A frightfully important. young-lady-in-a-hurry cunting please for this woman, who proves how self-important and deluded MPs are from the day they are elected:

https://www.lbc.co.uk/radio/presenters/iain-dale/new-lib-dem-mp-daisy-cooper-party-leader/

This silly bitch was only elected four days ago, but has hinted to the media that she might stand as leader to replace tits and teeth, Jo Swinson. The one thing this cunt doesn’t lack is self-confidence.

Daisy, Daisy, give us your answer do – then fuck off.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

A quick cunting for that fuckwit Ashworth, who has made himself look a total, prize-worthy cunt.

He spoke the truth on that recording. He knew it, we knew it, the Marx Twins knew it, yet he still came out with the “It’s just banter” shite. He’d have been better off sticking to his guns, saying, “Wait and see, motherfuckers” to The Labour Party and positioning himself for a place in the free-for-all that is about to develop in the London Kremlin.

So RIP hopeless, commie policies. Jezza has managed to set the socialists back fifty years, the fucking clown.

Nominated by The Stained Gusset

God, I’ve only had my two bottles of wine and am totally physically and emotionally wrecked.

I can hear the wind in the trees outside…as Tithonus I feel ‘at the quiet limit of the world’, not a soul stirring…I could be the only human alive….so desolate here in the night….these are the kind of thoughts/feelings I have hungover.

Beer Fear is right. Fear of what is going to happen to me, my end. Terrible fear. Not as bad as it was because in my younger days I would drink the next day to avoid it, then the next until I finally had to face it. They were the very worst. Now it’s getting late and I’ve got to endure horrible dreams of vicious dogs snarling in my face. Or trapped in a orgy of limbs from which I cannot escape. Like a film it is. Scene after scene. Till the morning.

Must be like DTs. But I’ve only had two bottles of  9% wine! I must be a delicate creature. And to think Mrs P drank the same plus two bottles of Lambrini and has been up and dancing about all day.

Nominated by Miles Plastic

I’ve become depressed at the future of Britain and our once great ex-colonies.

The direction is increasingly sick, twisted, perverse and self-destructive. It’s influence is creating humans that are confused, weak, stupid, and unreasonable. I’m in too late a stage of life to move and create a life somewhere more sane, plus need the NHS, but am more thoroughly determined than ever not to watch, listen to, or read anything made after 1999. The new century has been nothing but a fucked-up cultural disaster and please let me live in a bubble where the last 20 years never happened. I now sympathise with the elderly who seemed to be stuck in some kind of time warp. Of course they fucking were, because they were disgusted at humanities so-called progress.

I’m raising the white flag, stop the world I’m getting off.

Nominated by ShaggawotZ