They’ve long since descended into Match of The Day style chumminess. I don’t give a fuck about Botham and his wine drinking, or Hussein’s big nose.
A shower of matey boring cunts tossing each other’s massive ego off all night long.
Bollocks to them too.
Nominated by: Danb
Dressed up like a cunt with his singlet and big hat with St George cross on it, imploring these matey ballbags to commence another of the long since boring ‘barmy army’ chants, they are past their sell by date, just like most of the current England team.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my cricket. I went to the first test in Brisbane but the idea that I’d be lumped in with those fuckers would make me puke. Time they fucked up forever – And that bastard trumpeter. Wankers.
Vic Flowers wiki entry says, and I kid you not :
“Flowers is a Roman Catholic and has children, but has not seen them for 20 years.”
Who the fuck could be surprised at that? He looks dodgy – like Bob Grant from On the Buses.
Nominated by: Danb
Nominated by: Horatio
Here’s a picture of the dead cunt waving us a cheery bye-bye and thanks for all the fish. Let’s hope that the funeral gets less coverage than that other dead cunt, Mandela.
So the slate has been wiped clean and everyone gets to pick a new ‘dead cunt walking’ as we move on to The Dead Pool 8. Here’s the rules :
1. Nominate who you think is next on the way out.
You can have a maximum of three cunts each. Leave names in the Comments.
2. You win if your Cunt dies first.
Then the slate is wiped clean and we start again. Of course, you can always be a cunt and steal someone else’s dead cunt candidate from the last Dead Pool.
Any cunt who tries to cheat by nominating the World’s Oldest Man or Woman is a cunt and will be ignored. The winner gets a dedicated Dead Pool Champion guest post on the subject of his/her choice and kudos of cuntishness aplenty. Oh, and the usual “Our Blog Our Rules” thing applies.
Battle axe.
Nominated by: Danb