What a waste of fucking time.
Two or three times a year you see some serious looking chief of police prick on the telly, standing over what appears to be the contents of some cunts kitchen drawer layed out on the ground and claiming another massive success.
Do they honestly think that the people who are handing these knives in are the same people that would ever dream of using them as a weapon.
Thanks to Doris’ do gooder husband, she is now missing her butter knife, but for less than twenty quid, the Leyroys and LeBrons of this world can purchase a working replica of anything from a Bowie knife to a blade from Lord of the rings, or game of thrones, and walk down the street waving it about.
I’m looking at you Scarborough.
That’s if you want something a bit flash of course, I wonder if it is possible to buy a carving knife for less than a pound? ANYWHERE!
So for fucks sake, stop wasting everyones time by pretending you have made one iota of fucking difference by collecting fucking cheese graters from middle aged white folk.
Silly cunts.
Nominated by The Cunt of Monte Christo




