The cunt mugshot above is of the type of cunt of whom any cunter I am sure would be compelled to think “I must buy that cunt a drink” out of fellowship and good cheer should it step into their local boozer. Although I have my doubts that it would leave mine alive. Apart from the Goth/Vampira/Freakshow fushion look what could be possibly prejudice our good hearts against it? Why allegations my dears.

It has been swilling around in the Celeb/Rock Star/Hollywood cesspit for a good few years and accumulated the usual failed marriages and relationships. Management has tolerated it all so long as it sold tickets but the latest allegations have rather kyboshed that. Management stops spending money on cover ups so Media gets its talons out. As to allegations we imagine it something like this:

Scene: A discreet bondage chamber somewhere in North Hollywood equipped with start of the art paraphernalia – including leather and rubber bondage gear, remote controlled but plugs and fanny ticklers (for the online community) and the mandatory black rubber water wet with various settings. The air is heavy with the aroma of leather and rubber, oils and sexual funk. The lighting is discreet.
Enter Principals Mr Manson and Ms Starlet accompanied by a small androgynous black slave with a play tray of erectile creams, hard cock spray and feminine requisites and chemical enhancements. They switch on the video and immediately get it on. Mr Manson grabs Ms Starlet by the cunt.

Mr Manson: Hey babe ya wanna walk on the wild side, well do ya? Do ya? Wanna get naughty with ya old Mary any which way ya want?

Ms Starlet: Give it me up ma butt big boy, lacerate ma butt, tear ma skin with your gauging nails then piss on me, Mary.

Mr Manson obliges assisted by slave.

Mr Manson: I gotta take ya to the next level babe you are so shit hot..I am so fuckin’ in the zone and you are so ready….

Mr Manson reaches out of shot and collects a sledge-hammer tied in pink bows and kisses it then rubs it in MrStarlet’s genital area then kisses and sniffs it. Ms Starlet is somewhat alarmed.

Ms Starlet: What the fuck…….

Mr Manson Hey babe it’s all so cool – we gonna bash your brains out while we fuck…

Ms Starlet (as she is exiting through the door) Bash your own brains out fuckin’ creep pervert. Ya sure know how to kill a fuckin’ relationship.

Mr Manson(laughing and wanking) Great exit line babe

This story is hard to improve upon so I refer cunters to the source:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-9215645/Marilyn-Manson-dropped-talent-agency-CAA-abuse-allegations.html

Nominated by:Sir Limply Stoke

‘I don’t believe in miracles’ sang Colin Blunstone. I do.
Can God suspend the laws of physics? Well he made them so he can suspend them. He can upend them.
As in the ‘Miracle of the Sun’-

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miracle_of_the_Sun

Over 90,000 people saw it. Were they all part of some mass hysteria? The educated classes derided it of course. But I always believe the simple people. I believe what they said they saw with their two eyes.

Same with Lourdes. Saint Bernadette. All the sophisticates scoffing again.. But she said she saw ‘a lady’ and I believe her.

I was watching ‘Unsolved Mysteries’. He said he prayed for his wife and the tumour vanished. One day it was there the next it had gone. Doctors baffled.

There is evidence that people who are prayed for in hospital do better than those who aren’t prayed for.

Slightly off topic that.
This is no way endorsing ‘faith healing’. I’ve said before that there will be a special place in hell for those charlatans that exploit sick people for financial gain.

There was something else. No, only to contradict Colin I do believe in miracles.

Nominated by: Miles Plastic

I’m not normally militant enough to cunt, but I’ve had it in the two weeks since Joebama has taken office.

These cunts just can’t leave Trump alone. Even now he’s gone, all their narratives are to do with him. That should tell you all you need to know.

MSNBC’s shaved baboon, Joy Reid, homiliying us on how Trump spent 4 years destroying the planet.

CNN’s Anderson Cooper, homosexual extraordinaire, presenting a ‘Q was a load of shit’ (which admittedly it was) conspiracy-deconstruction show about how he doesn’t drink babies’ blood.

NEWSFLASH: you do exactly that you cunt. We all know how you got strung up in those straps in your mother Gloria Vanderbilt’s swimming pool so that perverted satanist ‘artist’ could do a painting of it, to be hung on Tony Podesta’s wall.

https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_BTVNDI8_U/Xpx0ab4if-I/AAAAAAAAbqI/atRawFla_98w0OdtCxk47FnjLCj-G7WCQCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_2056.jpeg

Nominated by: WokeUpTodayAndRealisedWhatACuntIAm 

The Hairy Bikers advert.

Ive just seen a advert by the Hairy Bikers, now I never had a problem with them,
They seemed working class, down to earth types, bearded bike riding foodies,
But they’ve gone mental!

The advert is for some shitty meat substitute, And the advert is saying you don’t need meat for a healthy meal.

One now has a bouffant hairdo like he’s Dolly Parton, The other has a Salvador Dali moustache, and had a cravat on.

So they’re now promoting vegetarianism? Fair enough,

But I’m betting neither of these sell out grabbing little fuckers are vegetarian!
Stick your meat substitute up your ducky arses, get on your bikes and fuck off.
Hope you get a Easyrider ending to your next series.

Nominated by: Miserable Northern Cunt

https://www.lbbonline.com/news/the-hairy-bikers-cheat-on-meat-in-campaign-for-knorr

Are you an unsuccessful brewery party organiser? Do you have no social skills or desirable qualities? Have you got all the compassion of a haemorrhoid? Then you’d probably make a great GP’s receptionist.

I’ve got the pleasure of having a pretty nasty bout of Crohn’s disease, which is a pain in the arse, literally. Not as much of a pain in the arse, though, as dealing with these fuckers.

Getting a doctor’s appointment round my manor is like getting an audience with the Pope. You ring up at 8:29 and some cunt, invariably called Pam or Marjorie, tells you to phone back at 8:30 because the surgery isn’t open. You ring back at 8:31 and said cunt can barely hide the relish in her voice when she says there’s nothing left and you have to ring tomorrow at 8:30 sharp. This is even fucking worse now that, with the magic excuse of Covid, GPs will only deign to speak to you when the Moon is in its seventh house and Jupiter aligns with Mars.

This morning I rang up after a bloody painful night up Chateau Khazi and the wag on the other end, who sounded like Gollum after 20 Rothman’s, told me to buy some peppermint oil. “How do you know you’re having an flare-up anyway?”. Well, love, I’ve had an arse like the Japanese flag since the John Major days, I probably know my own body better than a fucking carrion crow with a lanyard and hooped earrings.

The fuckers speak to you like you’ve just crawled out of Ann Widdecombe’s dried up old minge, yet they hide behind their fucking ‘zero tolerance’ policy where ‘abuse’ means breathing in a way they don’t like. Cunts.

Nominated by: Gloria Stitz