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NOW LET’S GET CUNTING!
The Blue Man Group.
Blue Man Group is an American performative arts company who through non-verbal communication use music, art, mime, comedy and drumming in their stage performances.
I’m sure most of you have seen them and they have always creeped me out a bit. Bald cap wearing Smurf blue, wide-eyed mutes who never smile, speak or break character and always appear on stage as a trio. Its weird and its gimmicky and I don’t like it.
Its been going since the late eighties and they play to sell out audiences all over the world so there is no denying they are popular but so to were shell suits and Gary Glitter. Maybe I’m missing the nuances of playing ‘Another One Bites the Dust’ on some old drainpipes?
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Tyson Fury
In May this year Tyson Fury was beaten for the first time in his professional career by Oleksandr Usyk, a boxer much smaller and lighter than himself. Now, five months later, as he prepares for their re-match, he tells us that his wife suffered a miscarriage on the eve of their first fight. She didn’t give a reason at the time for not joining him in Saudi Arabia, but he ‘just knew’. Not that he’s using this as an excuse for losing, you understand.
https://www.skysports.com/boxing/news/12183/13239895/tyson-fury-reveals-wife-paris-suffered-miscarriage-a-day-before-his-fight-with-oleksandr-usyk-in-may
Fury and his wife already have seven children and fittingly, as they’re all special and not ordinary like everyone else’s, they had to be given appropriately special names. Firstly there’s Venezuela aged 13, then Prince John James (11), Prince Tyson II (7), Valencia (5), Prince Adonis Amaziah (4), Athena (2) and lastly Prince Rico.
Of course Fury should be congratulated for his valiant attempts to populate the north west of Lancashire with his super brood, But seeing as his net worth is estimated to be anywhere between £40 million and £180 million, he would go up in my estimation if he could prove that he had never claimed one penny in child benefit from the state,
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PAT McFADDEN M.P.:
Perhaps no worse than any other member of Team Twat, surely the worst government in history, Pat McFadden, the 60 year old slapheaded Jock cunt deserves a special award for being such a vacuous looking, excuse seeking, lying turd, Starmer’s greatest apologist. He looks like an 80 year old, the sort of old man, who, if you saw him hanging around a primary school on a weekday afternoon, you would be inclined to phone the police.
If anyone remembers Nearest & Dearest, old Jockstrap could well have played “Walter” – he wouldn’t have even needed to speak:
https://www.express.co.uk/news/politics/1967987/labour-pat-mcfadden-kay-burley
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BMW DRIVERS
NOW IT’S PERSONAL
Along with most road users I have never been enamoured by the antics of BMW drivers.
They don’t indicate their intentions, they drive on your bumper and overtake aggressively and often dangerously. They lurk behind you with their shark-teeth radiator fins like predators. As a Jaguar driver I also thought they had an inferiority complex(!)
However, up until recently I managed to avoid any conflict with them. I just thought they were show off twats.
But…one day last week I pulled safely out of my lane and a speeding BMW then followed me out of the village on my tail up to the junction with the main road where not unreasonably I stopped. Good job I did as traffic was passing. The BMW then whacked into the back of me. He wasn’t doing a great speed but left it too late to brake and when he got out of his car he announced it was down to his wife as she has just rung him!
We inspected the damage of which there appeared to be none to mine but the valence on his BMW was broken. He couldn’t wait to get away but I insisted on exchanging details. He tried to get my agreement that my car wasn’t damaged but I said I would need to check properly later. He then sped off with me making sure he was in front this time. I didn’t want the git behind me again.
To be honest I might have let it go after bollocking him on his driving manners. But a week or so later I realised the rear parking sensors were no longer working which was obviously the result of the bump.
Now insurance claims are a hassle even if you are not at fault. So I rang the guy to discuss the options. The polite, apologetic young man had obviously disappeared. Now he was rude, arrogant and aggressive (just like his driving behaviour). It was all my fault as I’d braked too sharply. I’d agreed to take no action (I had not). His wife on the phone was a witness. Now all this is total bollocks of course and his appalling attitude put an end to any negotiation. He’d already had his car repaired at his own expense and he will have to explain that to his insurers.
I rang off, sent him a text telling him what I thought of him without threats or swearing. Blocked him. Then I submitted my claim against him.
I do hope this will hurt him financially at least. But the experience confirmed my beliefs about BMW drivers and let’s be honest Audis as well. I don’t like vast generalisations and I’ve no doubt there are many exceptions to the rule including a close friend of mine who has a beamer and is a gentleman of the road.
Yet the facts don’t lie.
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/travel/article-12147957/BMW-drivers-voted-rudest-motorists-Britains-roads.html
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People who are totally careless and oblivious.
Firstly dear fellow cunters, my apologies for not being very active here of late. I’ve had a lot of things to deal with and not much spare time for anything else.
An ongoing and very draining observation which has grown like a virus in recent times is people being totally unaware of their surroundings and oblivious to everything around them.
It was always bad as humans and cuntitude go together like pie and mash, but just lately and especially since Convid-19, people are more zombified than ever before.
A good question has been raised: “How do we prepare for the Zombie Apocalypse?” Answer: “How would any fucker even notice the difference?”
The plague of oblivious people has reached a point of critical mass. I sadly lament the demise of our old friends, common-sense and forethought. On the flipside, I’ve seen many videos where clueless people have been removed from the world by their own dumb arsed ways, so Natural Selection in action is a very good thing, especially when said people do blatantly dumb stuff, like walking into an aircraft propellor and their head vanishes in a pink mist or a worker climbing into a hydraulic press and getting his upper torso flattened like an A4 sheet.
I saw a video of some doss Karen cunt, vandalising machinery and deliberately trying to cut hydraulic hoses with a pair of garden loppers. She clearly didn’t realise or care how much extreme pressure they run on. What in the fuck?
From people merrily walking along rail tracks and getting dismantled, through to dumb arses climbing up on pylons and getting cooked, or drunks wandering in heavy traffic and getting smeared down the road like a steaming steak-crayon, the list goes on. However, nature has a way of thinning said people out with their dipshit actions. Good lord and good day!
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Seconded.
https://www.express.co.uk/news/uk/1967959/Woman-horrifically-killed-plane-propeller-taking-photos
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Seconded Mark 2.
https://nypost.com/2024/10/28/us-news/pro-photographer-dies-backing-into-plane-propeller
Better link.
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People who buy cheap foreign shit over the internet are cunts.
Check out the Temu croissant lamp:
https://www.tiktok.com/@froginahatgirl/video/7409961705863695617
We’ve all bought Chinese knock off crap from the tiny men with fiendish yellow brains, or so I am told. But who would have imagined they would be dipping breakfast pastries in plastic and knocking them out for under a tenner? Brilliant.
Of course, any croissant lamp that uses an actual croissant is definitely a fake. A real croissant lamp costs around £90.00.
The possibilities for making a few quid seem limitless. Maybe one day there will be a cunt lamp…
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Hulk Hogan.
I’ve never liked this red skinned,yellow haired steroid swollen yank gobshite.
He says all the right things
Tells kids to take vitamins,say their prayers, be good for teacher etc
Hes conservative, being a staunch supporter of Trump and promotes American ideals.
He’s racist 😁
All fine by me.
But he says all this then shags his best mates wife and filmed it.
His best mate(!) Bubba the Love Sponge( deedpoll so real name)
Then sues his mate for invasion of privacy.
Charming.
There’s something deeply flawed with a man who sports a canary yellow handlebar moustache,
To me he always looks like he’s escaped from a San Francisco pride event.
He wouldn’t necessarily help sway my vote if I was a undecided American.
Anyway, he’s a cunt.
https://www.jacksonville.com/story/entertainment/local/2012/10/16/hulk-hogan-sues-bubba-love-sponge-djs-ex-wife-website-over-sex-tape/15851015007/
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Cliché Film Props
For someone who loves ‘movies’ as much as I do, I seem to find a lot in the American variety that really pisses me off of late. I’ve been on here in the not-too-distant cunting worn-out dialogue of the ‘we’re running out of time!’ variety. I’ve cunted the tedious scenarios, of which there are many; hero walks away from huge explosion without looking back sort of thing, in slo-mo of course. Then there’s the persistent and wearisome use of product placement…
When watching a flick last night, I was reminded of how American film-makers have even managed to make a cliché from the use of props. A character had been out to get steak for dinner. She came back carrying the obligatory plain brown paper bag, with guess what sticking out the top? You got it, a fucking baguette.
Here are a few other worn-out prop clichés to back up my point;
*coffee and doughnuts; six steaming hot plastic cups and a box of doughnuts, carried into the office in one hand by a character determined to be friendly
*napkin; so that somebody can show how sick they are by coughing blood into it
*parked car; conveniently parked for a falling body to smash into
*mobile phone; works anywhere, except when it’s most needed to work
*photograph; of loved ones, propped up by serviceman, to show he’s for the chop
*cardboard box; pic of family sticking out, carried out of office by someone just fired
*helicopter and/or black SUV; crucial for CIA, NSA or the Feds to stage arrival
*breakfast; always cooked by wife but left by husband, who’s inevitably running late
*car keys; conveniently under visor for escaping hero (car then won’t start natch; ‘come on come ON!’, cliché dialogue supplement)
*file; for buzzard female lawyer to slam shut and say ‘we’re done here’ to cops
You can even have characters as cliché props. There’s the hero with the social outcast friend, the high school lead with the nerdy but supersmart sidekick…
Throw all these various knackered tropes into the mix, and it’s hard to disagree with Ricky Gervais’s assessment that Hollywood product these days is awful. It’s lazy, tired, unimaginative, dominated by prequels and sequels and superhero crap, not to mention being infected by incessant wokery.
So if you want to see a rinse-and-repeat bore, packed with clapped out dialogue and plot lines, and yes, even worn-out props, just take a trip to your nearest multiplex, and you’ll be amply rewarded by the ‘choice’ on offer. For myself, I think I might have to stick with the ‘Golden Age’ classics and works from Europe and Latin America from now on.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-UHr5baraKo
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