Mummy running late

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I’d like to Cunt (running late) mothers dropping off or picking up the brats from school.

In the morning they will do anything to get the kids dropped off right at the school fucking gate … I’d a pyjama clad fucking mother drive a good 50 yards up the wrong side of the fucking road (that was my side) so the kid could be dropped off at the gate. I couldn’t figure what was happening as I thought she was only pulling in ‘down the street’ to drop the kid off … No, no, no .. pull in, yes… but keep driving up the wrong side of the road. I’d to pull across the street and she still didn’t acknowledge I was even there.

And at the end of the day .. if you are within a quarter of a mile of any school at around knocking off time.. look out, ‘Late Mummy’ is on her way … she’s late and couldn’t give a fuck about any other road user. She’s had big Winston round since the kids were dropped off, had a bit of a snooze, forgot the time , then suddenly realised her kiddy winkle needs picking up. She can’t be late as her old man will ask her why. She then drives like a fucking maniac to the school gates.

Next time you see a single woman drive like a fucking idiot mid afternoon … check your watch .. it will be ‘the back of three o’clock’, and you will be within the vicinity of a school.

Cunts.

Nominated by: Boilsmypiss

Gender advisors

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Another fucking head shaker………….

Stop calling them boys and girls! Advisers who are paid £200k to help train teachers say using sex specific terms in the classroom is unfair to transgenders.

Im fucking off!

Nominated by: kendo nag

(I’d say that’s bollocks but then I’d be accused of sexism. Ed.)

Dead Pool (47)

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George Michael or Liz Smith – take your pick. Not sure which one went first

Anyhow, new management and we move on to Dead Pool 47…

Here’s the rules (especially the first one):

1. Nominate who you think is the next cunt on the way out. You can have up to five choices.
List your nominations in the comments of this post. It’s the current Dead Pool. Comments not in this post (e.g. in the previous one or other posts) will be ignored!

2. You win if your Cunt dies first.
Then the slate is wiped clean and we start again. Of course, you can always be a cunt and steal someone else’s dead cunt candidate from the previous pool

Any cunt who tries to cheat by nominating the World’s Oldest Man or Woman is a cunt and will be ignored. Any anonymous cunt who can’t be bothered to make up a name for themselves will also be ignored. Oh, and the usual “Our Blog Our Rules” thing applies.

So nominations are now open on this post only. Good luck.

Mums with pushchairs

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I’d like to cunt those people who think it’s a excellent idea to go to a heavily populated area with their slobbering brats in 2-way or sometimes 3-way pushchairs, ( or even just the one pushchair).

And why they think we should get out of their way immediately,as obviously they are far superior and should have right of way through a crowd, so their precocious snot-laden offspring can be transported to, ideally, a small cafe where any small amount of room can be taken up by said fucking pushchair.

I went to Lincoln market today, and the above was fucking evident. It was absolutely fucking heaving, with literally every square inch being populated, so you’d think that there might be common-sense used, re taking fucking little Johnnie and Michelle and instead being left at home with the grandparents, or whoever……but oh no, let’s take the little fuckers to the market in the biggest pushchair possibly and then look indignant when the crowd fails to scatter out the way.

Cunts. I’d like to take your pushchair and whining brats and throw them in the fucking river.

Nominated by: Mr Sausage

Lorryfucks

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I’d like to give a solid gold cunting to certain selfish fucking cunt HGV drivers on the motorway. Prime example this week whilst trying to get onto the motorway using a seriously short (correction, fucking dangerously short) fucking sliproad, on the way back from a works Christmas do.

The fucking cock who came screaming up my arse like he was in a fucking Yorkie advert, and then giving me a minute-long blast of his horn can cunt off. Stop hugging the other HGV in front’s arse and trying to form a mile long juggernaut train you fucking spastic cunt. It’s illegal to stop on a sliproad as far as I know. Knob. I mirrored and signalled, and had to do a Donald Campbell just to get out the way.

At best, I had to slam my foot on the gas and take off full throttle like fucking Iceman roaring off the carrier-deck of the USS Fucking Hell in his Tomcat just to try and get ahead of the macho twat. Most HGV drivers aren’t too bad, but this one was a prime of life cunt in the premium selection. Fuck that bollocks.

Smell it? I was fucking sitting in it. Twat.

Nominated by: Twatvarnish