Phillip Hammond is a cunt, isn’t he.
As the sands of time trickle out for this decrepit skeletal coward, there is one last chance to wheeze out a final blast of Project Fear before the pusillanimous cunt is booted out of his job. The sour odour farted from his mouth this time was that if no deal…..UK….blah…..26 billion….blah blah quid worse off…blah….disaster…. an amount probably cobbled together in the lift with the EU-funded CBI and Olly “I ❤ EU cock” Robbins, the parrot-faced traitorous cunt.
Old Bonejangles always had a sleepy countenance as he slumbered on the front bench while his boss, Zelda the Hunchback promised we’d be leaving/Brexit decision respected/other lies.
Make no bones about it, this humourless goon’s fear-mongering was a grave mistake; only the stupid; believed the lyrics of those lullabies.
‘No backbone Hammond’ always reminded me of the culprit in Scooby -Doo after they capture a bogeyman and unmask him.
Fred/Daphne/the Lesbo: “Let’s see who was pretending to be a financial expert and espousing all this Project Fear nonsense all along. (rips off mask) PHILLIP HAMMOND!
Hammond: And I would’ve got away with it too if it wasn’t for you pesky Brexiteers!
Nominated by Captain Magnanimous



