Louis Kidd deserves a gargantuan,colossal, cunting of biblical proportions!!

This little cunt is responsible for setting up a company and making 40 million nuisance calls!! I repeat 40 fucking million if this does not make him a cunt I do not know what does.

Nominated by: Toryboy

Cryptic messengers are cunts.

These spunkbubbles who will post totally untrue ‘speculation’ and total bullshit in the form of cryptic messages on social media just to get noticed or be popular are cunts of the highest order.

Yesterday some look at me cunt on Twitter and some record shop in town posted these cryptic messages about an announcement concerning The Stone Roses. Some fans waited all day as they swallowed this bullshit, but I didn’t. I simply asked Mani, and he said it was bollocks and anything these pricks had posted was nothing to do with the band. He stated that fuck all would happen today (yesterday).

These cunts always talk (or post) bullshit If they’ve got (or had) some genuine info to share then they would just share it. But they do all this teasing crap just to get followers and publicity and also because they actually know nothing.

Set of cunts!

Nominated by: Norman

No 36 in Sir Limply’s Series orf Tosser Tech to cut oit and keep

When first clapt eyes orn the dirigible (what we called the cunt things in me day), otherwise known as the Airlander 10, torn between taking it up the arse or booking an all you can drink holiday orn it to Malia or both. Such things were quite the hot ticket in the thirties and saw both flying barbecues, the British R101 and the Kraut Hindenburg Berlin bound. Needless to say both the bastards were full orf hydrogen gas and did not disappoint. Catering was orf a high standard and here is the Hindenburg serving its last mixed grill with some typical panicking yank commentary:

Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke

Have been aroind the gee gees most orf me life and the Sport orf Kings would not run without a spot orf enhancement. Trick is not to bung too many syringes in its arse so the fucker gets to the finish line pronto but does not drop doin dead midway. An embarrassment. Horses for courses you might say.

Back in the ’60s we tried all sorts, the traditional arsenic through to the weird and wonderful. What ever the Keefs were orn, Moon and Richard, up the old horses arse it went. Recall one oiting at Cheltenham where two rival firms and the jockey had illegal bets orn and doped accordingly. They independently introduced uppers, doiners and Christ knows what into the nag. Literally by race day did not know whether it was coming or going so three fences in it lathered up and died. All bets void. Bugger.

Big shock horror now it’s going orn in British professional sport. Who’d have guessed? Allegations left right and centre. Dodgy quacks dealing oit the stuff and dodgy physios injecting. Arsenal, Man U ect all denials pledging to look into it, BMA, HMG orn the case. Can quote some chapter and verse on this because have a cousin who was team quack for one orf the alpine nations. Walked aroind with a suicide belt stuffed with syringes and potions. On call night and day.

Shit (to use the delightful West Coast term) hit the fan when the Berlin Wall came doine. Suddenly loads orf ex Ruski/Nazi dodgy sports quacks were released from commie land to embrace the capitalist world and go into private practice.

Chemical enhancement is, has been and ever will be, part orf the great sporting experience. Get used to it cunts. Think orf the legion orf new sponsorship opportunities. Wayne Rooney sponsored by Regaine and Minoxidil, Maria Sharapova sponsored by KGB Chemical Industries and a few firms like Chelsea Headhunters and Millwall Bushwackers sponsored by the Sinoloa Cartel (look it up) and Roche Pharma. Chemically enhanced supporters as well? Sir Limply’s Sporting Highs? A commercial opportunity. There’s a thought.

Happy days.

Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke