Ticket Touts

Ticket Touts. Can you imagine a more ropey bunch of fucking cunts in your face on a Sunday just before you attempt to get into that gig/concert/show? Talk about selling your grandmother for a bag of smack….they’d sell on your grandmother, your tickets to the show, a bag of ‘magic’ beans, and a bit of shit hash for £200 and call you a massive cunt for the trouble! They look like failed market traders, they are failed market traders. Look at the fucking state of them! They need rounding up and bundled into a fucking enormous police meatwagon and driven off the white cliffs of Dover the cunts.

Nominated by King Binge

Chris Huhne [2]

Chris “I Thought She Said Thespian” Huhne is the most arrogant, smug, cretinous wanker of a cunt ever to have drawn breath. The pure idiocy of his cuntish warblings would have seen him tarred and feathered years ago in a more enlightened society; he is so bad that some of the least favoured cunts in the world tip their hats in respect as he wafts past in all his fucking grandeur. If you look up ‘cunt’ in the dictionary, it will say: ‘refer to Chris Huhne’.

Nominated by Caratacus

City Boys

City boys are slave to the money, prancing, designer label worshipping, strip club frequenting, shit haircut sporting, pocket billiard playing, pink shirt with white collar wearing, cocky, irritating everyone else on the train home with their tales of ‘spunking’ 180 notes on champagne in some toss West End nightclub, GCSE failing, parasitic, corporate hospitality blagging, giving fuck all back to society, absurdly self important, arrogant, obnoxious, shallow, vacuous, overbearing, pointless and unnecessary cunts.

A proper breed of cunts if ever I saw one.

Nominated by King Binge