The Unwashed
People who don’t wash deserve a nomination to ISAC.
All homes have a bathroom so there is no excuse. An elderly woman and her obese daughter were seen and smelt (from a long distance) in Tesco this morning. They didn’t just hum, they sang out loud. You could’ve cut through their long lingering reek with a knife. They both need to be fumigated. Dirty cunts.
Nominated by Mystic Maven
A jack of all trades, master of none cunting please for that slimy egregious ex-politician, and EU arse-wiper, (and part-time “editor” of London’s evening newspaper , The Standard, among his other half dozen jobs), Gideon Call-me-George Osborne, who gave one of the most oleaginous self-indulgent interviews of his fifth rate career on Radio 4’s Today programme this morning (Dec 22nd), considered so important by the Tony Hall/James Purnell BBC that the interview was conducted yesterday (lots of time to edit out anything embarrassing) by none other than David Dimbleby. Why not let John Humphries get at him – live?.
I can’t willingly listen to it again but it is available on the BBC Listen Again thing-ma-bob for 29 further days. It starts at 8.08 after the news.
Essentially it was all about Osborne’s view on Brexit, but the most sour of sour grapes were reserved for his resentment that he got sacked from the cabinet. Everything the man writes in his comic or comes out of his mouth as bile amounts to his anger that his miniscule “talent” wasn’t recognised.
I am sure there is a job for him somewhere – perhaps with Dad’s paint and wallpaper company. I am sure a friendly decorator would take him on as his boy (and if he wouldn’t I am sure Mangledbum would turn the other cheek).
What a pampered , preening motherfucker the little shit is.
Nominated by W. C. Boggs
Jack Shepherd
This is the disgraceful, cowardly cunt who killed a young girl in the Thames when he took her for a night time jolly in his shabby little speedboat; a boat which he had purchased with the sole intent of ‘impressing the ladies’.
Found guilty of manslaughter by gross negligence by the court – in his absence because he was too chicken shit scared to face the girl’s family – and has been on the run ever since.
Now it turns out that EU Law means he is perfectly entitled to appeal the decision despite being a fugitive, even though he has never had the balls to attend the court and put his case in person.
https://www.msn.com/en-gb/news/uknews/bungling-police-who-failed-to-confiscate-his-passport-havent-got-a-clue-where-speedboat-killer-jack-shepherd-is-despite-him-being-in-contact-with-his-london-lawyers-from-on-the-run/ar-BBRMkVs?ocid=spartanntp
Even worse, the whole sad affair is funded by legal aid (£93,292 to date) and his lawyers – despite communicating regularly with the little twat – ‘have absolutely no idea where our client is’.
Difficult to express or imagine how painful the loss of their daughter must have been in any case, but to have their noses rubbed in it by this fucking weasel really does lift his behaviour to the height of cuntishness.
Plenty of other cuntings to go around as well: the Met Police and CPS who didn’t think to confiscate his passport, and whichever cunts are helping him avoid the not-so-long arm of the law.
A New Year nomination for this cat-shagging, cock-sucking little dirtbox (and whichever reality TV cunts give him his first break when he does finally break cover).
Bastard.
Nominated by Gunner Sugden
Our New Model Army
Difficult to type with a mouth full orf puke but will man up and get on with it. Latest MOD brainwave to transform the forces into a new and inclusive body orf individuals is to recruit snowflakes and druggies. Can take it up the arse and up a vein? Then Your Country Needs You. Sign on the dotted line (or virtually if of special needs) and gain access to some pretty hard core weaponry. You Know It Makes Sense (or was that an earlier campaign). Man Hugs promised before and after every firefight sweethearts.
So it has come to this. Blighty has fucked Napoleon and Hitler, screwed the Argies and assorted camel shaggers, continues to piss orn the Ruskies and all by the skin orf our teeth time after time. But now withoit a shot being fired the forces have lost their bolloxs courtesy Cunts in the Ministry and a bunch orf pooftahs in advertising.
With a New World Order and New Enemies plus plenty orf the Usual Suspects our New Model Army stands ready to embrace all races and creeds, all sexual orientations and none. So inclusive that we are no longer able to tell our allies from our enemies so we offer counselling to both.
A word orf advice to today’s Lads and eh…. Lassies from an old cunt who has done his bit: save your last bullet for yourselves and keep one up the spout for poor old Blighty. Posthumous counselling will be available once Cromwell stops spinning in his grave.
Nominated by Sir Limply Stoke
Lack of sleep is a cunt. I am currently running on around about three hours sleep as a result of once again not managing to fall asleep for ages. It doesn’t happen regularly enough that I’m an insomniac, but it happens regularly enough that it’s a bloody horrible cunt.
Nominated by Opinionated Cunt