are still cunts.

It is a civil matter! so recap some time ago I paid a company to collect my car to recondition the engine, or so I thought.
Turns out the cunts take a deposit, give an outrageous quote that people refuse and they scrap the car, so quid’s in for them.
Muppet features (me) said ok paid them a massive wedge and they thought shit and closed the company and legged it.
Any way they reformed a new company “Engine restore ltd” to do pretty much the same thing.

Any way I sat down with plod and we went through the google reviews of all 3 companies these twats have run doing pretty much the same thing and agreed that it looked a lot like fraud, he took it to his boss and they came back saying it is a civil matter.
now that’s cuntishness of the highest, I note they recently launched a task force to stop men wolf whistling female joggers.

the other reviews of the company are done by mates.

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Nominated by Lord Benny.

is a cunt.

The modern way of life sees many things held dear being irrevocably destroyed. A previous cunting branched in to the language side of things with cunters listing words they felt had lost any of their traditional meaning. My 2 go-to’s there would be ‘celebrity’ and ‘hilarious’. Bastardized to death by sensationalist click-bait stories about fuck-all.

And you might say ‘that’s fine, use alternate words if you want’ (There are contrarian fucking apologists for everything).

But 2 weeks ago some boats that were part of a ragtag flotilla were intercepted … we all knew they’d be stopped and they were. Taken to land and deported soon after. It has been done before, the IDF not as enamoured by our Greta as headline writers would appear to be. Big yawn.

But if you believe online news, the interception in question caused ‘Global outrage’. I don’t know how they’re defining that, personally.

In da movies, if a planet-killer asteroid is identified as heading for earth, there is global panic. That seems apt in the situation. But besides the cunts that are always going apeshit about the other thing *anyways*, it was business as usual the next day for ‘the world’.

Anyways. They must mean a few individuals in far flung spots to justify ‘global’. One in Greenland, say, .. one in Italy, one in Australia. All 3 outraged by the same something that only matters to them. DOES that count as global outrage, though?

It MUST, because the incident that has me cunting here, is the following :

Not very nice. Bullies are cunts. A *little* bit funny in a gallows humour sort of way. (kids using the word ‘Pussy’ 😄).

But still. ‘Global outrage’? I think not.

So what will we call it going forward if something of significant happenstance in the negative column were to occur?

As a tangent, the likes of the link get awarded the moniker ‘global outrage’, but .. other somewhat more outrageous events seem to not qualify. I don’t recall much global outrage being reported in the tabloids re: Southport et al.

I see in the time it took to nom this, this particular case was edited to ‘outrage worldwide’ in the article which is still hyperbolic hyper-bollocks but lexically a tad more defendable in an argument about it, I suppose .. but the cunting endures ‘cos the next so-called global outrage is surely only days away as I type.

Maybe Trump will misgender some cunt or something.

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Nominated by Cuntemall.

The Pakí Rapê gangs enquiry.

It’s beginning to emerge that the bureaucrats behind forming the enquiry are already attempting to hobble it before it’s even off the ground..

BBC News.

Two women have resigned after what they described as controlling behaviour by the know it all bureaucrats and their political masters,who no doubt want the matter to drag on for a decade in the hope the public forget what it’s for in the first place.

It already smells rotten,as does anything to do with Govt dealings with the Islamic mob.

A nice British cover up is on the cards I’d wager.

The Woke Cunts.

Nominated by : Unkle Terry

A two cheeks on the same arsehole cunting for that gruesome twosome Prince Andrew and his chiselling frump of an ex-wife Sarah ‘Fergie’ Ferguson. Struth, where the fuck do you actually start with this pair of charmers?

Well, good ol’ ‘Air Miles’ Andy, huh? As arrogant, greedy, selfish, entitled, shifty a cunt as ever walked in this fair land. We’ve known about him for years of course, with all the seedy stories of his appalling and boorish manner, and his ‘contacts’ with various shady characters of dubious reputation from unsavoury regimes, often, it seems, with his mind firmly fixed on what was in it for him.

But what’s properly blown him out of the water has been the enduring scandal of his slimy relationship with the now conveniently deceased American billionaire p@edo Jeffrey Epstein. Andrew can duck and dive like Del Boy, he can try to fudge and dissemble about the extent of his involvement in this massive sex scandal, but the shit has stuck, and still more is coming his way. As I write, the latest from the dripping tap is that he ordered one his police bodyguards to try and dig up some muck on Virginia Guiffre, the woman he paid millions to for not having sex with, and who he claims never to have met.

Anyway, some damage limitation has finally been undetaken by the Palace, and his Dukeness will no longer be referred to as ‘Duke of York’. Yet even in agreeing to forego this and other titles, he still couldn’t help but lapse into his usual pompous and bombastic manner. He wrote in a statement ‘I have decided, as I always have, to put my duty to my family and my country first’. Wow, what a sack of pretentious, self-deluding shit. No wonder everybody loathes the cunt.

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But what of his long-time partner in crime, the forever on the make grifter Fergie? She too has been someone that the rest of the royals must have longed to see the back of, from the notorious ‘toe-sucking’ sensation, to the scandal of being caught red-handed by journalists as she tried to peddle access to Andrew in return for shed loads of cash.

But just as in the case of her oaf of an ex-husband, what has really hung her out to dry is the unfolding drama of her involvement with Epstein. Ever more greedy for cash it seems, she apparently leeched off the disgraced billionaire for years as she ran up enormous bills, and even got her daughters involved. And just like the clod Andrew, she kept up her contact with Epstein after claiming that it had been broken off. Well, she can now forget the ‘Duchess’ title; it’s back to being plain old Sarah.

Daily Fail

I suppose that the Palace must hope that this abandonment of the use of titles might draw some sort of line under this sorry saga, and that these two sleazebags might just fade quietly away. I think that they’ll hope in vain. The cat’s well and truly out of the bag now on this pair, and you can bet that the revelations are just going to keep on coming. This is simply too good, too juicy a story to go away. Maybe the graceless chancers could run, but they can’t hide.

Nominated by Ron Knee.

Sat through the Starmer Liverpool speech and flicking through the various channels to compare the editing – always educational. Many cuts to audience to show the faithful delegates responses to the luke warm speechifying – mainly glum faces slumped in their seats until a couple of name tag wearing apparatchiks came charging in in that curious hunchback gait used to duck beneath the cameras out of shot. “Fly your fucking flags comrades”. Alas the faithful comrades had no clue. A few uncoordinated flaps and some painful grimaces to camera was all they could manage.

Pretty simple, as any good Dictator knows these matters have to be rehearsed. Imagine Last Night of The Proms without a flag waving rehearsal. Without it all you get is an embarrassed flutter with that “Get me outa here” look… This is what happens when you have panicked PR people who decide that the Starmarama must demonstrate its patriotism but has no clue how. How about a Jimmy Saville Union Flag shell suit? (Before Ed Davey pinches the idea).

Anyway we offer you my screen photo of the enraptured front bench behind the Starmarama. A picture tells a thousand words.

Nominated by Sir Limply Stroke.