Hammer of Cunts

...and finance, wanking and banking.

They also don't seem able to talk; interesting or regional accents (and even RP) are disappearing in favour of jafaikan patois and a kind of machine-readable drone, where the cadences bear no relation to the content. The only exception is the tired anapaest employed to enumerate the failures of others.

There's a market for it in this post-colonial world of diversity and universal respect. An inability to perform tasks more complex than basic personal hygiene should not bar anyone from identifying as whatever they want. They are living their own truth and haters should all be cancelled; infomed opinions are dangerous and scare young people. Just imagine the cunts, further down the food chain, who actually do look up to these role models.

I'm surprised they have trolleys that'll take the weight.

That's a good excuse for his absense fom the weekend's festivities.

He probably wasn't black enough, so they singed him a bit. He matters now.

Shows it's not important then.

It's just another false alarm; it'll just fizzle out and affect the rest of us as much as AIDS has

There's a new one called Fighting Shits. I haven't read it yet; it might be about some of the cunts on here.

I've now had time to sit down and look and I'm afraid that there's just the DBs.

It only came this morning, you must have had a very long dump.

The original Agas have two ovens.

Not any more, nor a Rayburn, they're much better. Although you can warm up lambs in an Aga's bottom oven, a Rayburn will go from cold to frying an egg in half an hour.

If you have an Aga or Rayburn, you can leave a few spuds in the oven for a post-pub snack. When you find them a few weeks later they are a lovely iridescent golden colour. I tried poking a thread through them and hanging them up, but their sheen faded and I lost interest. Sic transit gloria maris piper.

It is if you cut the ends off all the tentacles.

Spunck?

I was waiting to buy a paper the other day, part of a quickly lengthening queue behind three women of "caravanning" heritage. They spent over 60 quid each on scatchcards. I bet tax had been paid on every fucking penny.

Sorry, the on my keyboard has toast rumb behind it.

In my experience travellers deal exlusively in cash.

I bet you say that to all the girls.

I don't think I'd notice if someone did my Fourtrak. Someone stole the windscreen wipers a couple of years ago. Is there a market for accessores in Romania?

On a similar note, a mate had a relatively new Shogun nicked just before Xmas, he's keeping an eye on news from Ukraine to see if he can spot it.

PS I'm not an eco-warrior, I just enjoy upsetting wankers

I can't see that there's any problem with keying/slashing tyres on the Range Rovers of urban posers. No-one uses a Velar (?) or a Porsche Cayenne to go round the sheep and fuck knows what a Bentayga is for. Any 4x4 without a towbar is fair game,, especially if it's got a yoga mat on the back seat..

Fuck me! the Corrs have let themselves go a bit.