In car stereo/boomboxes.
It’s that time of year, gets a bit warm and you can bet your life someone wants to announce their cuntishness.
You hear them before you can see them. Usually a crappy Corsa, Fiesta or Focus exuding a fucking awful noise thumping away.
When you see the culprit, it is probably a specimen of the under-class, culturally appropriating something of African American origin blaring out of an open car window.
Why bother with the sound system, why not show the world what an A1 Cunt you and put a neon sign on the car roof proudly stating: CUNT!
It would save all our eardrums from the total auditory shite issuing from the car.
Secondly, but maybe equal to these pricks, are the mongs who park up outside your house and dock their smart phones into the loud speaker system and carry on a long and boring conversation, blissfully unaware that anyone can hear the fucking drivel from both parties in a 20 yard radius.
Absolute cunts all of them.
Nominated by Cuntalugs




