Low doorway,
Because architects think everyones built like R2D2.
Claret running down my bald nut.
All over my hands.
Went an dropped off the labourer who seemed suspiciously lacking in sympathy and went to morrisons to get the dog some pork ribs.
Got some right funny looks!!
Pensioners moving out of my way,
Didnt reply to my cheery Hello👋
Toddlers hiding behind mummys skirt
Dont let jihadi john get me mummy!
Had to go in the khazi and wash of the blood.
Ive coated the top of my slightly misshapen nut in Germolene.
That cures everything from splinters to bowel cancer.
Throbs a bit.
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Nah, what it is Mis, architects design stuff for normal size people like me.
Seriously though, I’m sorry to hear that. Injuries sustained at work are a pisser. I once went to fix some kit in a big railway signal control centre in Slough. The box was in a 6′ rack with a heavy glass door. When I opened the door the top hinge disengaged and the door smacked me in the face so hard it drew bood. The guy sitting at the desk beside the rack said flatly; “Yeah that happened to the last guy who opened that door.” I guess he couldn’t be bothered to mention it to me beforehand, dull cunt.
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TCP mate, I am a big fan of TCP.
I fucked myself up some years ago, My grandads first aid kit was in the house and I dropped a prop shaft on my hand when I was changing the clutch on the landrover.
I went in and had a shuffle trough some very Victorian jars and found one that said Iodine, there was some kind of brown shit like marmite in it, I shoved that in the hole, fucking ran round the garden screaming, put my hand under the garden tap on full blast trying to ease the pain.
Once it had calmed down to an electric drill sensation I went and read the label.
The bottle had once contained Iodine crystals, and it suggested one crystal to so many parts water.
I had shoved fuck knows how many crystals (in paste form) in the wound, it hurt more than the prop shaft landing on it,
Bit on the bright side no infection, I still have that scar.
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Some of you may know that at one point I faced amputation of one of my limbs (leg but it works now).
Any way I thought about claiming the amputated limb on religious grounds then either burying it in someone’s garden and tipping of the police, or sticking it in someone’s bin.
That would have been fun.
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Hahaha 😂
Leave it wrapped in brown paper in a kebab shop.
Then phone the police
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QUISLING Starmski’s doesn’t want to upset the Muslim… Gutless cunt..!
https://www.gbnews.com/politics/politics-news-latest-nigel-farage-reform-zack-polanski-greens-keir-starmer-labour-kemi-badenoch-tories
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We should live in a box of our choice and leave all the rubbish in the house, until the council decide to sort out what goes in which box. Or we could simply live with the rubbish until a decision is made. Thought I’d pull another spin on things. It’s a long day for one subject, or have I simply banged my head also.
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I have just had a little caddy for household food waste delivered starting in April. Lincolnshire is apparently a pilot scheme so other cunters might be getting one at some point unless you already have something similar. Not everyone has room for a love dungeon like Cunt Engine to get rid of their food scraps.
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