can be a cunt however, often first instincts are correct.
We all do it from time to time. We all reach conclusions based on unwarranted, or insufficient information; what our American friends often term a ‘rush to judgment’.
I bet a lot of you out there in IsACland did just this when news of a vicious chemical attack in London began to break, with several people being injured when a corrosive substance was hurled at them.
‘Ah-ha!’ I bet you said. ‘Pound to a penny that the alleged perpetrator is named Mohammed, and he’s recently relocated from Shithouseistan!’. Well ha bloody ha, you’d have been wrong. Turns out that the individual with his name currently in the frame is not called Mohammed at all. It was later confirmed that his name is in fact (wait for it)… Abdul. Abdul Shokoor Ezedi to be precise. And no, he’s not just here from Shithouseistan either; in fact it appears that he came down from Noocassel to commit the act for which the Old Bill, at the time of writing, are still looking to feel his collar.
Why aye man. Turns out that after all, they’re hunting a local boy, with a bootiful British name. When they catch up with cunt (which they may or may not have done by the time this nom potentially gets posted) they should also add ‘having an offensive haircut on his person’ to the charge, the rat-faced fucker.
So that’ll learn yer. Don’t go jumping to conclusions about, well, you know who types.
*Addendum*
It just gets worse. The cunt’s a nonce.
Nominated by Ron knee.




