My town is now overrun with DFL’s (Down From London types), marching around, snootily filled with the love of their own vegan fart smells. One street, in particular, is an enclave of self-important Guardianistas, situated as close to the local Waitrose as possible, obviously. How else will you be able to buy fresh saffron in a pinch?
They’ve turned all the local boozers into safe houses for middle-class cunts. I hate it. They take out the pool table, paint the walls white, clean the 60-year-old tobacco smoke stains off the ceiling, add some ‘brew dog/punk ale’ and then sit around winging about Brexiters, Climate Change and Capitalism.
I recently went to a local garden party to see I was surrounded by these cunts. A Feminist in mixed company even picked a fight with me because I identified a girl there as having ‘big tits’. It was a fair identifier as this girl was wearing an open chested top that came with a billboard that said ‘PLEASE NOTICE MY BIG TITS’. I merely took her que.
My neighbour 2 doors down is also a tortuously self-advertising Leftie DFL
All the hallmarks:
. About 45-50 years old, looks 65 due to rejecting any unnatural cosmetic upkeep
. Sports an insincere, self-satisfied smile, at other times a needless frown
. Loose-fitting, multi-coloured robes, pashmina scarves, sandals, proud grey hair
. Green Party placard in the window to let you know she’s better than you
. Charges around like she owns the place
. Looks down on us local yokels as ‘interesting’ but in need of much-needed re-education/consciousness-raising/cultural enrichment
You get the picture
Who knows what goes on in that house? A lot of weed, polyamorous relationships, sub-letting and tofu-eating, I imagine.
She also has a long-haired greyhound that barks constantly.
It’s fucking annoying.
I wish they would all fuck off back to London, the hellscape they helped create by voting for cunts like them.
Nominated by: Cunty McCunterson




