Flower shop cunts are greedy bastards tie up a bunch and demand a small fortune for a nip over the fence and take your own
At least in a sex shop you are not pestered by dolly buster or gina wild CUNTS
Nominated by: Brickbat
Flower shop cunts are greedy bastards tie up a bunch and demand a small fortune for a nip over the fence and take your own
At least in a sex shop you are not pestered by dolly buster or gina wild CUNTS
Nominated by: Brickbat
I have even met a couple of do gooders who have said oh these Calais migrants will be good workers. How do they figure that out! They almost certainly don`t have any English skills and probably don`t even know how to write their own name in their native language. Again they think with their liberal hearts and ignore these perfectly legitimate concerns as they don`t form part of their rosy little narrative were we can all hold hands and sing we shall overcome.
Think of all the shit countries to live in and then count their populatons. If even 5% of all of them come we will be in deep shit. Australia have the right policy but if anyone dare says that then they are a racist xenobhobic nazi.
Why don`t these do gooder cunts offer their living room for a migrant family to sleep on or would that disturb the peace of their nice metropolitan middle class suburb?
Nominated by: Shaun of the Dead 69
I am an expert on what’s known as bushcraft. I was taught about the outdoors from a young age by my Texan granddad and his Apache best friend (Native Americans are among the best people to learn this sort of thing from). I also learned a fair bit about the subject whilst serving in the Army. I even spent the last four years of my career serving as a jungle warfare instructor in Belize. But I’m only an expert because I’ve spent years practising my skills. These dicks think they can read a book and become an instant expert.
This was perfectly demonstrated earlier today. I went out for a walk in the woods behind my house. They’re quite big these woods, and one of the places I use for my wild camping trips. Near to the river that runs through the middle, I encountered two such cretins. They’d actually done an adequate job of setting up their tarps and hammocks but they were doing a piss poor job of getting a fire going. This was mainly because, despite the open book (Ray Mears) they had no idea about the correct way to build a fire. They’d all the gear though. Shiny, new stuff like a small forest axe, bushcraft knives, survival tin, med kit, etc. There was no tinder or kindling, just four large logs, about 8 inches in diameter and twice that long. They were wondering why they couldn’t get them to light. Did I mention that there was a shit load of dry grass all over the ground? Well I have now. As I’m sure you’re aware, you do not try to start a fire in an area that has that much combustible material on the ground.
So, I got them to clear the entire area that their camp was in, keeping some to help with starting their fire. To be fair, they were actually quite good students. And after only an hour, they had one of the logs ablaze. I advised them to do a bushcraft course and then went on my way. If I hadn’t been there though, they would either have started a massive forest fire, or they’d still be trying to get a fire going now.
Over the past couple of years, I’ve encountered an increasing number of people, usually young guys, who buy all the gear, and the books/DVD’s, and have absolutely NO idea what they’re doing. Sooner or later, someone is going to be seriously hurt because these dumb fucks haven’t the first clue what they’re doing. A book can’t tell them how sharp a knife or axe can be. And none of the books I’ve seen have mentioned the importance of practising the skills they demonstrate. I’ve been out hiking with my wife in the lake district, Cumbria and the Pennines and seen people hiking wearing jeans and trainers. No map or compass, just a fucking smartphone app. One idiot even asked my for directions to Ladybower dam. We were in Cumbria at the time.
In some ways, it’s good that people are taking more of an interest in the British countryside. I just wish they would clue the fuck up before heading out.
Nominated by: Quick Draw McGraw
If there are any ladies out there thinking about having fake tits let me implore you not to do it. The only type of bloke you are going to attract with fake titties are cunts and if your present man wants you to do it then dump the cunt immediately, no trial separation, pack the cunts bags for him and give him his cards.
A nice big pair of squishy wobbly sagging tits, preferably with stretch marks are the way to go.
As for breast reductions, they are an abomination and should be outlawed.
Nominated by: Fat Rich
( Just a little something for the weekend. Ed. )
I’m sure they do it to wind us up and they do it on purpose, that, or they are in league with the purveyors of blood pressure medicants.
Allow me to illustrate:
Sunday afternoon, Biggin Hill Air-show on the goggle box; the surround sound is wound up and flexing the windows. Enter honeybunch
“Loud isn’t it!” Strike one. That’s why I turned it on you dozy cunt, is what I wanted to say, but I let it slide.
“Now listen; this is what it’s about lass: a Spitfire.”
“Sounds just like any other engine to me.” Strike two. You fucking soulless harridan!
Michael Clarke announces his retirement and gets emotional:
“Aw.” She says “I feel sorry for him, don’t you?”
“No!” “He’s a baggy green Aussie bastard, which is as hateful a frenchman (No! Fuck off spell-checker he’s not having a capital F) without an English arrow sticking out of his chest. I hate the bloody convicts; they hate us so why should I feel pity for him”
“But it’s only a game and you shouldn’t get so angry, it can’t be good for you.” Strike three through twenty-three.
See what I mean. They can never attain cuntitude, but by the fuck the know about cuntishness and how to twist it when it’s in up to the hilt.
Of course you could never trump Cuntishness with Cuntitude or you’d never get your shirts ironed.
Sneaky vindictive cunning Cunts.
Nominated by: King Cnut