Manic Street Preachers are cunts…
From piss-poor Clash tribute band to stadium rock bores, these tossers have always been crap… But one could forget what actual total cunts they were back in the old days… They looked like complete twats and they acted like twats too… Coming out with shite like Axl Rose, James Dean, and Marilyn Monroe were their heroes, and the totally pretentious and laughable things they did in order to get noticed… That little fucker who vanished was particularly a proper and spectacular cunt… From him covering himself in Superslag Monroe tattoos, to cutting himself to get attention, to actually singing and playing absolutely fuck all on any of their dreadful records… I saw a book on these pricks when I passed HMV in Manchester today… The cover can be seen below, and I’m sure you’ll think what I thought: Weren’t the ‘Manics’ a bunch of 42 Karat cunts?….

Nominated By Norman

What cunt thought this one up?  A program designed to steal your personal information from Facebook! (as opposed to them selling it to whoever) so that they can get their own marketing list or worse (details of every cunt you hate)

I do wonder. Shit like this makes my piss boil

A lightweight cunting for school reunions.

A friend a few years older has received an invite to a 20th school reunion and is fretting like an old woman whether to go or not. I have told him it’ll be no more than a grown up pissing contest, who has the house, job, flash car or married well. If Facecunt is a yardstick then they are all middle class execs, 2.1 kids and a nice semi but in reality are probably divorced, overweight with one too many kids and type 2 diabetes.

Reality isn’t Hollywood, the once fit secret crush is now a frumpy housewife, geeks are still geeks but minted after investing in Bitcoin or some bollocks and the hard lads are probably doing a stretch. You see your mates because they are your mates but school is just circumstance and there is a good reason you haven’t seen the rest in twenty years.

Nominated by.Liberal Liquidator

Living Statues are tedious, talentless cunts, aren’t they.

The first glimpse of Spring and I’ve already seen a “Living Statue.’ If you’ve never seen one (lucky you), they’re “artists” who dress up/paint themselves as something famous, stand still on a plinth and expect you to place money in a hat.

No, that’s it. That’s all they do. Sometimes it’s intriguing for a second or two while you work out just how they’re “floating” but it’s either a drab, dull answer or you feel the breath of a pickpocket on your neck.

I actually used to approach them and appear to be dropping in a nugget, but then freeze, mid action. I’d hold the pose and watch them squirm a bit before fucking off, chuckling.

Lazy bastards.

Fuck me, at least do something! Move, dance, busk, sing! Anything! Don’t just paint yourself gold with a wreath on your head and stand like an twat expecting coinage.

‘Artist’ my arse! Bone-idle, indolent cunt, more like.

nominated by Captain Magnanimous (neighbourhood watch sandford)

The Jolly Green Drummer.

This down-market, Ed Sheeran ginger-minger look-alike, which dresses head-to-toe in shamrock green, is a monumental cunt, a noisy cunt, a cunt so devoid of imagination that the only thing remotely musical about his desperately sad “act” is the seemingly obligatory ghetto-blasted backing track.
I have not had the misfortune to endure anything so unmusical since that hook-nosed sack of shite Campbellend was espied buggering the bagpipes outside the Liebore Pardee diversity wank-fest in Brighton. Just avoid his patch, opposite the Principality BS in Queen Street, Cardiff.
If I were dictator, I’d allow the Noise Abatement Society a shoot-to-kill permit.

Did I mention that he is a CUNT ?

Nominated by, HBelindaHubbard

however HBelindaHubbard at least he is not a living statue.