Shitbag Tenants

Shitbag Tenants are CUNTS.

I have just booted out a tenant from a small, but very clean bungalow I rent. The last three consecutive tenants that the rental agency has sourced for me have all been filthy cunts, the last one a filthy, nasty cunt.

I am not a cunt landlord. Before each one was occupied, the house was spotlessly clean and freshly painted. A real nice, clean and modern house. I have had to battle with each one of these shitbags to claim part of their deposit for cleaning the place after they had vacated their sorry arses, as they were incapable of keeping the place clean. They seem to think it is their divine right to leave the place looking like ‘Stig of the fucking Dump’ has lived there and the “good old rich landlord” can afford to tidy up after them, like some grubby, errant fucking toddler.

Christ knows what the friends and family think of these people if they come over to visit. Before I became a landlord, I really had no idea there are so many filthy fucking pigs out there.

The fat, lazy, peanut-brained cunt who has just vacated has left me with arrears of £1,100 and cleaning/clearance bills of around £900. The cunt has slunk back to his parents house like Timothy Lumsden from ‘Sorry’, but even his parents are full of shit, claiming they haven’t seen him and are no longer in contact. Presumably so he can try to avoid the court letters and eventual CCJ. Well, the bailiffs will then be knocking on their door ready to collect their flat screen TV.

The fat, lazy pea-brained, filthy cunt allegedly had his own business that folded. Despite promises of payment, they never materialised. I was very patient with him and would have agreed some payment plan with him if his predicament was genuine, as I am not an unreasonable person. However, like a big fat, hairy manchild he has slunk away and now refuses contact – even from the rental agency who want to speak with him.

I fucking hate tenants.

Nominated by Paul Maskinback

Anti-Democratic People

An emergency cunting for the ‘furious’ backlash from the ‘anti-brexit’ MPs, voters, organisations et al.

Boris’ cabinet have gone and arranged a good old fashioned proroguing to end the current session in Parliament, from the last weak as hell Government to allow his new one to start afresh. This seems quite sensible to me.

By Jove, courtesy of the MSM it would appear that the world was going to end. Furious, outraged, undemocratic are just some of the words being used.

Gina Miller has been wheeled out again and some kind of kinky partnership with Ex-PM Sir John is on the horizon for another legal challenge.

I’m still not sure on Boris’ end-game, but at least he has the balls to challenge the status-quo. Also, anything that upsets the treasonous MPs, the Left and the Remoaners is fine by me.

MPs that are trying to thwart Brexit by stating that it is undemocratic should try to see the irony in their practices… voters will destroy these people at the next GE.

I bet JC wished he had sung the national anthem now.

Nominated by Bear Cunt

Workplace Pen Chewers

I’d like to nominate pen chewers in the workplace. Dirty, disgusting fuckers. Take your incisor indented biros home and don’t leave them for other poor saps to pick up.

Had the last laugh on some daft bint who used to do this. She later found out that the previous occupant at her desk used the same pen to dig out his earwax.

He was a cunt too.

Nominated by Mystic Maven

Ron Jeremy

Isn´t it time Ron Jeremy – about the only male porn star anyone can name – zipped up his fly and retired gracefully?

After decades of humping in front of the cameras, he is now exposing his ugly, fat body on sites like ‘Old Man Hot Babe’ where he appears like a deranged Colombian drug lord, the male equivalent of the Flabbott. He is also reduced to advertising Viagra-type products. This is ironic, as the reason he was such a star in the 80’s and 90’s was because of his stamina. He was about the only stud who could “get wood”, as they call it in the trade, on demand.

Nominated by Mr Polly

Frances Corner and The Faculty of Goldsmiths University

A watermelon-sized cunting for the Lord Charles-faced, militant eco-nutter Frances Corner and the faculty of Goldsmith’s University.

As new Head Academic Dr of Fuckbeans, she/they/it wants to ban beef from the campus of Goldsmiths.

How that will prevent cows from farting is unknown, but apparently staff and students at the college are passionate about climate change and are ready to bore everyone to death using the tactics of the libtard camp, green left; by virtue signalling and banning stuff people enjoy.

What a bunch of soy swilling cunts.

If I didn’t have to work for a living I’d turn up in the cafeteria with a bap and two 8oz beef burgers, 5 rashers of bacon and a slice of cheddar and tuck in, right in front of those anaemic bastard snowflakes.

Corner would soon take off in her JohnnyCab to find a Community Cohesion Officer.

Nominated by Cuntamus Prime