Quitting smoking

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Quitting smoking is a cunt…

I’m trying to quit again and its just fucking hopelessly difficult to do. I feel there’s a little satan over my shoulder going “Come on light up you know you want to, everything will be better buddy once you do” and theres a bit of truth to that.

Cigarettes does go good with music, drugs, sex,porn,coffee, relieves stress(kind of) and its a time killer when bored. If I didn’t have such terrible anxiety, depression and adhd I’m positive quitting smoking would be very easy to accomplish…

Nominated by: Titslapper

Grieving England Rugby Fans

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As I’m just back from Aussie, I confess to to a little unpatriotic fervour this morning on hearing that they knocked England out of the Rugby World Cup.

Let’s face it – England got hammered so it gives the griefjackers an opportunity to show just how distraught they are. Well, here’s my message to them all :

GET A FUCKING GRIP YOU CUNTS! IT’S ONLY A GAME!

Nominated by: Dioclese

Royal Mail

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I’m nominating the Royal Mail. In particular I’m nominating my new postman. Until two years ago, I had a great postman. He had Asperger Syndrome, but he was brilliant. He delivered the mail in good time every day, and it was in excellent condition. Then he was replaced by a female postie. She was pretty decent at the job. Not as good as her predecessor, but she did a good job.

Two weeks ago, she was replaced by a new postie. And he’s a cunt. Sometimes the mail arrives in the morning, sometimes it arrives at midday, sometimes in the early afternoon. Twice so far, it’s turned up at 6pm. After a recent downpour, I came home to find TWO letters, that were so wet, they fell apart when I tried to open them. I may have mentioned that I’m archer. On Monday, I ordered a piece of equipment called a bow square. It’s basically a ruler, and is used for various measurements. Anyway, my bow square arrived today. Shoved through the letterbox with such force, the dumb cunt bent it.

I collared the twat, only to be given a shrug of his apelike shoulders, and the mumbled words, ‘I’m just doing me job mate”. Well no, fuckwit, you’re not ‘just doing your job”, because you’re job is not simply to put letters and parcels through letterboxes, it’s also to ensure that the mail you deliver is the same GOOD FUCKING CONDITION that it was despatched in.

I went to this numbnuts’ sorting office and complained to the manager, who made it clear he couldn’t give a fuck. So now I’m taking it further. The Royal Mail is SHITE. I used to be against privatisation. Now I look forward to the day when we can choose which postal service we use. Because if the Royal Mail can’t even be bothered to look after the letters and parcels that we place in their ‘care’, then they don’t deserve a monopoly.

Incidentally, one of the two letters was regarding a hospital appointment, and the other contained my car insurance docs. I had to phone the fucking hospital to find out when my appointment was, and I’ve had to ask Aviva to send my copies of the documents. If this shite ‘service’ continues, I’m afraid I’m going to be punching this fucker’s lights out.

Nominated by: Quick Draw McGraw

Corrie

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Coronation Street deserves a good cunting.

Once a good show (about 40 years ago!) with endearing and interesting characters, it is now an all-out cuntfest. The stories are ludicrous: there’s a murder every other month, everybody has shagged everyone else, and it’s more like Ancient Rome than a Salford Street. The characters are also complete cunts. Tracy fucking Barlow has a body count bigger than Jack The Ripper (and she gets away with it every time!), Steve MacDonald is like a crap Stan Laurel (only he’s not funny!), that skinny drug dealer Callum is supposed to be scary (when he’s about as scary as Fingermouse!), her with the massive head playing 15 year old jailbait when it’s obvious she’s about 20 years old… Not to mention that little cunt with the curly hair who’s turned into a child psycho, Sally Webster is still a total cunt, Les Dennis (of all people) brought in for a ridiculous storyline (an impostor posing as his son as a joke, then his real son dies), Whining Gail still has no chin, that Scouse cunt, Craig Charles, former devil-child David Platt has turned into Cliff Richard. The list goes on…

I’ve noticed that McGuinness cunt is now in Coronation Street.

I watched an episode with my Mrs for the first time in ages the other day and I must say it has fallen so far below its 1970s heyday. A ludicrous story where a bunch of morons go camping in a field and meet McGuinnes playing something like a working class Bear Grylls (another cunt). Totally pointless, badly acted and just a way to get Paddy McGuinness time in the show. Utter bollocks…

Bring back Minnie Caldwell and Albert Tatlock.

I’d shag that Carla Connor though….

Nominated by: Norman

Management speak

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Management speak is hereby nominated for a good Cunting……

Before I saw the light it had been my great misfortune to be at some management meetings; fuck knows how I got roped in, made to wear a collar and tie, talk about a duck out of water.

Anyhoo. I thought senility had set in when I couldn’t follow some of the tossers. I understood all the words, but I’ll be fucked if I knew what they were on about. I give you some of the those that make the old eyelid twitch and the fingers long to be holding a cunting stick. Best grade one Cunting sticks are usually made from ash and are normally supplied with an optional attachment called a pick at the business end.

Prime examples of fucktard speak:

ballpark figure – Never wanted to own a ball park.
mission critical – Is it about to explode?
think outside the box- Not if you’re an opening bat facing Big Bird you don’t.
blue-sky thinking – Where I’d rather be than here.
there is no ‘I’ in team – *Mutter* “But there is in TIT!” (Which is why I don’t need to attend management meetings any more).
take it to the next level – Which apparently is not an invitation to engage in fisticuffs. (Ditto above).
put the toothpaste back in the tube – Which resulted in coffee snot and a one way ticket back to my lurry cab (showing my age there) and my card marked: ‘attitude issues’.

I’m sorry management I only speak English and a colloquial variant of Anglo Saxon at the best of times, you fuck-pig Cunts!

Nominated by: King Cnut