Wow, another category of uranium enriched cunts that we appear to have missed on the award winning ISAC. Architects.

Architects are cunts. Simple as that. Time was that they were happy to design buildings but that’s no longer enough. Architects are society’s new visionaries with opinions on everything. Rooms are no longer just rooms; they are now spaces. Lines are always clean and buildings must make a statement, whilst remaining minimalist.

‘Brutalist’ concrete monstrosities from the 60’s are now considered design classics that must be preserved, regardless of the fact they were shit even when they were built. Communities are ‘organic constructs’ and wood-burning stoves give them full-blooded erections.
They worship at the alter of a host of Dead Pool architectural Grand Masters like Zaha ‘Organic Forms’ Hadid; Arne ‘Danish Cunt’ Jacobsen; Mies van der Twat Rohe; Frank Lloyd Fucking Wright, and a complete cunt by the moniker of Le Corbusier.

Having recently spent time in McCuntface land in the company of several of these yah yah’s I have reached the following conclusions; architects line up as strong advocates of independence, in spite of the fact that their services would be first to go when the shit inevitably hits the fan. This is because they see themselves as anti-establishment, Progressive Radicals when, in actual fact, they are just cunts. The Edinburgh Architects Association’s annual award is a Silver Medal rather than Gold. Across the entire world, a Gold Medal is awarded to champions and winners, but not for Edinburgh Architects; those cunts choose Silver. How fucking Architecty is that?

Architects: fuck off and take your thick- framed specs, black shirts and Audi Quattro Allroaders with you. And whilst you’re at it, shove the fucking ski roof racks right up your miserable, scrawny arse cracks.

Wait till the next recession: you’ll all be back to designing cheap fucking kitchen extensions with flat roofs, lots of clean lines and squares await you.
Cunts.

Nominated by CuntyMcCuntface

I was out recently with a few friends, and happened to remark, somewhat despondently, that Dark Nights would soon be upon us. Winter draws on indeed.

“Ooooh” said Lynda (not her real name) “I love the dark nights. I like to get in, draw the curtains, have my tea, put the fire on and snuggle in to watch ‘Corrie’ “. Now I love the girl, but at times she’s a proper dopey cow.

Yes, just think of the joys that the onset of winter brings us. Everyone forced to dress up like Eskimos. A procession of grey, dank, dreary days. Driving rain, freezing fog, sleet, and winds that cut to the bone. Beasts from the East. Floods, snow on the line, frozen pipes, planes that can’t fly, cars that won’t start and treacherous black ice on roads and pavements. Coughs, colds, flu and bronchitis, and an NHS struggling to cope. And of course those dark, dark nights. It’s a veritable cornucophia of delights to look forward to.
“Settle in to watch ‘Corrie’ ” my arse. At this time of year I often wish that I was a hedgehog, so that I could roll into a ball and hibernate for six months.

Dark nights are a total cunt, and I reckon that anybody who thinks otherwise needs their fucking head tested.

Nominated by Ron Knee

A cunting for Sixt please. This is the car hire firm that encourages people to ‘drive smug ‘ ( I don’t fucking well believe it ! ! the fucking adverts just come on !! The bastards are watching me ).

All the actors are cunts portraying cunts, the worst one is the woman who is ‘ off to Margate ‘ with the soppy looking twat sat next to her. When you get there, keep your foot hard on the accelerator until you’re fully immersed, you annoying fucking harpy.

As for the voiceover cunt, he should be in the fucking boot.

That should sort the smug cunt out.

Nominated by Jack The Cunter