(Here’s something different for your Saturday Night entertainment! – Day Admin)

I’ll start this nom. with an admission. When it comes to pursuing the many and varied delights offered by what the tabloids coyly refer to as ‘romping’, I’ve availed myself at any opportunity which presented itself. I’m sure most people do the same; it’s normal, an essential part of what makes us human (This also includes perverts, degenerates and other associated deviants on ISAC – Day Admin).

It’s also probably the case that at some point, a potential experience brings with it a feeling of extreme trepidation. There’s a line to cross, and you have grave misgivings as to whether or not a particular pursuit is really for you.

I came to my line a short while ago. The wife passed me her laptop and said ‘have a look at these. Would you fancy giving it a go if I sent off for a set?’.

It turned out that she was looking at a site selling what are called ‘urethral sounds’. I’m sure you’ll all have a pretty good idea of what these devices are for, but anyone requiring further details might like to consult the link;  (Notice: Link shows sex aids, just in case there are people hovering over your shoulder as you read this – Day Admin)

News Link

Now here’s an opportunity to sample something new, but I’ll state that frankly, the very thought makes my eyes water. I mean, who thinks up these things in the first place? They look like medieval instruments of torture to me.

‘Moan out in harmonious pleasure’ says the ad  I’d say that there’s an equal chance of one or other of us ending up writhing about on a trolley in A and E as a result of this indulgence; and think of the humiliation to boot.(Like this poor sod  Arse Dildos   – DA)

Thanks dear, but it looks like a bit of a cunt, so I’ll give it a swerve.

(Well, at least let me think about it…)

Nominated by: Ron Knee

For about a week, Rio Ferdinand seemed to stop educating us all. I was worried and becoming somewhat anxious, because we all need our regular fix of Rio’s wise words.

Well thankfully, he returned to form this weekend. Some of you meany-moos might suggest his job is to be a pundit on the football and only the football. Pah! That’s soooo 2010!

Rio knows everything about everything, to the point he feels he should educate us all on everything from race relations, politics, gambling and sexuality. Thank goodness he can’t help himself in helping us all in becoming better educated.

So thank goodness this weekend, that he used practically the entire pre game build up and half time ‘analysis’ to talk about the gayness.

Yes, after BT Sport had started their Saturday lunchtime show with a double entendre filled monologue from a drag queen (‘They go down easy’ etc.), Rio then interviewed what I think was a woman. Rio then said it would be great if kids felt like they could ask about gay sexuality after asking about the rainbow laces.

Indeed, what is wrong with little Johnny finding out his team, whose miniature kit he wears to bed, are celebrating a man sticking his nob up another man’s shitter?

Get your priorities right, you bigots!

I for one am grateful for Professor Rio’s and BT Sport’s fine edumakashuns.
(There must be a way of finding out what his actual academic qualifications are. It would be fun to know. – NA)

BT Sports Link

Nominated by: Cuntybollocks

”Police are arresting twice as many white terror suspects as those of Asian ethnicity in Britain as the number of far-right investigations grow, new figures show”

And:-

”The number of white people arrested also rose in the year to 101 people – twice the number of Asian suspects (49) arrested.”

This according to the Independent.

So where are the atrocities? The dead and the maimed?
Could it be that daft fuckers dressing up as the SS in the woods are an easy target compared to arresting the 1000s of Asian cunts who do mean to kill and maim? Are these cunts justifying their existence while they practice the usual excuses for the next Muslim attack.
If we were comparing like with like then there should have been twice as many ‘white’ terrorist outrages as Muslim.
Can anyone smell horseshit?

Independent News Link

Nominated by: Cuntstable Cuntbubble

(Warning: Moose Alert – Day Admin)
(Jeepers creepers! Is that a photo from that Avatar movie from a few years back? – NA)

Whilst watching the idiot box with the beautiful and fragrant Mrs Cunter the other night, this pile of shite came on once again.

YouTube Link

For those not wanting to view the link it is the perfume advert where a dozen or so of the most horrendous women you could ever imagine tell you that they are ‘perfect’.

I asked Mrs Cunter how the advert made her feel.

I said, “You can make the effort to keep in shape and you always have done. You have always looked after your hair and your teeth and been careful about what you eat, so how do you feel about these fuck ugly women telling the world that they are perfect?”

She thought about it for a while and said that she couldn’t give a fuck.

Weary acceptance.

When I was a young man I was actively involved in sport at a national level.
Not just a six pack, I had an eight pack, was devilishly good looking and had absolutely no problem with pulling the fittest girls.

I was a fanny rat, a minge hound if you will.

If I were to have seen a group of ugly, overweight, balding men with rotten teeth who thought that they were perfect, I would have made it quite clear that no they are fucking not.

But now we seem to have accepted the wierd as normal.

We accept The Gays holding hands and kissing in the streets.
We accept their obscene ‘Pride’ marches.

We accept the lunatic men who put on a frock and a wig.
The new acceptance is to call them ‘she’ and ‘her’, even when it is abundantly clear that they are not female.

We now allow this shit to escalate and unless we abandon our weary acceptance who knows where it will stop.

There is a nutter who lives somewhere near the parade of bars and restaurants close to where I live.

He is one of the most unconvincing transsexuals that you would ever see.

We watch him trying to walk in his huge, high heeled shoes, wearing his mini skirt and crop top along with his badly fitting, cheap wig.

He is English.

He will settle himself into a corner of a bar terrace and spend an hour or so trying unsuccessfully to look demure whilst sipping a glass of wine.
He will then lurch off in the direction that he came.

The bar owners and waiting staff have wearily accepted this nut case.

But on one occasion it was raining and there was a kid’s birthday party going on.
Everyone, including the nutter were inside the bar.
The bar owner told the wierdo that he had to leave.
He told him that he was upsetting the children.

There was no acceptance from the bar owner.
It was a leave, or I will throw you out.

That made me question myself.

Being one of the few people that use the bars and who speaks English, I should have confronted this lunatic years ago.
It should have been me that should have told him that he looked and acted ridiculously and was not welcome.

But I was victim to weary acceptance too.

Nominated by: The Artful Cunter

I posted a moan recently about woke historical revision – based on a film about Mary Queen of Scots surrounded by duskies and bumboys – but I have been equally annoyed by a Netflix series called “The Last Czars” in which the characters talk as if the Russian Revolution happened last week instead of over a century ago.

The script was obviously written by a software and OKed on a zoom session by people who don´t think authentic dialogue is important even in a historical film.

The Czarina moans about “lies and spin” in the newspapers over her relationship with the randy mad monk Rasputin.

Prince Yussupov, who was behind Rasputin´s murder, is portrayed as a precious, cravat-wearing nancy boy and when an Orthodox bishop warns Rasputin that they need to be “on the same page” Rasputin responds by saying, “Hear me with some fucking respect. Get the fuck off me” and then nuts him.

Rasputin, who appears to have shagged every woman in Siberia and the rest of Russia, talks with a Coronation Street accent saying things like “Let God´s luv enter ye” before deflowering a virgin.

Other Shakespearian lines include, “You need to treat the Czar as your divine leader, not as your cash register.”

The film is a semi-documentary punctuated by academic ”experts” who look as if they should still be in short trousers and gym slips.

Give me “Doctor Zhivago”, “Lara´s Theme” and Julie Christie in her pristine beauty any day although I would rather she had not shared her dacha and duvet with Osama Bin Sharif.

Netflix Link

Nominated by: Mr Polly