So if you’re a fat cunt, with rolls of excess flesh flopping about.
If Primark leggings simply aren’t big enough, but you force yourself into them anyway, to the disgust of normal size people.
If you haven’t seen your genitals for years, and fuck knows what your arse looks like after a shite ( no, don’t show me, please ) it’s all ok, because obesity is a disease.
No doubt you’ll be getting some kind of benefit, and probably a car. How fucking marvellous.
Why the fuck are we encouraging these grotesque land whales?
Nominated by Jeezum Priest.
A second helping provided by : Balsamic Dave
A righteous cunting, wholeheartedly seconded by me.
May I also offer Ricky Gervais’s absolutely razor sharp commentary on this exact subject: YouTube.
These lowlife expectancy’s are literally committing suicide.
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Honestly Sammy, you have to wipe your feet on the way out.
everything covered in fag ash,
empty pop bottles all over the floor.
Thing is , they know I’m coming.
No attempt to tidy up!
Because they have no self respect or personal pride.
They’ve grown up in shite,
it’s normal to them,
their parents were useless benefits slows too probably?
Everytime I take the money and think ‘ fuck that, not working for them again ‘.
Then do it.
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You must also hear and think of the word squelch when and if you’re wearing wellies in winter.
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I bet they haven’t even got a tasteful brass knocker cat head.
Saying that, neither did Cunt Engine. Honestly, I didn’t know where to look.
Doorballs
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Hahaha 😆
that’s brilliant.
you winning LL?
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Just about Mis, sticking to the mornings at the moment.
Those opal miners and gold hunters on the telly are tough bastards. Saying that if I was digging up $200 gram gold nuggets out of the ground id be a bit more motivated too in 45 degrees.
You well mate?
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A long time ago I used to deliver milk to people like that, Mis. They never washed the empty bottles out and only put them out once or twice a week. There were a lot of them too because they had a pile of kids that they got milk tokens for.
I left them all on the step until one day the fat and scruffy dole virtuoso came out and had a go at me. I told him that I wasn’t putting any part of my hands into those bottles until he washed the foul and putrid slime out of them. The dirty bastard didn’t like it but I wouldn’t back down so he had no choice.
I felt so sorry for his simple soul of a wife and for the children too. I bet they had a rough time at school.
I read some years later that he’d been put away for fiddling with one or more of his kids. To this day I sometimes wonder what became of them.
Around the same time I had a mate who used to do benefit fiddling visits on the same council estate. He told me that a lot of the malingering shits had a fridge by the armchairs in the front room so that they didn’t need to get up for cold beer when watching the telly.
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jesus.
The way some people live eh Isabel?
You probably already know,
but there’s certain warning signs to what a household is like.
overgrown messy garden with uncut grass and weeds.
curtains always closed.
And not sure why, ones with loads of signs ‘shut the gate,
no junk mail, post parcels round the back, no parking , your on camera’..
like fuckin auchwitz, orders everywhere.
Theyre always tapped in the head and probably hoarders.
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That’s bone idleness in the extreme, lsabel. They only buck their ideas up once they get to prison.
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