So I give the four legged cunt a good kick when no ones looking.
“Don’t hang the washing out, I’ll fucking do it!!” I say as she makes a bee line for the washing machine.
Funny how she can work a fucking washing machine, but the shrivelled old grey cunt can’t operate a fucking TV set up and wants me to put on her blue rinse prime time cunt fest that is ‘Downton Abbey’ for fucks sake.
The cunt can’t cook either, “do you want to make dinner?” she asks, then adds “you’re the cook after all”
???? fucking radge old cunt. Fuck off!!
I am going to give in to the urge to push the old windbag down the stairs in the hope she’ll break her fucking neck in the fall thereby stopping her from using any more of my valuable oxygen.
Then the dog goes to the local abbatoir! Arf!
Nominated by: Hurling Dervish




