A fuck me drunk it’s all about me cunting for Khadi Gueye.

‘A tribute involving Black Lives Matter protest organiser Khady Gueye is being erected in the Forest of Dean to mark her experiences as a black woman living in a mostly white part of the UK.’

For those not familiar with this area it is Fred West territory. They are of the Deliverance variety of hicks. They treat anyone from outside the area as alien. In a word, they are ‘challenging’.

However, this poor persecuted kaffir is apparently singled out because she is black, innit. She wants a sculpture trail illustrating her suffering. And that of all the other kaffirs persecuted in the forest (ie her) The locals, unsurprisingly, are not happy.
Entitled, victim, identity obsessed non-contributing me me me. Get a fucking life.

Nominated by: Cuntstable Cuntbubble

Crisps all round and handbags-at-three paces, as ageing retired footballer Mr Ferdinand seethes again, courtesy of the BBC (who else?) at an incident which occured nine years ago now.

Obviously believing revenge is a dish best served cold he regales us with the frightful incident all these years on:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/football/55074804

Let it be noted he admits to using foul lanaguge himself, so he is no angel, but of course, because of his skin hue, what was said BY him wasn’t racist, but what was said TO him was.

Given the BBC’s woke agenda, only matched by their ability to make mind numbingly trivial game shows for transmission every day, I am surprised they haven’t yet thought up “The Race Race” – they could get Linecunt to introduce it – Max Factor and Walker Crisps could sponsor it. Line up to see which darkie is most offended today, the winner to be be awarded a prize from Doreen Lawrence.

Nominated by: W. C. Boggs

I am sorry to say the Hewitt-Windsor News Bureau (HWNB), are at it again – fuck Brexit, fuck even Covid19, Mrs. H has something to say, and you’ll goddam have to listen to it till it’s talked away:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-55068783

“Harry dear – we haven’t been in the newspapers a WHOLE day, what can we do?

Harry: Quick old girl, drink this bottle of gin, I’ll run you a very hot bath and take a knitting needle in with you”

I wouldn’t put it past the attention seeking arsewipes.

Nominated by: W. C. Boggs

And seconded by: Captain Quimson

Seconded WC,

I must say I was most distressed hearing about a small collection of half caste foetal cells being ejected from the Duchess of da corn bread, hearing cunts like this go on about miscarriages reminds one of “the United appeal for the dead” off Kentucky Fried Movie,

miscarriages are not babies Megan, doctors can legally terminate a pregnancy till birth under the 1967 act so stop trying to hog the limelight from Wills and Kates dog, okay hun, utter cunt of piss boiling proportions!!!!

Last few days ive felt a bit tired,
The akita gets me up early,
Few big jobs on,
But felt low energy.
Woke up this morning and one side of my face had swollen up!
Looked like fuckin Popeye!
Abcess.
Had them before, they poison your blood, can be pretty bad if left untreated.
Fuckin teeth the treacherous bastards, so been the dentist who was about 12yrs and he told me in his expert opinion it was a abcess
So on antibiotics and cant touch alcohol for 7days, then get the tooth yanked,
Ive more fingers than teeth,
I fell asleep sat upright before
At bleeding teatime,
Abcesses are poisoners like the Russians.
They are truly cunts.

(Thanks for making me look through a ton of gross disgusting pictures – NA)

Nominated by: Miserable Northern Cunt

An urgent, XXXJug-eared cunting for Mike Craven-Todd, whose auricular flaps would make St. Gary jealous. This psycho-eyed, with more than a slight hint of the diddler about him twat keeps popping up bemoaning the fact that he has to go to shitehole cuntries to watch the appalling sights – kiddies drinking polluted water; this natuwally makes him vewy angwy. Vewy vewy angwy indeed. Apparently every two minutes we don’t send dosh to WaterAid, some junior aspiring architect dies. In this season of goodwill, I persuade fellow cunters to do as I have done – namely to sit back, make obscene gestures at the screen, and put £2- in my own Christmas box, towards a bottle or three of Balfour’s sparkling white from the Coop.
(nb: Lady HBelinda does not sit on the Coop board. Nor does she sit on any of their faces)

Nominated by: HBelindaHubbard