Macron and Johnson at the G7

Wot a pair of cunts. Johnson shambling away in the limelight as the host but blowing every opportunity to shine. Unable to put a coherent sentence together as he fuffs, stammers and pahshaws during his keynote welcome spiel to save the world.

Then it’s social distancing photo op time with the POTUS all thumbs up and knuckles up as he poses with Biden. trying to scratch his arse, ruff up his barnet and button up his baggy suit. Meanwhile Biden is the genial picture of tall well groomed, Brooks Brothers suited cool.

That photo of all the leaders together rammed home what a shortarse cunt Johnson is. Even Macron in his built up shoes is taller.

As for Macron,, the little froggy fucker poser, Biden is covered in his slime and other bodily fluids ever since landing. Macron can’t stop goat fucking the POTUS.in his role as “America’s oldest Allie”. Who was that shepherding all the EU into a symbolic group ready to turn their backs on Johnson? Macron again.

All that none-sense stopped as soon as HM appeared and put in a class act and instantly became the centre of attraction. Macarony started capering around her partnered by the POTUS like moths around a lantern

Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke

Macron Grandstanding G7

And on the subject of Macron, here’s this from Vernon Fox

Little Emmanuel napoleon gets a well deserved slap.

While on minceabout today with the less than yummy Mummy (Where’s Boris Karloff when you need him?) the teeny tiny Gallic granny grabber and UK hating snakeflake got a good hard slap across the face from a Man in the crowd who shouted “down with Macronia”!

Pwincess looked suitably shocked, outraged and – like all Frenchmen – ran a mile like a sobbing little bitch as his assailant was mobbed by security, but it was just a little reminder of how much the ordinary French people hate this islam licking appeasing rat.

The MSM are, of course, resolute in their condemnation as “Walter le softy” sits in his mansion quivering and sobbing with Mrs Skeletor dabbing rouge and powder on (“Not ze beautiful face – I beg you Monsieur”!) – but where were the same MSM when Jo “witless manatee” Brand condoned throwing battery acid at Nigel Farage?

Where were they when Farage had a milkshake thrown over him? – It might sound funny but what if that was some nutcase throwing corrosive or flammable material?
Vive Le Pen – and the fightback!

Macron in Punch Up

Some women really are cunts as we already know, but the women in question are the ones are the ones who wear skimpy next to fuck all cloths and then get pissed off if it draws the wrong kind of attention, i know women should be able to wear what they want, when they want, but that really isnt the world we live in, maybe one day but not yet.

Some women wear the tightest fitting lycra they can find, which means apart from the colour they look like they have been painted in the nude and then they go out in the streets, to the gym, ride bikes, walk the dog even on the blob and there is nothing wrong in this at all.

The problem lies when they dont like being looked at, see story below, some tart on a bike probably with the seat grinding into her cervix getting her arse in her hands due to the second comment of the day regarding her arse.

Maybe after the first comment you should have thought maybe i should put some fucking clothes on if im drawing unwanted attention.

This is often the case, some tart on youtube the other day with a long list of gym perverts, i8n other words any bloke who remoted casts a glance in her direction is a perv, and when you see what she was wearing in a public place it wasnt suprising, im not saying we need to do the muzzy thing and cover out wenches from head to toe, in some cases mind its just as well they are covered.

I hasnt to ad i never look as Mrs Fugly would have my knackers for ear rings.
There was a line in a film once that went, if you dress like haloween, gouls will try to get in your pants, nowadays its worse than ever before im sure, so if you dont like it put some fucking clothes on slappers…..

A female cyclist chased after a driver to confront him after saying he sexually harassed her while she was on her bike.

The Cardiff woman, who wishes to remain anonymous, said she she was cycling down Penarth Road in Cardiff on Saturday when a man pulled alongside her.

She said that he told her she should “have a health warning” because her “backside was going to cause an accident”.

She chased after the driver once again and filmed herself confronting him
In the video, she can be seen asking the driver if he wanted to repeat his comments, he said: “I said, you’re going to cause an accident.”

The woman replied: “You are disgusting, it is despicable, I am just here, riding, and you are sexually harassing me on the street.”

She told WalesOnline that this was the second incident of sexual harassment that she received that afternoon.

She said: “This was the second occasion of harassment I’d received that afternoon having had another man shout that he was going to ‘f*ck me in the arse’.

“I’ve got to the point where I’m so angry and fed up with the constant barrage of street harassment I face as a woman, especially while I’m alone.

“I’m 30, and this has been the norm for me since my early teens. It’s been a part of life I’ve just had to accept. However, reading stories of women choosing not to accept this anymore has made me feel empowered.”

She said felt the need to confront and was inspired to share what happened after reading about other women sharing their stories.

“I couldn’t miss the opportunity to call the behaviour out. I was feeling vulnerable and intimidated following the previous encounter with the first man. However, I felt that if he was on camera, it was unlikely that he would get out of the car or harass me further.

“He tried to gaslight me and laughed when I told him that he had sexually harassed me. This made me question myself, but I know that this is a common tactic when such men are called out for their behaviour.

“In terms of how we stop this happening, I think that the responsibility lies principally with men. Challenge the behaviour when you see it on the street, in bars, in conversations at work or anywhere.

Nominated by: Fuglyucker 

Helpful links provided by Dickie Dribbler

https://www.walesonline.co.uk/news/wales-news/cyclist-chases-driver-films-herself-20753713

https://nation.cymru/news/cardiff-cyclist-catches-up-with-driver-and-gives-him-piece-of-her-mind-after-cat-call/

(Fine. So if a woman “sexually harasses” some guy in the street with a hurty comment he can tell her to fuck off too then! – DA)

And seconded by: Two In The Stink

It’s not an exclusively male thing…… when I was younger I had my arse and crotch grabbed by lasses: albeit mostly drunk, but I never complained about it (obviously).

Women can be just as letchy.

https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x4xdkmm

https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2mc3il

Although it is possible to make a light bulb that will last forever, I do understand that manufacturers have to protect their market. However, over the decades they have made giant steps backwards to the point where they are now taking the piss.

When I was a kid if you had a single100w bulb in a room then it would be too fucking bright. But now I have 2 fittings in my lounge, each one takes 4 bulbs. I use 60w bulbs, 8 of them to a total of 480w, and it still isn’t bright enough.

I’m not talking about the low energy shite, these are apparently proper fucking light bulbs.

Years ago you could buy one bulb and that would do you for  a decade or so. Now the fuckers blow all the time. Not a week goes by where I don’t have to replace at least one.
Sometimes they just pop. Other times they explode, sending shards of glass all over the place.

Years ago you would seldom go out to buy a bulb, now I buy them in packs of 6 to keep a stock when needed.

The bastard manufacturers are churning out cheap, shoddy rubbish and raking in the money.

Nominated by: The Artful Cunter

The End of Halogen bulbs

Of Wives and Cats

Oh dear. What a pity. How sad. It is with great regret (not!) that I report to the IsAC community the sad demise of our moggie Gerald (or Fatfuck, as I referred to the twat when not within earshot of the wife).

For the life of me, I can’t see what attractions cats hold for we humans. Imagine a scruffy tabby lump with a chewed ear and a dodgy looking boss eye. For the last fifteen years, this cunt has loafed about the house as though he owned it, spending 90% of his time snoring, scratching, shitting in my flowerbeds or sniffing his pencil sharpener-like ring piece. (Sure you’re not talking about Fat Reg or some Dinghy Rider? – DA)

The rest of the time’s been spent eating me out of house and home while regarding me with profound contempt, not to mention running up a huge slate at the vet’s of late.

As far as I’m concerned it’s a case of fucking good riddance. Unfortunately, and inexplicably, the wife thinks that the sun shone out of his tea towel holder, and has been in pieces for the last three days.

All I hear is ‘look, there’s his little blanket’, or ‘he’d be *sob* having his tea now’. As an act of self-comfort and consolation, her thoughts have already turned to lining up the lardarse’s replacement, much to my extreme chagrin. ‘We could get another little tabby’, she pines. ‘What could we call him, do you think?’.

‘For fuck’s sake’, says I. ‘the fat bugger’s not cold in the skip yet, and you want to get another one in. Let’s get a goldfish in a bowl while we’re at it, so it’ll have something to watch and entertain itself with’.

Of course by now, regulars on here will know that I’m a hopeless case where my little minx is concerned; she can quite effortlessly wrap me around her little finger. ‘You… you heartless brute’, she whimpers, her luscious lower lip quivering as she sends a fat tear rolling down her cheek.

Basically it’s a hopeless cause. I’m licked before I start; I know it, she knows it. ‘Oh go on then’, I hear myself saying, ‘of course we can get a kitten’, and my reward is to see her face light up. ‘You’re nothing but a big softie really’ says she, and hugs me tightly.

So now she’s happily spending her time looking for a successor to the late (and as far as I’m concerned) unlamented Gerald.

Women. Couldn’t live without my little minx.

Pity I couldn’t say the same about cats.

Nominated by: Ron Knee 

Raj Patel, a food writer and ‘activist’ is a cunt.

He claims that apple pie is racist after claiming that it has colonial roots. He wrote this shite in an article about ‘food injustice’ in the Guardian, naturally.
Apparently, apple pie was born of American colonialism and slave labour etc…
The story is here :
Apple Pie is Racist

Nothing more to say, except, get a life you sad twat.

Nominated by: mystic maven