What the fuck is the Mobot, a sum up of your IQ you fucking moron?
You may be able to run, you will need to for when I come to hunt down in my car on your next marathon you fuckwit.
Nominated by : Sick of all cunts from the Olympics
What the fuck is the Mobot, a sum up of your IQ you fucking moron?
You may be able to run, you will need to for when I come to hunt down in my car on your next marathon you fuckwit.
Nominated by : Sick of all cunts from the Olympics
Xtra stress, xtra shite, xtra brain damage, xtra fucking aggro!
Totally. Fucking. Useless. Cunts.
Xtra long phone queues.
“Could this be another example of Halifax not giving a fuck?” I asked. “Could be” said the man in the call centre.
Xtra cunty cunts.
Nominated by : Dioclese

Michael McIntyre. So smug, unfunny and fat, his is the level of cuntitude by which all other cunts are measured. He truly is the Cunt’s Cunt. The reason I am nominating him again is that it’s come to my attention that the cunt is beginning to resemble the dead cunt, Frank Carson.
Let’s hope McIntyre goes the way of Carson and is soon six feet under. The cunt.
Perhaps they are related? I think we should be told!
Nominated by : Fred West
My uncle Reggie (the one that looks a bit like the Dalai Lama, but without the slitty eyes) used to tour with a freak show throughout the West Midlands billed as ‘The only pigmented albino in the world’. Never made any money as you could see all the cunting freaks for free just wandering through Dudley market on a Saturday morning. Stupid pigmented albino cunt.
Old Reggie died mysteriously in a house fire in 1984. I know what you’re thinking, but I had an alibi. At that time I was with them cunts the Dalai Lama and Richard Gere at the local pet shop with a couple of toilet rolls.
Nuff said.
Nominated by : Flaxen Saxon