For anyone expecting a parcel to be delivered by this bunch of cunts, I wouldn’t bother waiting in.

Having ordered a brand new pair of trainers from Converse at the beginning of the month, I waited with much excitement for the delivery guy to show himself on my doorbell camera. The alloted time slot came and went and then I received an email stating that my parcel had been delivered.

I checked the doorbell camera again. nope, no sign of any delivery. The email was accompanied by a photo of the delivery cunt allegedly delivering my parcel…to someone else’s address. The fucking useless twat.

Refund sought and duly paid by Converse, I reorder my trainers. They are meant to be delivered today between 12:00 – 14:00. It is now 18:00 and still no sign of the Evri delivery cunt. That’s two pairs of trainers that some thieving Evri driver has fucked off with and another from Australia that was meant to be delivered at the same time.

Go fuck yourselves Evri! I would advise every online retailer to avoid these cunts like the plague. Unless you want to be sending numerous replacements at your own cost, because Evri simply couldn’t give a shit.

Nominated by : Odin

Over the last 12 months I have read so many reports in the MSM and computer media regarding how scammers are moving away from trying to hack into computers using viruses and malware, and have since moved on towards hacking into apps where you can pay using your phone.

The Weakest Link is the QR code (or Quick Response). This looks like a barcode but is a method where a phone installed with a QR reader can scan and interpret the QR code in order to make a payment for a service.

The link below is just one example where scammers can produce dodgy QR of their own, which they then place on top of legitimate QR codes (or remove the latter completely). The victim comes along scan the code and then finds his bank has been hacked and his money pinched.

These scams can happen anywhere where cashless payments by phone/card is your only option. The providers of these services warn customers to be “vigilant” about using QR codes, which to me seems like they’re shifting responsibility away from themselves and onto the punter to worry about.

Nearly everywhere you go these days retailers are demanding that you pay cashless by either contactless card and/or “download the app”. You’ll see it even more or train stations, carparks, airports and not just ordinary shops.  All of which means that you are being tracked not only by where you are and what you’ve bought, but also the sharing of your personal information stored on your phone. And its this that hackers are after, which means we have to be even more cautious how we use an app.

The “Go Cashless” project is just another complication in an already complicated life for a lot of people. And using these apps to pay for things is just another example.

Telegraph News Link

Nominated by: Technocunt

To call this cunt a Walter Mitty type of character would be an insult to his victims. He is no eccentric fantasist but a lying manipulative devious sack of shit, indulged by the Scottish legal system as we shall later see. First a bit of background.

A convicted sexual predator he went on the run from the U.S in 2020 after faking his own death as more victims of his crimes came forward, eventually washing up in Scotland as Arthur Knight, an Irish orphan. When in hospital after catching Covid-19 he was recognised by staff as being on an Interpol red notice.

This was a year ago and since then has used every trick in the book to deny his true identity. From speaking in an Irish accent so he did, to claiming his distinctive tattoos had been done in hospital while he was in a coma – I don’t think the NHS offers free half sleeves….yet. Fingerprints were also taken by a nurse called Patrick and manipulated to match those held on file in America.

Why did it take a whole fucking year to see though this bullshit? Fingerprints, DNA, the tattoos or a background check on his alias Arthur Knight could all have been done in hours. The fact he sacked six lawyers, all probably funded by legal aid didn’t help matters. Since this is Krankie McSturgeon territory where men are women, why didn’t he just say he was a trans woman and couldn’t possibly have committed rape?

Now the bleeding fucking obvious has been finally established, he has been approved for extradition proceedings to the U.S. Given that it has taken years for cunts like Julian Assange and a couple of Rotherham peaceful groomers to maybe be fucked off to America and Pakistan I wouldn’t hold my breath on seeing this bastard on a plane anytime soon.

BBC News Link

Nominated by: Liberal Liquidator

One for the ISAC horn section.

Ladies, gentlemen and indeterminate fuckwits, I bring you Brian Nguyen…

https://www.spiked-online.com/2022/11/11/an-overweight-bloke-just-won-a-miss-america-beauty-pageant/

Apparently this fat, ugly cunt is a model. As foulmouthed Scottish comedian Jerry Sadowitz would say, fuck my pubic hair. If that gives you the horn, then you need extensive BBT.*

It’s bad enough mediocre blokes stealing women’s sporting medals. But this was a beauty contest. By no objective standard is fat Brian the best looking one in that group. This is about the judges being ‘inclusive’ and ‘on the right side of History.’ Wankers. Worse, fat Brian has nicked a $7500 scholarship from an actual female teenager.

FYI – the redhead on the right of the photo in the link would swallow that much of my spunk she’d be the same size as fat Brian in six months.

* BBT = Baseball Bat Therapy.

Nominated by: Emperor of East Anglia

I was taking to an old friend today who reminded me of the night I pulled ‘Pamela Anderson.’

He was taking the piss, as for a reason I can’t recall, I’d mentioned beer goggles. I’d told every cunt at the time way back that I’d had a (prime) Pamela Anderson lookalike wanting my cock.

Yes, years ago I’d pulled what I thought was a Baywatch standard bint in a club. I was steaming drunk at the time. I’d probably done 10 -12 pints by that point and a few shots.

Anyway, she gave me her number and said she’d like to meet me when I was sober. I agreed (despite wanting to have my way that very night).

Next afternoon I called her. She seemed surprised but was happy I’d called. We agreed to meet up in a bar the next evening.

I was buzzing and told me mate. I kept saying how fit she was. He laughed and said I must’ve had beer goggles on.

Got to the point where he asked how old I thought she was. My reply? About 22 or 23. He was pissing himself.

I just said he was jealous and went to meet her. I was about 27 at the time.

She was 42 and rank. (And I’m thinking you’re a Brad Pitt lookalike, right? – NA)

I felt fucking awful as I’d got her moist in a bit of text sex.

Upshot was I made some crap excuse about my (long dead) nan having a heart attack and left. And then never replying to her calls and messages until she got the hint.

Beer goggles are a cunt.

Or a boon, short term I suppose!

No link admin, they don’t really exist for this.

Nominated by: Cuntybollocks