I would like to nominate someone who is no stranger to the heady world of cun*dom, namely, James Corden. So synonymous with the C-word is this desperate and entitled attention whore that the new C-word is in fact ‘Corden’ (C*rd#n). Oozing sycophantic ass-lickery out of every sweat pore replete with barrel upon barrel of swollen-headed self-conceit, this OBE winning, insincere narcissist has long been rumbled by the British who could smell his BS from Andromeda, and has therefore gone down the well worn path of using his Britishness in America. A quick look at Tripadvisor’s reviews written by people who went to see the Late Late Show being filmed, will soon shatter any illusions Americans may yet harbour of his being really a likeable fat guy and leave you in no doubt that he is a colossally obsequious jackass whose talent is inversely proportional to the size of his ego.

Nominated by Greg

I’d like to nominate Male Feminists.

Disliked by both men and women, these creepy, feeble-bodied, weak-chinned little ‘nice guys’, neckbeards and soy boys usually find themselves relegated to friend material by most women they know for sheer absence of sexual magnetism and masculine charm. If a woman decides that men can never really get to call themselves ‘feminist’, they nod and bow obsequiously, grovelling and slobbering at the pedicured feet of womankind, ever so ‘umbly reminding everyone that they are merely ‘allies against the patriarchy’, all the while plotting the next friendly tickle, fondle or other molestation at their news outlet’s office party.

Soy-lent grin for the camera, a wandering clammy paw and ‘squeeeze!’

Another male feminist gets hit with an assault charge and fired from his job in the ‘progressive’ media or academia. Others care so much about the rights of women to hold opinions, they happily roundhouse them at pro-life rallies.
(See hardresser and Trudeau-a-like Jordan Hunt).

They mock Trump for his little hands, but pretty much everything about these creeps is atrophied. Most carry with them an inflated opinion of their intelligence, charisma and competence, but it manifests as desperation and sweaty eagerness-to-please, and for clueless men who aren’t chiselled actors or athletes with a huge public profile, wearing a t-shirt with ‘this is what a feminist looks like’ over their podgy man-tits will only arouse a smirk from most functioning adult women.

These creatures struggle to get anywhere with morbidly obese feminists like the famed trigglypuff, let alone any sexually desirable women.

That is why their only chance of ever getting close enough to cop a feel is to live a lie, and try to convince hopelessly naive, sheltered middle-class gender studies morons that ‘I just hate toxic masculinity and the patriarchy for enforcing a heteronormative gender role on me, grrrl. I’m no ‘chad’… I’m a nice guy. can I cum on your tits now, whore?’

Male feminists; the clueless molesting the clueless.

Nominated by Cuntamus Prime

Have you got a Nectar card? Nooooooooooooooooooooooo! I havn’t got a Nectar card becuase I’m not a complete numpty cunt!

I don’t know how many shops do this Nectar card thing, as I don’t really ‘shop’ in chain stores but one place that does do it and has its staff following a script every time I use it is BP. Every single time I use any of their outlets around the country I get the dreaded question..

“Have you got a Nectar card?”

Arrrrrrrrgghhh. No! They just can’t help it! I’ve even asked them why they do it and they all say they’re told to, so it’s part of their job description! Its doing me head in Mick!

I’ve tried a badge saying “No, I don’t have a Nectar Card” but they don’t get it and still ask. Even when I’ve been in the same outlet multiple times in one week and denied owning a Nectar Card, they still ask me if I’ve got one!

Sometimes when they ask I just say ‘Yes’ and stand there like a cunt. They just stand there waiting for me to produce it. Fun for 15 seconds..

This cunting goes for the whole spy card / tracking card / store card bull that poeple buy into. These things are there for a purpose and that’s to extract maximum profits from the blind sheep that use them at every purchase to assist the corporate blood suckers in their data collection profit increasing programme.

Have I got a Nectar Card? Fuck off!

Nominated by CuntryCunt

Smartphones and Concerts

Back in the 70s, 80s and 90s you could go to a gig (music, stand-up, theatre etc), sit your arse down with all the other cunts that made up the audience and watch the arty cunts on stage do their thing without any hindrance or obscurity (unless you were stuck behind a tall fat cunt with a huge barnet)

But over the last few years trying to do the same is now virtually impossible. And the reason? Because every cunt and his dog insists on hoisting their phones or tables aloft in order to record the cunts on stage rather than actually watching with their own eyes.

So if you’re one of those old school cunts, don’t be surprised to see an auditorium awash with glowing screens blocking your view and in all likelihood blocking themselves so they don’t actually get to see the cunts on stage anyway!

It is only when a cunt on stage actually takes the cunts in the audience to task will you have any chance of seeing anything. But that is quite rare these days. Although I do recall an Al Murray concert in Brum a couple of years back. He told the cunts in the audience right from the off to “turn your fackin’ phones off!” And they all did apart from one stubborn cunt. And when he took her to task she said “it’s my right!” And that’s when he fired back with:-

“If you get your fackin’ ticket out of your fackin handbag and read it, it will say ‘no photographic or digital recordings allowed. By purchasing this ticket you have accepted these rules!’ Nah then, you’ve got two fackin’ choices darling: either you switch your fackin phone off and shut the fack up; or you get chucked out of here and face possible prosecution. Your fackin’ choice!”

Needless to say she complied. But all the same going to a gig, even the cinema, is a right fucking chore, not least because of all the fucking noise by braindead Gen Zeds; but also because of all these fucking phones and tablets being a disruptive influence to anyone who just wants to see a show!

Nominated by No Cunt for Old Men