Zoe Ball has always annoyed me to the extreme, and since it is 8 years since she was cunted here (where curiously she got her two noms within 3 months of each other), it is high time to cunt this specimen, kicking and screaming, into 2017.
One of the more infuriating members of that whole 90’s TFI Friday/Priory Clinic ‘sleb crowd, she boils down to just another loud, vapid, talentless, shouty-cunty presenter in the same vein as Tess Daly, Cuntia Winkleman, Clare Balding etc etc. However, this well-worn slag has additional cuntitude by virtue of her being a home-wrecking drunken cunt who would rather spend her late forties dragging her grotesquely distended minge around London nightclubs than being a mother.
Her outpouring of woe for her recently-deceased latest squeeze – after knowing him for all of twenty minutes – rounded off what a colossal cunt she is.
Side-cunting for Johnny Ball for giving birth to such an omnicunt as Zoe.
Nominated by The Empire Cunts Back



