Move over, Katie Price.

This … creature … is part of the same species as you are, cunter, ..who has taken cosmetic surgery to the Nth degree in the pursuit of – get this – ‘artistic expression’. Of course there are a lot of cunts out there out-uglying each other in the pursuit of notice. There was the cunt who had his tongue bisected at one stage for example. So, .. as usual, some other cunt appears on the scene willing to go one further, .. and in this case lop the old schnozz off. Yup.

2000AD aficionados might remember Feek the Freek. There’s also the victim from Se7en that symbolised ‘pride’.

What’s scarier than someone so clearly mentally ill being accepted by a surgeon, is that she (or ‘it’) has tens of thousands of online followers. A percentage of which are wanking over the likes, presumably. None of YOU lot, once exposed to the horror, hopefully.

Yuck.

Daily Fail.

Nominated by : Cuntemall

You might remember that I commented on the Vets nomination, that was posted recently about taking my dog to the vets for a 6 monthly health check?
No? No matter. Anyway, he needs a dental, so he was booked in for today, Friday 9th May. So, he was starved from 10pm last night and denied water from 7am today.

Now, keep in mind he’s had the same vet since I got him in 2019, as a rescue from Gran Caneria, and he had a dental 7 days after I got him, and they are aware he’s a rescue from there.

He’s also been at the vets, end of March, in pain. At no point has anyone asked me if he’s been tested for Brucellosis, not 2 weeks ago at his health check and booking him in for the dental, nor this morning as I signed the consent form.

So, I had to collect him from the vets, hours after I dropped him off, untreated until the results of the fucking £107 blood tests come back!

Rinse you? Your aren’t joking, then they wring you out!

No link, but I’ll find summat.

gov.uk

Nominated by Jeezum Priest.

Christ, these cunts are deluded.
Di they genuinely believe that voters are going to yet again fall for the bullshit theyre peddling?

They had a massive majority.
And did nothing.
The grooming gangs happened under their watch,
They did nothing.

The asylum scum was under their watch,
They did nothing.

The green energy bollocks started under them,
They embraced it.

They shoed in a diversity hire as Prime Minister.
Once hed gone they put another one in the driving seat!!

Now theyre calling out the policies they started.
And wondering why Reform Uk has stolen most of its voters.

I hope these treacherous cunts dwindle and die as a party.

We could bring back Boris?

The only way i want to see that cunt is stood on the gallows asking for mercy on his soul.

YouTube.

Nominated by : Miserable Northern cunt

Seeing pictures of V.E day made me feel rather nauseous.
Nothing to do with the bravery, heroism and sacrifice those wonderfully courageous men displayed 80 years ago.
No, it was seeing those disgusting royal parasites lording it over the plebs from the safety of the Buckingham Palace balcony that made my gorge rise.
Seeing the anachronistic jug-ears and baldilocks standing there looking preposterous in their unearned military finery whilst ex-servicemen die of exposure and substance addiction enrages me no end.
There’s always plenty of money to put sponging dinghy scum up in the finest hotels so why isn’t that money used to support people who have directly served their country?
Because we have communists and quislings running things, that’s why.
I was hoping that the balcony would collapse, killing the whole lot of them and Britain could move on without these posh, dole-dossing benefit scroungers who have never known a second’s hardship or done a real day’s work in their worthless lives.
Fuck them.

Daily Fail

Nominated by Thomas the Cunt Engine.

Proof that you can take the boy out of the East End, but you can’t take the East End out of the boy (not snobbery I was born a Cockerney), comes with the much-tattooed, bearded, raddled, publicity-loving David “PLEASE give me a Knighthood, Guv” Beckham. The ageing footie star celebrated his 50th birthday this past weekend, along with his chavvy, skinny wife, a former poster model for famine relief, and all but one of their offspring. Dave’s problem is that he chose to have his knees-up, not in the East End hovel he came from, but a more upmarket area where the neighbours don’t appreciate all night karioke and hot dogs, and throwing up on the pavement, and they called the council who “advised” them on how to conduct their party (“shut up and fuck off”) I assume.

The silly bugger still thinks he is an entitled twenty year old footballer, and seeing how that is failing he is trying to turn his kids into little mini-me’s – I can’t see yoofs being as impressed by a little pansy called “Romeo” or “Cruz”, as they did with plain old Dave, in his pre-undercracker advertising days. They all have the same ugly tattoos and sense of entitlement. I suppose Dave and the missus are hoping the kids will look after them when they reach their dotage, which doesn’t look that far off now:

AOL.

Nominated by : W. C. Boggs