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.

13 thoughts on “Multicultural London English

  1. “Fuck off you Cunts, and learn to talk English properly while you’re at it.”

    This last sentence was precisely ten words too long.

  2. I’ve interviewed and rejected people before simply for failing to speak English correctly (leeway is given for Poles). Even the merest hint of a patois is grounds for a thumb down.
    Doubtless the increase of nonsensical ways of talking mirrors the steep decline in book-reading and the sharp increase in nıgģerfication of modern society.

    • Indeed arfur, to recite again the quotation from Christopher Hitchens on this matter:

      “If you can’t talk properly you can’t think properly”

      They are surplus waste, easy to identify and chuck in the landfill.

    • I don’t speak sooty.
      I always reply with a polite
      “what?”
      I’m.not playing, your from the northwest of England not south Central LA
      or Kingston Jamaica.

      Grow up you cunt.
      And talk dead lovely like I do.😁

  3. I’m pleased to say that ghetto monkey noises largely pass me by as I speak English and rarely have to converse with simian primates.

    And there was me thinking the worst crime committed in spoken English is the incorrect use of ‘less’ instead of ‘fewer’.

    Innit.

    • Your good fortune Geordie is to be resident in the region with by far the lowest proportion of ethnics in England.

  4. The meeja uses it for voiceovers on all radio ads for MuckD’s, so they’re clearly, purposely aware of it and know who it appeals to. Like the CIA in the States used ‘rap’ to break down wholesome white teenage 80s culture, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if the BBC had their hands in promulgating this here. Radio 1 is literally 24/7 oooga booga brraaap gibberish, most of it blanked out for swearing Oh for the days when everyone on TV and Radio spoke like Penelope Keith, RIP.

  5. Not to worry, once our new leader, the monolith headed scouser andy takes charge, we will all be speaking Mancunian..

    Hail great leader..

  6. My late father who lived in North West London called this appalling creation, Cuntish or Fuckwit appears to have its roots in that other eloquent dialect Jafakin.
    On my rare visits to that once English city I find myself bombarded with a plethora of weird languages plus numerous people speaking Cuntish or fuckwit. The best bit was when the owner of the newsagents at the bottom of the street I was born in asked me to repeat my request as he did not understand me!
    The whole country is awash with speakers of Cuntish and Fuckwit small wonder the kids can’t get jobs, the worse thing is I’ve heard people in the 40’s spouting the same gibberish, think they would have grown out of it by then. If someone addresses me in Cuntish or Fuckwit I just stand there and maybe catch one word out of twenty, I did once ask a speaker if he was speaking Comanche. Fuck the lot of them

  7. We should start a competition like those house give away raffles.

    The star prize is a trip to Kingston, Jamaica.

    The tie breaker is the dumbest sounding Jafaican accent employed by an unemployable white chav cock clutcher.

    The surprise is that all entrants get to win the star prize and the trip is one way.

    If you want to talk like a thick as pigshit Yardie gangsta, you can fucking live with them.

  8. It all depends on what one’s preferences are. On sporting events I always have the sound turned off because of all the prattle that’s unnecessary because I can see what’s going on without anyone having to tell me. This has been going on for decades and living alone I wouldn’t know anything different. I only watch the action and don’t listen to anyone’s preferences.

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