Supposedly had hundreds of jokebooks compiled over his career. Pity they were all full of self effacing baron shite that wouldn’t even make a moron grin. All that “what….” after/ before getting to his dire punchlines and looking around for acceptance. Needs a punch up the throat even though the cunt is dead.
Good riddence to a dire excuse for a human piece of shite.
Nominated by: Dave Moor
Will Self encapsulates all that is most sickening in the modern left. He is sanctimonious and supercilious on any subject he is ever allowed to comment upon. His sneering contempt for any rebuttal to his position seems studied to make any normal person wish to take a brick to his face. That his views have been shown, time and again, to be wrong, and disastrous when allowed to be tried, has no effect upon his self absorbed psyche.
Will Self is worshipped by the Fat Carole’s at the council offices and the Tristrams at Uni. These people, who can only find joy in life through fucking over their fellow man, while trying to place a patina of respectability to their evil souls by espousing a doctrine they feel makes their actions somehow less reprehensible as it is “all for the greater good”; love Will Self as he is willing to be the obvious cunt they wish they had the balls to be.
The world will be a better place without Will Self, and an improvement will be if he could take his fans with him.
Nominated by: Cato
Nominated by: Norman
Apparently this poor love is so overworked that she (in her own words) can’t find the time to have something to eat… I am sure that there are those in full time and totally knackering jobs who feel so sorry for her… Everyone else seems to manage it, so what makes this silly cow so different? My old man worked 12 hour shifts fixing lorries, but he still got his dinner…
But one musn’t be nasty, must we? The poor petal mustn’t despair, because I’ve thought of a solution to her terrible starvation problem…. Elllie can spend less time squawking tuneless crap, posing for pictures like a trollop, and talking shit… Then she might find the time to learn how to use a sandwich toaster…. Simple, really….
Nominated by: Norman
The first ad break suggested that should my partner sneeze, cough, or laugh, she may possibly piss herself! Whilst I was informed I should be looking at a funeral plan.
Film continues, new add break. Now I never knew this, but when we take the dog out and she goes blackberry picking, its not so, she is having a sneeky shit behind a bush because she doesn’t take Imodium instants.
At this point my relaxing tickle my ribs entertainment has turned into a rather sinister, “Has she shat herself?” She laughed, “Should I check the sofa” (note to self plastic seat covers, before stair lift) then realising if I mention any of this, I have no funeral plan.
Well done target advertising, I’m off to see Dad’s army next week, fuck knows how you are going to spoil that one.
Nominated by: Lord Benny