Marcus Brigstocke [4]

This cunt. This fucking cunt has been on my hate list since the early 2000s when he wound up on the bill at a stand-up night in Cardiff.

I’m not sure if my hatred for the cunt stemmed from his then aggressively Liberal Thatcher-hating schtick (most comedians left that routine behind in the 80s), or the now archetypal ‘street life according to a privately educated cunt’ blather, or just for plain, simple fact that he is a parallelogram-headed cunt.

Now, as one of many risible cunts on the BBC gravy train for publicly anti-Brexit ‘comedians’, this totally unfunny cuntlord has wormed his way back into the public consciousness; both for his EU preachings and, more heinously, for a truly bladder-liquifying piss-boiler of an advert for a credit agency or something, where said advert features not one but TWO fucking Brigstockes simultaneously on screen, literally trying to out-cunt each other for ‘laffs’.

I suppose the one and only possible benefit to having two Marcus Brisgstockes in this world is the satisfaction of knowing that when one has been hung from the highest lamp-post and burned alive with flamethrowers, you still have the joy and anticipation of getting to do it for a second time. Kind of like finishing one giant tin of Quality Street at Christmas and suddenly remembering there is another unopened one in the cupboard under the stairs.

A man with a head so angular and mathematically correct that Pythagoras himself would frantically wank his Ionic Column dry over the endless geometric theorem possibilites, I give you the hypotenuse of cuntitude, Marcus fucking Brigstocke.

Nominated by The Empire Cunts Back

Manchester Students Union

Sara Khan shows us how to clap without clapping

It made my piss boil when this bunch of cunts decided to erase Kiplings IF from a wall of their shit stained refectory building. Now these cunts have gone one stage further and are just so right on it’s laughable.

Rather than applaud something to show your appreciation or your enjoyment of something or now as (sadly) a mark of respect at a sporting event those right on cunts at Manchester university students union need to ensure that deaf people can also be included in this show of appreciation or mark of respect. Therefore you must now use jazz hands. (To me jazz hands was always the way you used your hands while perusing a ‘jazz mag’). But I was wrong just in case one of the 50000 deaf people out of 63,000,000 (50 thousand – 63 million) are in the arena you must use sign language or jazz hands to show your appreciation.

Fuck me where will this bull shit end.

Nominated by Cuntsince1066

“Like….”

What is it about young women and the word ‘like’, like?
Yesterday I went to my favourite coffee shop for a brew of their excellent coffee and a croissant (pretentious, moi?).
Any road, it was pretty busy, and I ended up sitting next to two rather attractive young women. Nothing wrong with that in itself, of course, except that I then became a reluctant earwigger to their conversation, concerning a mutual friend. Apparently said friend had been out a couple of times for a drink with some bloke, so naturally to the female way of thinking, the two were now in what is deemed a ‘relationship’. The conversation went something along these lines, accompanied of course by an assortment of hand gestures and contorted facial gymnastics;
‘so like he said to her like, okay like, I’m like (blah)…’
‘no way! Like he said that, like?. That’s like wow (blab)…’
‘yah, and so now like she’s going to tell him like (burble)…’
Continue in similar vein for about ten minutes until one of them gets a call on her mobile, then it’s;
‘hold on, I’ve like gotta take this… hi! No, I’m like just having a coffee right now…’

At this point I quickly drained my cup and left, as I’d now had about all I could take of this. What on earth has made so many young women latch on to this abominable verbal tic? A cunt is what it is, like.

Nominated by Ron Knee

JK Rowling (3)

JK Rowling…who surely merits a place on The Wall.

This utterly odious, talentless harpie is now so desperate for the publicity-O2 that she’s taken a pop at a Melbourne cartoonist, Mark Knight, who did a VERY realistic one of Le Williams (Serena) throwing its hissy fit. Rowling spouts: “…reducing one of the greatest sportswimmin alive to racist and sexist tropes”

The Telegraph clarified “butch and fat-lipped”, a cartoon of Le Williams spitting out a dummy.

Mark Knight responded by saying he’d done an unflattering cartoon of Oz tennis star Nick Kyrgios “behaving badly” “Don’t bring gender into it when it’s all about behaviour,” he added.

JK Rowling is a gobby, pointless O2 thief. And did I say she’s a cuuuuunt ? Has Rowling ever complained about cartoonists’ portrayals of Margaret Thatcher or The Maybot ? I somehow doubt it. Fackin hypocrite, too.

Nominated by HBelindaHubbard

Louise and Nikki Draven.


Proof if proof is needed on the absolute state of the retarded fuckwittery that is modern parenting in 21st century Britain, I give you Britain’s first gender-fluid ‘family’ with both cunts set to undergo reassignment surgery.

How they are allowed to breed and raise a young boy into this nightmarish scenario is beyond any reason, their young son (named Star Cloud, I know, I know) is being raised as ‘person’, free to paint his nails, wear make-up and play with dolls. This is a five year old, being indoctrinated into this PC unnatural bollocks with no say and too young to question its morality.

So little Star Clouds biological father Louise will become a woman and birth mother Nikki is to become a man( keep up at the back, no laughing) I will not be surprised if this poor little sod has years of therapy ahead of him in later life.

Nominated by Liberal Liquidator