Horrid Henry

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Horrid Henry is a cunt. I guess the clue is in the name, but literacy for children should have some sort of moral thread holding the story together so the young shits can learn something. But Horrid Henry is just a cunt. A pure little cunt.

I bet new, hip mums pour this little arsehole down their kids throats because it had a good write up in Grazia or some such wank, without actually realising they’re just informing their mini-cunts in a lifestyle of being a selfish, obnoxious, camp, thick as fuck, cunt.

I have to witness my step-kids drooling over this dog shit, if I have a child of my own it will be Trapdoor, Braveheart and Chock-a-block on Youtube to entertain the pricks.

Nominated by: Cunt O’MaCunto

The University of East Anglia

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The University of East Anglia are cunts.

Apparently they have banned students from doing the “chucking their mortar boards in the air” thing at their graduation ceremony and instead they have to just mime the action of doing so, for “Health and Safety” reasons. Now I thought that was just something that stupid American students did anyway and quite frankly I don’t give a shit about fucking students at the best of times, but that’s just fucking pathetic.

Do they think that an airliner will be brought down by a stray mortar board or something? Twats.

Nominated by: Mr Bastard

Cat owners

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I would like to cunt Cat owners.

Suffering from a spot of PTSD, I’m currently unemployed and struggling with day to day life. Best thing is a change and all, and having previously cunted Sheffield, Bin men, cunts that don’t park considerably, cunts that don’t stop at red lights, potholes, and socialist teacher type cunts, generally all the stuff making my life a misery, I decided to sell up and move to the Country to be around a different set of cunts, hopefully like minded cunts at that.

Obviously selling up means tarting the house up a bit, which I don’t mind. Except when it comes to the garden, I am fortunate enough to have a nice space in my current house and I generally enjoy. But the problem is all the fucking singleton, cat owning cunts around here who think now the spring has arrived, kitty should not be lounging in the house and proceed to lock said beast outdoors, all day.

The result is shitting contests taking place between Mr Fox and the local cats, so my raised beds and herb garden are littered with particularly pungent, faeces on regular basis. I did try collecting it and placing on the doorstep of the owners but the fuckers have taken to doing it at night, making faecal tracing a little difficult. I grew up in the country, I don’t mind the stench of old Reynard’s shit, a bucket of human piss is suffice to put pay to his territorial markings, but not so with the Feline. Those little cunts are impossible to deal with once they start.

‘But they are cats, you can’t control where they roam’ is the usual cry. Well, fuck you if thats your opinion. Its your Cat, and its a domestic animal, the clue is in the name. Domestic basically means household, like Domestic Plants for example, which live in the house. Ergo, so should kitty. That is indeed what litter boxes are for. But dirty cunts don’t want to clean up after kitty, they are happy for that business to happen elsewhere, as long as life is easy for said pet owner.

Fuck what the law says, as far as I am concerned its your pet, therefore its only a domestic pet when its on your property, the minute it ventures on to mine and its presence is undesired, it will be treated as vermin and dealt with accordingly. Silenced .177HMR should be pretty effective. It costs £65 to get an animal cremated at the vets, and I will get the receipt and bill the fucking neighbours for it. I tried catching them and dropping them off in a different county, (one little kitty went all the way to Redruth, long way from up north) but the cunts just mourn it for a week and put up posters, before getting another a few weeks later. Maybe this approach will be more effective.

Dirty, lazy, inconsiderate cunts.

Nominated by: The Captain

Ring Tones

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In the old days a telephone just used to ring… Now we have cunts disturbing and annoying the fuck out of everyone within earshot with loud and irritating ‘tones…’

Everything from the Star Wars theme, the McDonald’s ‘whistle’ that disgusting cunt, Lord Sugar, saying ‘You’re Fired!’ to some crappy jungle music or rap shite blaring out…

Don’t these mongs realise it’s a telephone, not a fucking toy?!

Nominated by: Norman

East Grinstead

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East Grinstead deserves cunting… Apparenty it’s now going to be home to that uber-tit Tom Cruise, and guess what??! It’s full to overflowing with a load of seriously loony/twisted religious set-ups – not just scientology. and, on the feminism topic, another little Emma Watson item…

“War, disease, crime and arse-banditry, Harry Potter novels, distress of nations, perplexity, dribbling gibberish and Iain Duncan-Smith will increase until the Archbishop of Cunterbury seals Emma Watson’s box

“. According to the Panacea Society (patent holders of Dr. Melveau’s Portuguese Female Pills), the box is often seen at a lay-by somewhere between Towcester and Daventry.

Or something like that…

Nominatedby: HBelinda Hubbard