(A special schadenfreude gloating for that detestable shitbag, Lineker and his   ivory-tower millionaire residents – Day Admin)

Seems to = egg on someone’s smug face.

I cannot tell you how delighted I was to read this, as well as in numerous other national papers, including but not limited to The Sun ( adult comic) and the Independent ( of what?).

I’m cunting every arsehole who said they wouldn’t appear, in support of Crispman, thinking it would adversely affect the viewing figures.

Get IN!

Daily Mail

Nominated by: Jeezum Priest

I would like to see how the Professor David Olusoga and other lefty twats that signed a petition to keep this murderer, Ernesto Elliott, in Britain defends this one.

However, being the white hating, black supremacist he will no doubt, blame it on white privilege.

These lefty,Guardian reading cunts need a bullet to the back of the head. I have worked at immigration centres. Absolute fucking joke.

When they finally decide to remove the pitiful low numbers they do,within 5 seconds, they claim to be one of the alphabet people (LGBTQIA+;<)

Daily Mail

Nominated by Supreme Commander Servalan

I’d like to make a nomination for nosy interfering bastards.

You know the type I mean,you’re stressed out trying to pay the bills,you’re trying to fix your own motor to save a few quid as you’re struggling and know what real stress is like being over 40.

And then you have some interfering self opinionated cunt who’s never grafted a day in their life like us old fuckers have,and totally clueless.

This on top of everything else in life I find really pisses me off to the point I could happily do a Dahmer on the bastards

Nominated by: Mind your own business you nosy bastard

I would like to cunt the “science” of meteorology or more generally, the notion of a 2023 “Beast From The East”.

I make this nomination on the 2nd of March 2023 at 16:30pm in the English NW Midlands whilst looking out of the window at a clear blue sky with some wispy clouds in the distance. The temperature is currently 7 degrees Celsius (admittedly colder than usual).

Since late January we have been hearing non-stop, sensationalist reports of a return of the 2018 “Beast From the East” and yet so far, I’ve not even noticed a tingle or chill in my already tight ball sack. There is a reason for the disconnect between the reports and the reality…… that’s because it’s complete bollocks.

The reports of snow storms in the UK have been as follows:

– Snow between 2nd and 7th of February…. 8 inches of snow expected.
No, scratch that!
– Snow from the 12th of February…..
No, scratch that!
– Snow from the 17th of February to…..
No, scratch that!
– Snow from the 19th of February to…..
No, scratch that!
– Snow from anywhere between late February and early March…..
No, scratch that!
– Snow anywhere between the 5th of March to the 17th of March….
No, scratch that!
– Maybe snow between the 3th of March to the 14th of March.

I even saw reports of “temperatures PLUMMETING to…… between 5 – 9 degrees” ….. I’m not kidding; some cunt actually wrote that in a “news” article.

SPOILER ALERT!

There is not going to be any snow in Britain until November/December 2023 at the very earliest.

I consider myself a scientifically-minded person but even I have to question at this point, the scientific veracity of meteorology and “climate science”.

If I want to know what the weather is going to do in 3 days, I could just wait …..or I could just read some tea leaves, throw some chicken bones onto a rug or maybe kill a goat and read it’s entrails.

Meteorology and climate “science” can eat a bag of dicks.

Express Weather 1  (January 31st)

Express Weather 2 (February 20th)

(To be fair to Stink, he provided a host of relevant links that show the progression of the so-called “Beast from the East 2” being constantly postponed. However, we just went with the earliest and latest ones – Day Admin)

Nominated by: Two In The Stink 

BBC Weather

Helpful link supplied by: Jeezum Priest

While out for a walk in the park earlier, I found myself confronted by an appalling apparition as the light dimmed.

Walking towards me was a woman of indeterminate age, who, unfortunately for her, bore more than a passing resemblance to a walrus.

It wasn’t the chins, or the frizzy hair, or the moustache. Nor was it the laboured walk as she clung to her walking frame. No, what did it was the gut, and boy, was there a lot of it. Roll upon roll of heaving, sagging flab, hanging way down past her personals to her knees. Believe me, it was not a pretty sight. By way of illustration I give you this (Actually, we’ve used it as the header pic. Cheers, mate – Day Admin)

Yes, she really looked as though she’d got a huge, sagging arse on back to front. Lord knows when she’d last seen her most prized possession. Lord knows when anyone else had, or would want to, for that matter.

Truly I felt a bit sorry for her, because it was a pathetic sight to behold. But then, how can people actually allow themselves to get into such a state to begin with? It’s just so bloody grim to look at. It must be even grimmer for her to see herself in the mirror ever day. I think I’d top myself before I got into such a state.

Boy, was I glad to get back into the house and see the wife; turned sixty, but still with a stomach like an ironing board and an arse as tight as a drum. What a woman.

I count my blessings.

Nominated by: Ron Knee