Dominic Littlewood; short arsed, smug, slap headed pain in the fucking arse type of cunt. Champion of the fuckwitted Mongs and Greedy fucking Bastards amongst us; Like a dwarf white knight on a fucking Donkey he trots to the rescue showering us in his puerile ramblings, get to fuck you annoying Cunt
We have a winner!
The Dead Pool 3 has been won by Dioclese [a-fucking-gain]
who correctly guessed the next cunt to kick the cunting bucket
… therefore becoming a dead cunt.
Here’s his winning nomination :
This one could be too easy really –
but while we’re on a roll with Libyan bastards,
I nominate the Lockerbie bomber,
Abdelbaset Mohmed Ali al-Megrahi.
Well done!
You have successfully defended your title of Dead Pool Champion.
Two in a row eh … you’re not killing the cunts yerself by any chance?
Right then!
The slate has been wiped clean and everyone gets to pick
a new ‘dead cunt walking’ as we move on to The Dead Pool 4.
No rule changes but in case you’re new to the world of
predicting bucket kicking cunts, here’s a refresher:
1. Nominate who you think is next on the way out.
One Cunt each. Leave names in the Comments.
2. You win if your Cunt dies first.
Then the slate is wiped clean and everyone picks another one,
so my top tip is to be quick off the mark and
steal someone else’s dead cunt candidate from the last Dead Pool.
Any cunt who tries to cheat by nominating the World’s Oldest Man or Woman is a cunt and will be ignored. The winner gets a dedicated Dead Pool Champion post and kudos of cuntishness aplenty. Oh, and the usual “Our Blog Our Rules” thing applies.
Phil Parkinson the Bradford City football manager is a cunt of highest order.
He doesn’t know his arse from his elbow, he drops players who are in form and brings in his own cunts who aren’t up to the job.
He talks a constant stream of bullshit which most people seem to be taken in by but not me.
He’s that full of shit one day he’s going to burst.
It won’t be pretty.
Woke up this morning at 3am, rushed in panic to the bog where my sphincter absolutely exploded. However, the contents of my stomach also exploded out of my mouth at the same time, covering my pants, tshirt, toilet floor, hallway carpet and walls with pre digested spaghetti bolognese.
Spent 45 fucking minutes clearing that shit up, only for me to projectile vomit again (in the toilet this time) whilst simultaneously filling my recently changed boxers up with shit.
This has been followed with me sitting on the bog, arse leaking like a boarding house tap, while I continue to heave up the lining of my stomach.
The norovirus truly is a cunt.