Now that the school holidays are here, how about a junior pre-watershed cunting for this 14 year old drag queen.

The little fucker likes to prance around like this, encouraged by his mother (all lads like him seem to be under mummies domination) because it puts the little wanker in charge of his *other side*.

What is wrong with kids these days?. When I was at school turning up like this would have been an invitation to have your head stuffed down the bog.

The same story extended appeared in the freesheet Metro this morning where Master(bate) Lewis declared himself to be *gay*. I was shocked….. whatever happened to the “phase”. Junior says he is fucking gay so the silly old cow takes his word for it.

But seriously, young or old, shirtlifters, seem to be so exhibitionist, they want attention and this little cunt has certainly received it, and he has been rewarded. Surely a trip to the psychiatrist would have been better for him if mommy dearest really cared about him.

Nominated by W.C. Boggs

Yes those retarded, snivelling, earing-wearing ,tattoo infested, “Dont mess wid me and me Possee” fuck faced CUNTS who drive around with Da Muzak blaring out of their “Da best Souped up stereo system “,creating mini earthquakes wherever they pass,giving dirty “Wotcha looking at Bruv” looks to anyone unlucky enough to cross their path.

And the fucking muzak always sounds exactly the same-Boom da Boom,Boom da Boom,Boom da Boom,Boom da Boom with no discernible tune or melody to speak of. Im not a violent man(as long as I take my medication) but Id like to hire or steal a Challenger tank for just one day and drive around London giving these CUNTS summat real loud to listen to as I roll over their VW Golfs and let go a few missiles.CUNTS CUNTS CUNTS

Nominated by CuntsR-Us

Another hot sticky night making it fucking terrible to try to sleep but made worse by every cunt in a car playing *music* which is so loud it shudders through the cheap metal of their cars into my ears. If it is not fartarse Abdul with his Middle East pop it is pink haired old cunts with Rod fucking Stewart warbling some love song. Even the pedestrians join in the act – they might not have a car but they have got a fucking mobile phone and a mouth as big as an elephants arse and they bellow down the fucking thing at all hours of the day and night – at 3 a.m. this morning some Chinese wanker so fucking high-pitched only the dogs could have heard what he was shouting about. Sartre was right hell is other people, especially when they can afford crap electronics.

Nominated by W.C.Boggs

Cunting the BBC is like putting on that old pair of slippers, or settling back for a wank in your favourite armchair, but nevertheless, the cuntish organisation has a perpetual stream of rich cuntitude to tap into. And so goes the nomination.

Tonight, whilst preparing a marinade for my favourite Buffalo Wing’s recipe, I had the TV on idly in the background and it happened to be Newsnight (25.07.2018).

Even for the BBC, they utterly outdid themselves on tonight’s shitshow; immediately cast to the outer reaches of stratospheric cunt by virtue of Golum tribute act host Evan Davies, the show managed to pack in wall-to-wall pissboiling and right-on cuntitude like no other.

We started with the pressing and illuminating issue of the Pakistani national elections, I suppose relevant for the BBC’s increasingly targeted audience. Half the show dedicated to his fucking bollocks, and the associated profiling of candidate and UK socialite-turned-raging-towelhead Imran Khan.

Then from there, we went into a story on female gang members; and how utterly blameless the little cherubs are even when one (with silhouette protected identity of course) casually talked about stabbing her rivals. 10 minutes of first-hand scumcunt accounts packed with my previously cunted ‘urban’ faux fuckig dialect; every third word a ‘like’ or an ‘init’.

Then we hit the quirky final story – is there life on Mars. Rubber-faced cunt Davies could barely conceal the contempt with which he held for the scientist guest trying to explain in all futility the relevance of the discovery of substantial underground bodies of water on our neighbouring planet.

Oh, and how could I forget – right at the end of the show, Evan Davies issued an apology. Apparently during the piece on Imran Khan and focussing on his cricketing days, they actually showed extended footage of Wasim Akram.

Ironic that the Al-BBC’s researchers should make that kind of ‘they all look the same’ gaff. That won’t please the reisdents of Sparkhill one bit.

Up to my nuts in raw poultry and garlic-smeared hands, I was helpless in succumbing to the horror of an inaccesible remote as the shitshow unfolded. Fuck you BBC for making me endure this type of fucking bollocks, you utter and completely contemptible shitcunts.

Nominated by The Empire Cunts Back