What is in these peoples heads that every pub evening it’s so uncivilised pint glasses get chucked at people? Don’t get me wrong I’ve seen a fair few funny moments and so has the cunt in the corner on his own reading the guardian or mirror on his own. It’s no excuse not to frequent the establishment.
These cat-loving cretins with velure curtains love to watch EastEnders every night and never venture out their shit pit because they are scared of the Farooqs hanging round the corner shop. Yet they try to get it to shut down because they live so a lonely existence. When in reality these people would help them.
Secondly is the gym cunt, these bastards are a right pain in the arse. They might spend 20 quid a month running on a piece of rubber but fuck me, what’s the point unless you join the forces? Get all that lycra and bend over on Instagram, it doesn’t make you anymore appealing. I’d much more a deep conversation over a can of black rat quite frankly.
Do these people not realise that pubs are in some respect the last bastion of culture in this once great country only to be screwed over by corner shops (run by shady tax-dodging cunts selling overpriced cans of orange boom) and supermarkets and religious zealots.
The pub is the hub. When a lockdown is over, let’s make it work. I don’t give a shit if you hate Tim Martin or not, the guy is a legend in my eyes and so are all landlords for having to put up with these cunts trying to fuck you over. I take of my hat to you!
Nominated by: Clown Clown the Cunty Man



