East Grinstead

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East Grinstead deserves cunting… Apparenty it’s now going to be home to that uber-tit Tom Cruise, and guess what??! It’s full to overflowing with a load of seriously loony/twisted religious set-ups – not just scientology. and, on the feminism topic, another little Emma Watson item…

“War, disease, crime and arse-banditry, Harry Potter novels, distress of nations, perplexity, dribbling gibberish and Iain Duncan-Smith will increase until the Archbishop of Cunterbury seals Emma Watson’s box

“. According to the Panacea Society (patent holders of Dr. Melveau’s Portuguese Female Pills), the box is often seen at a lay-by somewhere between Towcester and Daventry.

Or something like that…

Nominatedby: HBelinda Hubbard

BT

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BT corporation …is a cunt.

Have an ex-directory number a caller preference, but still get nuisance calls. Complain and no joy, HOWEVER, we (BT) can sell you a nuisance call blocker phone for 50 quid or a quad set for 100 quid which will block up to 100% of nuisance calls. So;

They have the technology, or have they?

You have to enter a full contact list? Life just keeps getting shorter.

Up to 100% = 0.0 x 10∞% to 100%. Crafty piss poor math cunts.

They make money from theses nuisance calls.

BT you is a CUNT!

Nominated by: King Cnut

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Dog The Bounty Hunter

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I nominate the yanky shitstain ‘Dog The Bounty Hunter’ who by his own admission via his website state 70% of the people he’s caught has been accomplished by other yanky cowards dobbing them in. What a long haired, muscle-bound guud ole boi.

Double cunt, twat and fanny stabberrr.

Nuthin but an ex-con, born again gowd bother ma lord. Smote him and his slut wife. Now take all that yanky dollar he gowt fur his troubles then he can git a decent haircut. Ahrmen.

Nominated by: Donkey Kongs Balls

Anyone whose real name is Duane can’t be that hard…

Golf [2]

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I’ve lost all interest in golf (not that I ever really had any…) since, when I was a kid, I was out walking on the local GC with my Dad, and got bawled out by some old… fuck only knows… a monstrous THING in a tweedy skirt, apparently I’d kicked “its” ball out of the way…

As my Dad said, we were walking in the rough, so the thing must have been a fairly crap shot. I still wonder if it was a so-called “Lady golfer”, or maybe just a rather unpleasant-looking tv… (Lady golfers normally seem to wear trizers like Rupert the Bear’s).

And didn’t that red-head splosher, formerly married to the paedo-Andrew, live on the edge of a golf course? Did that make her the 20th hole, or the 21st…

Nominated by: HBelinda Hubbard