Talkative check-out assistants at supermarkets need a nomination to ISAC.
A simple ‘good morning’ is sufficient. You don’t need to be asking me if I’m having a good day, or what my plans are for the weekend etc… not your business, and I know you’re not really interested anyway, so don’t ask. Just do your job and don’t keep people waiting in the queue whilst you witter.
Nominated by Mystic Maven
The media deserve a right royal cunting. Whether it be social or mainstream, it appears they are all bias cunts.
Facebook blocked ads from leave.eu today without warning and because of ‘changes to their advertising policy’ that they conveniently made yesterday. They have said that all political ads have to prove who paid for them and that they are a UK resident. No remain ads have been removed mind, because they must be all above board and British (Gina Miller/George Soros etc).
Which moves me on to the mainstream media, the British Brainwashing Cunts, The Cuntian, The Financial Cunts, The Cunts Express etc. Have not had one headline story regarding the benefits of Brexit only the negative POSSIBLE impacts. Talk about telling one side of the story, I’m not surprised saggy tits is selective which channel she wants her debate with Catweazel on, she’ll want David Dimblebum to vet the questions asked and keep the argument away from no deal Noel.
Nominated by elboobio
Short, sharp cunting for the two most overused phrases in modern TV-land.
Gennlemun & Laydeez I give you “Oh my God!!!!” and “Guys”.
Both have been adopted from our cousins across the Atlantic.
The former is invariably repeated ad nauseum whenever a bunch of female snowflakes gather to shriek in ever increasing volumes at even the most banal thing currently displayed on Milly’s IPhone.
The latter is typically deployed by beardy,spineless, millennial, barperson /waiters -it’s usually a bloke though- nervously approaching a gang of said snowflakes (eg “Guys. Which one of you ordered the Veggie-burger and triple-fried chips?”). The cunt is so shit-scared of addressing them incorrectly and causing offence as how is he to know the subject of his enquiry is probably transitioning to the opposite sex as he speaks? ‘Guys’ has become an all-purpose phrase to take the path of least resistance.
Nominated by Isaac Hunt
Dear Satan,
I should very much like to cunt Luxembourg.
Pace my previous thoughts about DI “Juicy” Lucy Lane (and her cane), my masochistic stream of consciousness was interrupted by… yes, Luxembourg.
Convinced that I couldn’t possibly be the only person who thinks that this place is a complete piss-stain on the surface of the globe, I looked up “Luxembourg is a shithole”
Fellow cunters, I refer you to: kkilo.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-really-hate-luxembourg.html
And I’ve never been there, either. Do you know anyone who has ?
Nominated by HBelindaHubbard
A daytime Z-listed cunting please for this self important and deluded Uncle Fester lookalike who pollutes morning TV with cheap *reality* shows. The baldy poison monkey grimaces, legs astride in front of police cars in a MP police station car park as he introduces you more hard hitting, cutting edge, but cheap CCTV. Very cheap. Each show must cost about a tenner to make. Just collect a few mugs who want to be on telly, so you don’t have to pay them, a few coppers who like to imagine they were in The Bill, and a few town hall jobsworths who want everyone to see how *important* they are strutting round, put them with a hand camera, a director who is doing his first job since leaving school. Then all you need is little Dom, who went to the same East End Mockney School as Arfur Smith, but sounds a bit rougher, and how could you lose.
Littlewood’s latest abomination goes out round about midday on BBC1. We got a new TV yesterday, and Mrs. Boggs decided to test it out with this dreary programme.
The old slaphead motherfucker is so *good* he makes you want to retch. You can imagine him at school – “please sir, Gordon just farted and Tony just put his hand up Mandy’s knickers. The bolshy little cunt is a total wankstain, pure as TCP. and I just hope his tawdry career collapses due to some peccadillo that brings him embarrassment and shame.
Nobody is as good as this old bugger pretends to be.
Nominated by W. C. Boggs