I recently bought a couple of small items, one was delivered by EVRI, they fetched it on time and in fine condition. Nothing more, or less than I expect.

Ten minutes later I get an email, ”how did we do?” fill in this online bollocks and rate the service. Piss off, it’s just a fucking delivery, you did what you were paid to do. The end.

You make a purchase online, same shit, please tell everyone how fucking marvelous we are by rating us on some meaningless website like Trustpilot.

How the fuck can you trust anything on there? Often there’s an inducement to ‘rate’ a service, you know the one, ‘you’ll be entered into a draw to win this, that or the other’.

It’s meaningless bullshit. Now sell me this can of beans and fuck off.

Nominated by: Bertram Cuntatious DCO

Galloway has been around as a pain in the arse to conventional politicians for a long long time.

There was a time when I seemed to encounter the cunt on early morning/late night tubes in London on a regular basis. At the time he was, not unlike now, the sole representative of a pro-Arab splinter party known as the Respect Party.

He would sit bristling away on an end seat with a female minder and wearing a cap hiding his bald pate and a look loaded with Scottish offence and several chips on his shoulders demanding to have them knocked off.

As he was founder and sole Parliamentary member of Respect at the time I felt duty bound to accommodate him and called him a cunt, which to be fair, he took pretty well because he loved the attention after I explained that he was but one one of many I have met during a long life and dissed which includes the Duke of Edinburgh, Michael Foot, David Cameron, George and Gordon Brown plus various international politicians.

Put simply his whole demeanour demanded to be insulted and he felt insulted if he was not.

So what has Galloway (or Shalloway as fellow Labour hacks called him) achieved over the years? Supported that great human being Saddam Hussein during the Iraq War, appeared on certain celebrity programmes for has beens playing a pussy cat and purring and kissing toes and and…I seem to have run out of material. Anyway he is always full of bluster, resentment and victimhood but I have yet to fathom what he actually stands for.

He claims to support Gaza and something from the River to the Sea but WTF? Riding anti-English Whitey sentiment in Rochdale he is now MP for that urban shite hole (as sole representative and sole founder of the Workers Party) and the best of luck to him.

Rochdale? Would not go out of my way to piss in it. Galloway? Would not go out of my way to piss on the bald cunt and his black fedora.

Manchester Evening News

Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke

Now, this isn’t your usual Dr Whoke cunting, more a rant about the BBC’s irritating insistence on mentioning the pile of shite whenever an actor dies.

This week saw the deaths of John Savident and Pamela Salem. Each having long careers in an assortment of tv, film and stage productions.

But the BBC simply have to point out that they ‘starred’ in Dr Whoke in the dim and distant, no matter how high they’re other other achievements may have been.

I almost wrote this nom a while back when John Hurt died and the BBC, rather than going into the detail of his outstanding acting work, decided to go into detail about his appearance on their flagship sci fi children’s program.

Anyway, I can’t take it anymore.

Despite its cult following, it always was and still is a kids program with dodgy scripts, wobbly sets and nowadays, cheap and nasty CGI and a place of work for actors who can’t find any.

Show some respect for the dead you cunts.

BBC News 1

BBC News 2

Nominated by: Field Marshal Cuntgomery

Do androids dream of electric sheep, and do vehicles get lonely

This is a personal cunting, but I imagine they are a fair few on this wonderful site that will agree with me..

Whenever I use a car park I always find a spot devoid of vehicles, doesn’t matter to me if its a extra 100 yards to the shops..

Over the years I have had various cars banged by inconsiderate cunts opening their doors.. even a few when I’m in the vehicle, and then calling out the cunts to apologise..

So why is it when you come back to the empty car park there is always car parked next to you.

I know cars nowadays are technical marvels, but have they become sentient?

Probably not.. just driven by arsehole’s..

No link but some YouTube fun..

YouTube

Nominated by: Barry zuckercunt