No, I’m not talking about the Cuntstable’s private hardcore CofE porn stash. Instead I am talking about some rather disgusting habits and personal hygiene issues I have witnessed in the public domain over the last few days and weeks.

Yesterday, for example, I had to rough it on a bus due to a train cancellation. The bus was packed with a right assortment of old and young, locals and tourists, quiet people and gobby cunts. Some of them blatantly ignored the “no eating” signs plastered all over the interior of the bus, while others tried to sneak smoking a spliff behind a magazine, stinking the place out something quite sickly.

But worst of all involved a girl, probably in her late teens, sitting directly in front of me, listening to music on her tinny headphones and gawping at her phone while digging for gold up her left nostril.

Her index finger was buried up to the first joint as it rooted around looking for whatever it was that was bothering her. And because I was sitting behind her and to the left, I had a “good/bad” view of what as going on right up to the point of her removing said digit adorned with a glistening ball of slimy snot. Which she then wiped on something or other below my line of vision. But she wasn’t finished there because up went the finger again looking for dessert. And sure enough it retrieved a few snotty morsels, which again was wiped away (probably on the bus seat)

Another issue I have about travelling on public transport is how some people have never heard of personal hygiene and body odour. Standing in a cramped carriage on a train journey to Carlisle last month meant having to whiff the greasy unwashed dandruff-ridden hair of some young emo cunt, who again was staring at his phone. And then there was some fat Humpty-Dumpty-wannabe standing roughly 10ft further up the aisle, but I could smell his vile BO from that distance! I really can’t describe the aroma but it was like someone opening a festering wheelie bin that hadn’t been emptied in weeks!

Then there’s the silent hit-and-run phantom farter! Moves into position on the seat next to you, jiggles his/her arse a bit to one side, drops a depth charge and then fucks off, leaving the collateral damage behind so that the victims point accusing fingers (and noses) at you!

The (in)famous idiom “The Great Unwashed” has never been so apt when it comes to encountering some right disgusting cunts in the public domain!

Nominated by: Technocunt

and supported by: arfurbrain

Good nom Techno. I’m afraid the problem is that some people literally know no better.

I spent my working life on the road and I couldn’t begin to count the times I have followed vehicles where empty packets, fast food cartons and even glass bottles have been casually thrown overboard.

Sometimes it’s struck me that this behaviour is going on in cars way out of my price range.

How often when walking round the shops have you seen adults give their brats sweets and then watch unmoved, as the brats unwrap the sweets and toss the wrapper aside?

As for the personal hygiene thing, maybe there was some small excuse when the tin bath hung on the coal house door and Saturday evenings main task was heating enough water for a bath but I’m sure very few live in such conditions nowadays and the number of people who smell like a blocked drain far exceeds that.

The third Thursday in August, and, on cue, the BBC and print media, celebrate the GCSE Results by showing numerous pictures of jubilant girls, often POCs, but not this year (that’s waaycist!), screeching, screaming and hugging each other.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/live/education-62550119

It is a sexist cliche’ – boys also pass exams – even white ones – yet you rarely see or hear of them, unless they are terribly posh lads with names like Quentin or Tristram, on their way to Oxbridge.

My son, years ago, went to an all-boys school, and no local newspaper, let alone a national, and certainly not BBC cameras were there to record exam results day.

Nominated by: W. C. Boggs

Serena Williams – Game, Set and Cunt.

Serena Williams; trailblazer, role model, social justice activist, sometime tennis player and mother has decided to finally hang up her jockstrap and retire after the U.S Open later this month. But like Clare Balding caught in the ladies locker room, she ain’t going quietly. In self-aggrandizing essay written in Vogue, Williams explains her decision.

“Believe me, I never wanted to have to choose between tennis and a family. I don’t think its fair. If I were a guy (ahem), I wouldn’t be writing this because I’d be out there playing and winning while my wife was doing the physical labour of expanding our family”

Vogue Link.

Yes, that old cunt, biology. Its funny because I thought ‘women’ and ‘motherhood’ were social constructs designed to oppress women according to the Left, except it seems when there is some self-pitying victimhood to shoehorn in.

Being a former world No1, being fawned over by an arse kissing sycophantic media for twenty years and constant demands for adulation now reduced to being beaten week in week out by young women half your age can’t be good for her monstrous ego and narcissism.

We shouldn’t be surprised, she has been a total piss boiling diva since day one, black empowered wimminz fighting for recognition in a white dominated sport, fighting the patriarchy for equal prize money for doing half the work and recently the fact she is a ‘working’ mother. With a $100m in prize money and 23 slams she and any other female player for that matter would still lose in straight sets to any journeyman male tennis player in the top 100.

I suppose retirement won’t mean she will fuck off from our TV screens, I fully expect to see her at next years Wimbledon in one of their diverse studio panels fighting for attention amongst the rest of the box tickers.

In a packed field of runners and riders, she really is a sports cunt of our times.

Nominated by: Liberal Liquidator

This is a pet cunting of mine, as stories around my ‘manor’ like this have been bandied about over the past couple of years….and I don’t fucking agree with it.

Kent On Line News Link

Basically if you buy something and then throw the packaging and/or product on the deck in a public place, they are now suggesting it’s not ‘your’ fault, but the fault of the shop you bought it from, so they are going to look at fining the shop keeper!

How fucking skewed is that thought process?

I should imagine they are suggesting this because the police/councils either can’t be arsed or don’t have the resources to give the chavvy little cunts who drop litter a clip round the ear and tell them to pick it up and put it in a bin. Now, it would seem, these entitled cunting litterers are going to feel even less responsible for their actions, as it will be someone else’s fault apparently.

What has this fucking world come to? Next time I have 6 Pints with a curry and I’m pissed up walking home at three in the morning and I have a piss in a shop doorway, then lay down a pavement pizza……apparently it will now be the brewery and the curry houses fault and they should receive a fine….fuck all to do with me!

I mean….I’m lost for words.

CUNTS.

Nominated by: Chuff Chugger

Time for a U235 encased, Plutonium cored, Deuterium doped thermonuclear H-cunting for the bastards who park in the middle of the TWO spaces between our house and my neighbours leaving no room for anyone else.

I could understand it if they drove a stretch-limo, a coach with a team of horses, an aticufuckinglated lorry, or indeed a thermonulear missile transporter; but NO, it’s usually a sodding small hatchback the size of a walnut, that takes just enough space so as to leave nothing suitable for any other cunt to park at the front or rear without blocking the driveway.

I can olny assume that these cunts drive with the aid of a white stick, or with their guide dog at the wheel, or that they are pig-ignorant, sefl-entitled shitbags so-full of themselves and FUCK YOU to everybody else, that they it never crosses what passes for their minds, that they are being cunts.

If I had the unlimited dosh, I’d have the thing left in the same space, but turned over on its roof, wheels in the air. Sadly being a semi-broke retired grumpy fucker, I am reduced to overlapping my driveway, and parking my car within an inch of their front bumper, putting a “Park in ONE Space” notice on their windscreen, together with a SpecSavers leaflet.

Rant over… Going for a lie down in a darkened room….

Nominated by: Sheikh Anvakh