Multicultural London English

 

A cunting for “that accent”

Welcome to the Yoookay bro

What the fuck is this shit that we are increasingly subjected to? Where is it from and what the fuck is it supposed to be?

There is no escaping this horrendous accent. Whether it’s on the telly, the radio or anywhere else you can think of in this shit hole of a country.

Whatever happened to the traditional local accent?

“Beebeeceeee Faaaav Laaav”
“Skaaaa Sports”
“Diss Plazma telly iz Only faaaaav naaaan naaaan at Currreeeeez”

Hearing tracksuited little fucking scroats the length and breadth of the country mumbling in this gibberish with their hands on their cocks, is piss boiling.
Doesn’t matter if they’re from London, Birmingham, Leicester or Manchester – it’s alway the same.

“A can’t laaaa bro you get me fam innit”

It’s bad enough that it is degenerate but the clowns in the media seem to love it and can’t wait to employ some cunt who talks like it in order to inflict it on the rest of us.

The worst part of all of this is the white cunts (particularly Premier League football types) who also talk like it. Why you stupid bastards?

It’s probably just another symptom of the Yoookay”s journey down the drain and into the sewer.

A can’t laaaaaa – Fuck off you Cunts, and learn to talk English properly while you’re at it.

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N0minated by Herman Jelmet.

84 thoughts on “Multicultural London English

  1. Just a cotton picking minute, speaking like Uncle Remus might be quite fun! I can understand youngsters wanting to recapture the magic of the Deep South. Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah. How do you do? Pass the water melon, boss.

    • Yes that’s the ticket.

      Just like that blek slave they had in the now banned Far Right cartoon series Tom & Jerry.

      That bugger always ended up stood on a stool screaming in that dreadful patois.

      Quite right too.

      • fancied a indian.😃

        carried him off like he was a jaffa cake or something.

        wouldnt stand a chance would you?

        hope he passed out before it ate him alive.

      • That’s what should happen to, say, baby rapists like that Jamie Varley pædọ. They could be temporarly protected with cloth armour and tumbled into a tiger’s enclosure. Then the tiger could have fun unwrapping his fleshy present.

  2. Tickets to see the Bayeux Tapestry have gone on sale.

    I wonder how the British Museum are going to shoehorn w*gs into 11th century England?

    Maybe King Harold was really struck in the eye by a rogue chicken bone.

    • Funny, how there is a lack of treeswingers on the famous Norman artifact. After all, they were here ‘first’, and they built and guarded Hadrian’s Wall. It’s a well known fact.

  3. I despise how laziness and chav shite has crept into the English language.
    The other week, I saw an advert on one of those light up boards in Manchester City Centre. It was for an insurance company. And, it had a bloke with a high court judge’s wig on it. But the words on it? Straight up, it said, ‘In the past, we may have been too judgey.’ Judgey? Fucking Judgey?!! And, this is a law firm. How hard is it to say Judgemental? Disgraceful crap.

    I hate anything like that. Mac Cheese. It’s easy, just say Macaroni, you lazy mouthed pigs. And, all that wigga shite… Famz, Hollybobs, Wifey… Only scum speak like that.

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