I nominate office collections for a cunting.

This is one of those things that starts off as a nice idea. Gladys is retiring after 35 years, and we want to get her a card and something to remember us by.
Unfortunately, it then it gets taken to the fucking extreme and you start having to have a ‘whip round’ because Jane’s split up with her boyfriend (for the umpteenth fucking time,) or Tim in accounts goldfish has died at the weekend and people come around asking for a couple of quid like a mafia protection racket…woe betide anyone who doesn’t want to pay.

I tend to keep quiet when these things go around and discreetly leave the room, mainly because I’m a tight bastard and don’t see why I should give someone money for doing their fucking job. Isn’t that what you get wages for??
Anyway it was found out that I hadn’t put money into the collection for someone. When I explained the reason was that I have only met them when they started and we’ve never said a word to each other because we work in different teams, you’d think I’d admitted to drowning kittens.

Bastards….every one of them

Nominated by The Final Cuntdown

Now, I know this has been done before but I’d like to give it a good cunting, purely because veganism at its very core is designed for cunts.

Now in my experience veganism is a twining leftie fad that is championed by those who wish to fight for free speech whilst forcing their eco terrorist agenda down people’s throats. It’s mindless hypocrisy at its worst, the fake meat boom being the cherry on top of the soy bean shitcake. How has it become a billion pound industry?
Because like all fads it panders to the weak to create an enclave of people who follow a shit agenda and use it to look down upon ordinary folk, whilst preaching how they’re helping the environment and make the world a better place. Yet I don’t see these companies sharing their wealth with those who need it. At least big corporations don’t pretend, we all know they’re greedy cunts. More than anything it’s the fake agenda that fucks me right off with these eco cunts.
Footnote being, when the winters start getting colder, my fat steak and knitted woolly jumper are gonna be keeping me a damn site warmer than their hemp sacks and veggie meat.

Cunts.

Nominated by GrandCuntRailRoad

One of my favourite pastimes is a long walk followed by coffee and cake at my favourite café.
After a leisurely five mile amble in the sun this morning, I drop into my usual haunt, to find yet another new assistant behind the counter (I call them ‘Karma Chameleons’; ‘they come and go, they come and go… a wo-hoh…’). This one is undoubtedly of Antipodean origins.
‘Gooday!’ she says with a beam as wide as a boomerang. ‘What kin ah gitchya?’.
‘Hi. Erm, a slice of lemon drizzle cake please, and a large cappuccino, semi-skimmed, extra hot’.
‘Now warries! Arl git rarht on it’.
So I wander over to my corner spot, and proceed to glance through ‘The Metro’. Over comes the cake (excellent as always) which I savour, and then proceed to take a sip of my coffee. There’s good news and bad news. The good news is that it’s very hot. The bad news is that it tastes, well, decidedly peculiar; a bitter tang, oily, and with a chalky texture. A second sip confirms it to possess definite sink cleaning potential, and back to the counter I go.
‘I’m afraid this coffee tastes unpleasant’, says I.
‘Arrh, ah’m sorree bert thet, Arl gitchya nather, now warries. Cappuccino, ixtra hot, soy milk, rahrt?’.
‘No, semi-skimmed’.
‘Arrh rahrt. Sorree thawca sid soy. Now warries’.
So a replacement duly arrives, which is indeed very good, and the source of the nastiness is explained. Which begs the question; who in their right mind actually drinks this soy shit, and why? Well here’s my take on it. If you like your coffee to taste as though a seagull’s just shat in it, you’re a soy boy and no mistake. Everybody else, avoid this cack like a dose of the clap. Gooday.

Nominated by Ron Knee

Yoko Fucking Ono….

What else needs to be said? Well, apart from that Abbey Road is due a 50th anniversary reissue (fucking up the legacy again)… The fact that Apple/UMG/Whoever is attempting to market the Beatles for the Ed Sheercunt generation is bad enough… But the media (those muso-wank ‘rock’ magazines and the BBC and the like) will wait on the words of Yoko… The one who did her best/worst to drive a wedge between the band (as confirmed by George Harrison in the Anthology book) and with great success… Now she is seen as an authority on the Beatles and cunts like MOJO treat her like she was one of the band and gush about how she was a ‘positive influence’…. Helping to turn one half of a great writing partnership into a pussywhipped paranoid self indulgent heroin addled selfish sniping cunt who deserted his bandmates? Funny fucking view of what’s positive, haven’t they?…

Nominated by Norman

For this inaugural cunting I’d like to nominate climate change nut jobs!
You know the type, hemp wearing Jeremy Corbyn supporting cunts.
Not content with blocking our cities and causing more pollution in doing so. These sanctimonious twats feel they can drive around in old vw camper Van’s and the like which belch out shit. All because it’s right on and woke. I’m sorry but what the fuck is wrong with the world? We now take our advice from jumped up kids like bloody Greta Thunderpants; we live in a world where the opinion of kids is more important than fact! The fact is we are coming out of an ice age; it is getting warmer in some places and colder in others. If it is so important then why have we built no new power stations to cater for all our electric cars we will all drive in 10 years? Why? Because no one gives a fuck. So get to fuck you hemp wearing hippy, jobless wastes of space cunts!

Nominated by Country cunt