Fans who aren’t getting behind the England Lionesses are Cunts,aren’t they ?

The England Ladies football team are currently bringing back some pride to English footy. I’ve just watched them put the Argies to the sword through a mixture of skill and following a game-plan devised by the Master- Tactition himself,Big Phil (Scolari) Neville. Such a pleasure to see a game free from the histrionics so common in the men’s game.

I can’t understand why we aren’t getting more coverage of our national game being played at the highest level. It’s just what this Country needs to bring us all together in these troubled times. Sadly. I expect that a lot of so called “footy-fans” will wait until The Lionesses get to the final before decking out their council-houses and white Transit vans with flags….for shame.

I’m also afraid that I can detect a distinct waft of misogyny when I hear some of the comments made about this World Cup. It’s a pity that these football “fans” have proven the stereotype of the cave-man,knuckle-dragging yob to be accurate. I,for one,will be proudly wearing my ” Horton” footy-shirt to the pub tomorrow. I expect there’ll be plenty more enlightened fans there with whom I discuss the Big Game. I’m already preparing my patter…..” I’d play a false number 9 and let the sweeper take up the slack” or ” that number five has no left foot”… I really can’t wait to be part of the footy-crowd.
#Itscominghome.

Fuck Off.

Nominated by Dick Fiddler

Roadside Science

What the fuck is this I hear you ask? I’ve no fucking idea.

It’s a programme on 5live and although I’ve never listened I keep seeing the cunts photo on the webpage. Each time I see their puny cuntish faces I become even more angry that some cunt hasn’t yet pounded their weedy smug snowflake corpses into a fucking hole later to be dug up and wondered over by future generations as an example of de-evolved homosapiens become feeble by an upbringing exclusively involving watching cartoons, playing sonic and fiddling with their micro-genitals to CGI avatars. Cunts!

Nominated by MandroidZ

A red and yellow equals orange cunting please for this self-satisfied, too easily pleased with himself, greasy looking motherfucker.

Chuka used to be a right wing Labour MP who in the old days in 1997 would have been straight up Anthony Blair’s arsehole from the back benches, but alas Chukaspear didn’t come along early enough to crawl his way into a Blair cabinet, and to his horror he found that his leader was old Steptoe. He didn’t fancy being Harold to his Albert, so, after a leadership campaign of his own, aided by his dear friend Mangledbum, which lasted all of 48 hours, he minced into the back benches where, along with Simon Danzuk (remember him – whatever happened to him and his lovely beard?) they would snipe away like a pair of disgruntled old queens.

In February this year Chuka and Anna Soubry set up “The Independent Group” which begat “Change UK” which begat The Anna Soubry Quintet. Now our hero was alone and decided to sit as an Independent, but sadly Chuka alone didn’t get enough press attention, for his preening self-importance, but now he has announced he has joined the Liberal Democrats, and he and old uncle Vince have become the new Ant & Dec, slapping each other on the back and real bosom pals.

I wonder if Chukup would have been so quick to join the LDs if they hadn’t done so *well* in the recent EU elections?

Meanwhile Chukaduckie has now been in 3 political parties this year and has not submitted himself for re-election to his bemused electorate who, probably like Chuka himself, or his lovely wife (is she not fragrant?) doesn’t know which way he swings.

Umunna is the epitome of crawling, careerist, shit-eating grin, unprincipled motherfucker MPs, who changes his opinions more often than Jess Phillips changes her knickers.

Who knows, if Uncle Vince disappoints, the ever moving Chuka might next join the Tories and become Dominic Grieve’s toyboy. After all, as Lord Adonis would tell you – there is nowt so queer as folk.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs

Lewis Goodall of Sky News must be nominated. A sneering arrogant remoaner who used his entire report on Nigel Farage to denigrate him and his supporters. At least, that’s what I think he was doing, as he seemed to mumble virtually all the way through it.
A grade one, up-himself metro tosser, if ever there was one.

Nominated by Mystic Maven

MAX WAKEFIELD:

A rubber cunting please for the 31 year old man baby Max Wakefield, who has decided to bring the inflatable “Trump baby” back for the Presidents three day visit on June 3rd. The vacuous arsewipe is claiming that it is more than a joke this time:

https://www.standard.co.uk/news/uk/donald-trump-baby-balloon-mission-a4149071.html

Well, it is a joke, or, more especially Wakefield and his bunch of cretinous mates are a joke. No doubt they will be aided and abetted by the London Moron, sorry Mayor, Sad Dick Kunt, who would be better advised to concentrate on trying to run London (as much as the witless wonder can) and leave the satire to professional comedians rather than this bunch of Britain’s Got No Talent arseholes who probably wouldn’t even have the minimal amount of talent needed for that elephants graveyard of light entertainment.

If Wakefield was 18 he might be excused for being a very silly pissed as a fart student blowing his grant on stupid tricks but he is meant to be a bloody man. What a fuckwit, and shame on Osborne’s comic for reporting the story which such absurd gravitas. Let’s hope the Donald’s security men can have a quiet word with the motherfucker.

Nominated by W. C. Boggs