A cunting please for the Samaritans who have suspended one of their volunteers, Robert Laverick, for having the temerity to speak out about the harm done by a degenerate bunch of trans activists called ‘Gendered Intelligence’, a group who the Samaritans endorse and recommend on their fucking website.

Gendered Intelligence have been going into schools and indoctrinating kids as young as four on the subject of changing gender, i.e that they may have been born in a body of the wrong sex.

FFS…

In July Mr Laverick, posting on X, debunked claims by the group that the current ban on puberty blockers will increase child suicides, among other lies.

If anything will increase child suicides it’s these cunts infiltrating schools and fucking up the minds of innocent, impressionable young children.

This is blatant child abuse and the Samaritans are accessories to the fact.

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Nominated by Shit-cake Baker.

You’ll all be familiar with Danny ‘Double Chin’ Dyer, professional BellEnder and rumoured lovechild of ‘Dirty Den’ Watts and Pat Butcher. Well Danny’s got a new flick out soon. It’s called ‘Marching Powder’, and it’s about a geezer trying to stop snorting the old Columbian white and fighting at football matches, and turn his life around to save his marriage.

So we can expect to see some promotional stuff popping up the meeja in the coming days I suppose. You know the sort of thing; Danny out flogging ‘The Big Ishoo’ and bemoaning the lot of the homeless, or maybe a photo opp as he quaffs a pint and an eel pie in bar of ‘The Whore’s Drawers’ somewhere down the East End. He might turn up on breakfast tv as he does from time to time, giving it large on the state of affairs in the Middle East or something, know wot ah mean?

You just have to put up with this kind of ‘d’ list shite, but in my opinion The Cockney Cockhead has just excelled himself when granting an exclusive to ‘The Daily Scar’ on the bombshell topic of, erm, his ringpiece. It seems that the lad’s partial to a fiendishly hot Ruby Murray and a few beers on a Saturday night, but this causes him some discomfort. ‘There’s a myth that it (Indian food) gives you the runs’ cautions Danny. ‘It doesn’t, it just makes your arsehole sting’.

A sad and cautionary tale, I’m sure you’ll all agree. We can only sympathise with Danny as he endures his ‘curry hell. It’s a story with a universal theme; we’ve all been there. But at least there’s a happy outcome, as he tells us. He ‘plans carefully’ for when he needs ‘to get that first pony out of the way’. What does this involve? Well, keeping his bog roll cool obviously, and this requires some thought. ‘You don’t wanna leave your toilet roll next to the potato salad in the fridge, it’s not very appetising is it. So I just pop it in me little wine cooler and dab away’.

It’s a touchin’ good story, told with all the elegance and refinement that we’ve come to expect from such a gent. I’ll definitely be looking out for that new film now, I do so admire a real touch of quality in a ‘celebrity’. Good on yer mah san, the people have a right to know.

Daily Star

Nominated by Ron Knee.

It was about 18 months ago.
I was away on business and staying in a hotel.
I hadn’t had that much to drink the night before but I kept having to get up for a piss.

I must have got up a dozen times.
I was pissing for Spain.
Something wasn’t right.

When I got home I went to the chemist and she gave me a simple blood test.
She said that I had diabetes and made me an appointment with my doctor.
She told me that all of that pissing was my body trying to get rid of the sugar.

My doctor made arrangements for a full set of tests and it was confirmed.
The Artful Cunter is damaged goods.

I was given a prescription for three different types of pills and a diet sheet to follow.

I asked how long I needed to take the pills for and she told me the rest of your life.
She cheerfully added, ‘so not too long’.

That’s when things changed for the worse in the Cunter household.

The wife insists that I stick to the fucking diet sheet and everything on it is fucking horrible.
If you are ever tempted, DO NOT eat brown rice.
It tastes like I imagine cat litter does.

Any chocolates or sweets in Casa Cunter are hidden away.
Chips and other fried foods are off limits.

The wife tells me that Queen Elizabeth I died of diabetes.
The fucking woman was 67 in a time when you died of old age in your 20’s.

When we go out to eat it’s a case of, “You’re not eating that!”
If I ignore her then I get accusing looks all night.

“You’re not going to have another beer are you? Don’t you think that you have had enough?”.

Well obviously fucking not because I have just ordered another one.

I used to be able to go away on business and not hear from Mrs Cunter for days.
But now she is on the phone 3 times a day.

Not asking about the hotel, city or work.
She wants to know what I have been eating.

Bless her.
She means well but I do wish that she would shut the fuck up.

Diabetes is a cunt.

diabetes uk

Nominated by The Artful Cunter.

I’ve never liked this attention seeking old boot.

She’s always been willing to whip her withered udders out for some publicity, had more free lunches than kier Starmer ,
And talks bollocks.

In a recent interview she said

”
You lose people along the way. And I always say it’s so sad that Kurt Cobain died when he did because he never saw GPS as it’s the most wonderful thing to watch my little blue spot walking down the street”.

?!!
Kurt Cobain was a self pitying little smackrat.
What would he do with GPS?
Find a methadone clinic?

She’s senile.

She also waffles on about going to church as a atheist (why?)

Look.supergran,
You may of been worth a root 50yr ago but nowadays you’re just a luvvie from yesteryear.
Shut the fuck up.

Daily Fail

Nominated by Miserable northern cunt.