I know that might sound harsh, but to a man they are always super smug cunts who believe they look original and believe they are the only ones who know how the world can be saved, (try saving yourself from me cunt!)
They are the first on my list when I end up having a Michael Douglas Falling down moment…
Nominated by: Birdman
The article stated he “put himself forward to fill a vacant spot” good at that is our top cuntster Vaz. Now I have no problem with him being a crafty butcher at least his reported bum mates were over the age of consent but offering to pay for marching powder to help things along NO. ‘Tis not legal.
You Vaz are a shamless cunt take it like a man and retire ‘cos any credibility you once had is long gone. You are a cunt and you make our Parliament which is full of cunts even more cunty (which is going some)
Nominated by: Black Biscuit
Q: What do Angelina and a washing machine have in common?
A: They both drip when they are fucked….
Q: What’s the difference between Angelina and a bowling ball?
A: You can only fit three fingers in a bowling ball….
Q: What’s the difference between Angelina and The Belgrano?
A: Only 321 men went down on the Belgrano….
Nominated by: Norman
Now the cunts working for these online casino’s would have you believe that the odds of winning are *exactly* the same as playing a real bandit, game of bingo, being at a poker school…FUCK OFF!
I used to play computer games in the 80’s on a speccy, C64 and Amiga and the cunts used to pride themselves on making sure there was no way you could win.
Nowadays the games makers have different difficulty levels and that’s why you hear of some hipster cunt don’t the next Cunt of Duty game in 2hrs – cos he had it on snowflake mode where the opposition’s grenade launcher cause a minor scratch and your guy’s pea-shooter inflicts damage like a tactical nuke!
I bet these 80’s programmers are doing the casino games now, and no cunt wins, except on that first *free* £10 quid bet. I bet you win on that one and then when you pump £20 in of your own moolah that disappears, or down to the last fiver and then they’ll let you win £5 quid.
That’s why every cunt has to register in order to gamble. *They* say that’s so they can be *transparent* but actually there are some fucking cutting edge trend analysis algorithms making sure the idiots get fleeced but made to feel like they’re winning or stand a chance of breaking even.
One cunt at work won £1,000 on a computerised poker game. And of course he cashed it in and spent it wisely didn’t he….er, no, a week later he was £500 quid down (including the grand he’d won). Why is that? Cos the algorithm said: “If this cunt wins a big hand he’ll blow that and some on top within a week!”
The thing that really makes this fool stand out as a Class ‘A’ cunt was the fact that he told his fucking wife! Great if he was going to draw it and buy a new carpet or blow it on a weekend away or summat but no, tells her and THEN blows it + £500 quid.
What a cunt of cunt proportions!
Nominated by: Rebel without a Cunt!
These Awards have been hijacked by Z-List ‘celebrities’ and so-called ‘celebrities’ to boost their PR with the unwashed masses.
The Awards should be about the people who are being recognized for helping the community, performing outstanding feats of bravery or generally making the World a little better.
But it isn’t, it’s all about cunts like Gary Barlow, Piers Morgan, Susanna Reid, Carol Vorderman and David fucking Beckham.
They all saunter on stage for 2 minutes to hand out a award and are lauded as the heroes of the show, FUCK OFF.
Barlow is only doing it because he is a tax-evading cunt, Piers Morgan is only doing it because he is an egotistical cunt, Susanna Reid is only doing it because she is an over-the-hill cunt who thinks every man adores her, Carol Vorderman is only doing it because that’s the only way she get on TV these days and David Beckham is only doing it because he has an IQ of 14 and thinks it’s the BBC’s Sports Personality Of The Year Awards.
So, the Pride Of Britain Awards is a cunt for making it all about the ‘celebrities’ who give up their invaluable time to pop on stage for 2 minutes and pick up a cheque for £5000 for the privilege.
Nominated by: Boaby