Well, this ‘filling the quota’ cunt has been slipped into my day-time listening this week, and never have I heard such an inept and awkward example of presenting a radio programme. He sounds as if he has severe autism.
Fuck off Dotun, fuck right off.
Nominated by: Cunt O’MaCunto
Bollocks they were. Overrated posh boys playing the rebel, beloved of the luvvies.
Go and fuck away off you cunts.
Always pleases me to hear that JJ Burnel knocked their cunt clean in. Good lad.
Nominated by: Dan
FFS! This has apparently voted the top punk album cover of all time. What a load of shite!
Some cunt with more money than brains smashing up a perfectly good guitar. It’s not original, matey – Pete Townshend thought of it first.
Still, better to listen to him smashing it than playing it.
Nominated by: ChasCMusic
What the fuck is all that about? They buy some shit piece of technology like an iPhone and then proceed to record a video of them taking it out of the box and explaining that you get a manual, a charger cable and a USB cable!
Fuck off, you plebs!
Nominated by: Billy Bollock’s Bollock
( Rather apt considering Osbourne’s ‘unboxing’ this afternoon? Sure to be absolute shit in his box! Ed. )
His supposedly eccentric, naked trampolining with his dog is all very quaint, until you remember why there are no bins on train platforms.
Murdering IRA cunt!
Nominated by: Norman
From shit pubs to shit “stout” Oirland has given us many things, and St Paddy’s Day is the absolute pits. Every March 17th plastics up and down England get to get dead drunk, shout, swear and sing “rebel songs” from the comfort of a town centre pub, safe in the knowledge Al-Qaeda or ISIL won’t gut them, a guarantee only made true by the hard work of British security services (which they say they hate).
And such is the hypocrisy on display when these lazy ass bastards, who profess to love Oiiirlannnd so much they can’t even be arsed to fuck off and live there and prefer instead to live here and mouth off about how much they “hate the fucking English”.
So we sensible folk look on, pity in our eyes, as these sad bastards – who profess to love their “spiritual home” so much yet will never know the joy of living there – make complete tits of themselves in naff green costumes serenaded by faux-traditional “music”.
One of the worst things about living in England is all the shit foreign customs we get to be “enriched” by, and St Paddy’s Day is the best (worst) example of that.
Nominated by: Colin Murray’s Brain
The fucking bogtrotters export their tedious national day and crappy stout all over the world. What amazes the fuck out of me is how non-Irish cunts lap it all up. Our own national day (Waitangi) passes by with nary a mention. Likewise St. Georges Day or American Independence.
But say the magic words ” St. Patrick” and presto fucking changeo every cunt suddenly thinks they’re in Dublin. Fake, boring and coming to a bar near you soon.
Nominated by: Kiwicunt