Trying to work out what they are saying as they are gobbing/lisping/dribbling/stuttering all over you. The nasal whine that grates more than nails down a chalkboard. Fat tongued mongs whose think the inability to enunciate their completely insane and immoral policies is some form of disability, instead of the hallmark of the small-minded, spiteful, stupid cunt it actually is. What really pisses me off is the idea they should be immune from criticism because they are mild spazzers, yet continue to insist that they know better than me how to spend my money.
Woy Jenkins, Woy Hattersley, Ed Balls, Ed Milliband, Anuerin Bevan. At least Bevan’s mother chose a name other than Ed or Woy, even though she must have been either pissed or had a speech impediment herself and the registrar couldn’t understand what she was saying when choosing his name, so wrote down a random sequence of vowels and an anagram of urine. Not surprising given that she was Welsh, which is an impediment in itself.
Nominated by: Termujin




