I’m not sure if this (or something similar) has already been cunted but here goes. (yes, there was but don’t worry about it – Day Admin)
I’d like to cunt summer! People complain about winter but this is fucking Britain – get used to it!
At least with winter you can put the radiator on or more layers; in the summer, once you strip naked, all that’s left to remove is you skin. I’d also like to point out that winter is the only thing which occasionally has the effect of making economic gimmegrants think twice about invading old Blighty and fucking off back to the shit holes from whence they slithered.
Below is a list of my main issues with summer (although the list is not exhaustive):
– Humidity. Obviously the Sahara Desert doesn’t have to content with this problem. Lucky bastard Arabs don’t know they’re born! In fact, the fuckers should probably stay there and save the journey.
– Sweating. I bet Chimpanzees’ ball bags don’t stick to their legs…… oh yeah that’s right, they don’t really sweat.
– Hayfever. As the Scottish comedian Leo Kearse so eloquently put it in one of his standup routines, pollen is essentially plant jizz so hayfever season is like one giant plant bukkake. Fuck pollen.
– Flying Ants. Big, horrible, uncoordinated fuckers who all choose one day of the year to look for new nests. These dopey bints can’t fly for shit as they crash right into your face and don’t even attempt to make evasive maneuvers. It’s like they thought “well today is my first flying lesson so I think I’ll fly half way across the world and bomb Pearl Harbour”. Pricks.
– Wasps. Pointless, nasty, scratchy, angry little fuckers (scratchy because that’s the noise they make when they’re making a nest in your cavity wall). They don’t give us honey, they just fly around rocking the black and yellow attire of the bumblebee like some insect version of a Stella-addled bolshy chav wearing Burberry out to stab some innocent passer-by.
– Thrips. So small you can barely see them but you damn well know the little fuckers are there when they fly into your eye.
– Sky fire. That giant flaming ball in the sky not only gives me sunburn but also bleaches my hair to some hideous-looking, light dayglo ginger.
Just for balance, I think it only fair to highlight some of the good points of summer:
– Freshly-mown lawn smell (although grass messes with my hayfever so I guess this one gets cancelled-out).
– BBQs (Love the smell of burning charcoal and meat)
– Scantily-clad women.
That’s about it really. Mostly, summer is shite.
Nominated by: Two In The Stink



