A bald headed cunting please for this slaphead windbag of an MP who has been a monumental failure at everything he has put his grubby hands on. But it seems Grayling could fall down Gaylord Adonis’s shitter and come up smelling like Alan Carr, since he has landed a £100,000 job for 7 hours a week:

https://www.standard.co.uk/news/uk/chris-grayling-port-advising-role-100000-money-a4549271.html

Obviously the less time he spends “working” the less damage he can do (in theory) and I don’t have any issue with anybody earning (provided they REALLY “earn” it) whatever they can get, but how can this shit be worth that much money?.

It’s not what you know, but who you know……

(ain’t that the fucking truth – admin)

Nominated by: W. C. Boggs

A Woe Is Me, R U Disrespectin’ Me, Man? cunting please for prima donna getaway car driver Lewis Hamilton.

Very fragile little ego, our Lewis has. It seems a former racing driver Jackie Stewart isn’t prepared to bend the knee, and this upsets young Lewis:

https://www.aol.co.uk/sport/2020/10/12/lewis-hamilton-hits-back-at-sir-jackie-stewart-over-negative-com/?utm_source=spotim&utm_medium=spotim_recirculation

He should write to Mr & Mrs Hewitt so they can condole with him. His ego needs a boost.

Nominated by: W. C. Boggs

So I am 60+ year old who has just ordered, amongst other things, a shitty £4 window scrapper from Tool Station. I then get an email stating my order contains an “age restricted product” and I now need to send a copy of my driving licence or passport within 24 hours to some bollox email address or they won’t deliver it.

What a fucking nonsense. So I can send them a copy of my passport, or any other fuckers I find on the internet, they will then deliver the scrapper, irrespective of what spotty adolescent opens the door and takes receipt of it.

The fact I paid on credit card, for which you need to be 18, seems to be neither here nor there. What bell end fires off copies of his passport to fuck knows who, risking identity theft, for a £4 scrapper.

Now I know why they are called Tool Station, because they are a bunch of tools. CUNTS.

Nominated by: Sideline Sid

I’m cunting nervous laughs.

I’m a fan of the American TV show ‘Pawn Stars’. It’s about a pawn shop in Las Vegas, some interesting things on it, it’s light hearted, and I like the stars of the show Rick Harrison, his son Corey and morbidly obese assistant Chumley.

The only thing I don’t like is Rick laughs after every single thing he says.

“It’d be around $500,hehehe”
“I’m going to have to call my coin guy, hehehe”

Now I like him he’s a nice bloke and I know he can’t help it, it’s a nervous laugh, he means no harm. But it boils my blood for some reason, if I worked there id either
A) develop a nervous tic of my own suppressing my growing rage
B) snap.
Scream “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING AT YOU CUNT?!!!
Then feel sad at hurting his feelings.

Can this be cured this nervous laugh thing?
It needs to be, its annoying as fuck.

Heeheehee..

Nominated by: Miserable Northern Cunt

(Exhibit A – DA   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aoFYFXrNpMU&ab_channel=PawnStars)