Arnold

Shat the bed.

You're spending an inordinate amount of time on here of late, Old Chap. Are you not getting enough leg over?

You Never Give Me Your Money..... ..sorry.

Has the fucking aeroplane crashed yet? Only cunts read the news.

Two pundits talking shite at half time and twenty two posing, fucking wankers playing shite either side of it. I hope the cunts lose whoever they are.

I had an Austin mini traveller. I shagged my girlfriend in it.

In a pub many years ago I was walking back to my pint after having gone for a piss. On my way back I made some soppy remark to a small dog that was sat with two couples at a table. One of the blokes, who had left the loo before me, looked up and made a sarcastic remark. I looked at all four before glancing at the bowl of crisps on their table and said, 'At least I wash my hands after a piss.' I'll never forget the look on the faces of their two girls. Fortunately for me if the landlord hadn't intervened, the cunts would have beaten three bales out of me. My mates were of no fucking use so if any of them are reading this, do fuck off.

Cack-handed bitch.

Left-handed bitch.

Never heard of the cunt for what he does. I thought he was a circus act.

To whom?

'Ere, KB, I haven't had a cold for quite a while now. Do you think it's because I've been careful, or have I just been lucky? Mind you, I haven't been outside the fucking house for two and a half years.

"Fuck the lot of you, you uncivilized knuckle-dragging gorillas. Club together and buy a time machine, and fuck off back to the 1960s." Count me in.

If I may add to that, I've said it before, if it shits they will eat it, shit and all. All on a bed of artisanal lettuce leaves and pomme de terre and washed down with a glass of Chateau Beychevelle battery acid. Pretentious fucking crap.

I did, I bought them for Neil from an idea he had from you.

They've got it in for women in general. Have you noticed how good looking women have been cancelled in advertising? Any old battleship will suffice now. Yet somehow it's not quite the same with blokes (yet). Buying some kecks this afternoon, I could not help but notice all the advertising on the packaging were of a medallion-wearing type of he-man with bulging muscles. Yet the women's section, as in many current TV ads, were depicted as overweight, ugly rhinos. @Cuntybaws remarked on this in another thread which in turn made me look at this shit a little closer. This woke shit is seeping into everyday life at a rate of knots and many, I fear, are allowing it to become the norm without questioning it.

It was, in fact, a fair sum of money but I momentarily felt like being comedic in my nom if only to take the 'disgusted of Tunbridge' tone out of it.

Mumbai is still Bombay, Cunty BigBollox, Snickers is still a Marathon, Cif is still Jif, and the Halifax will always be a building society. I don't keep up with the times because anything that isn't what it was is shite - if that makes any fucking sense. It all makes me weary.

The Halifax has told its customers they can basically fuck off elsewhere if they don't like their stance on staff name badges regargarding gender identity. As this ridiculous shitfest carries on like a runaway train, I hurried down to my local Halifax and, outraged, withdrew my £2.75 and closed my account. Fuck 'em. https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-10972407/Halifax-suffers-exodus-customers-staff-pronoun-policy.html

I'd like to see Boris shoved in your orifice. Preferable head first wearing a sea mine for a helmet.

I've just switched on the telly and I'm left wondering where are all the ethnics in the crowds outside the Palace? Integration? Fuck off. I'll bet the BBC camera crews are busting a fucking gut looking for one to interview.

Spot on. I wish I could give two likes for this.

I wonder if our grandparents' generation are looking down on us from above, and I wonder just what the fuck they might be thinking. I don't believe divine retribution exists but I hope to fuck it does.

I was meandering through some old posts @Cuntybaws when I found the above. What do you think of this shit? I'd have given a link if only I knew how. It's from an LBC article.

I've had his argument with Mrs A in the past. When I was at primary school we had school dinners at dinner time, some time between 12 and 1pm. Indeed, we were supervised by dinner ladies. At senior school, my old Mum gave me dinner money on a Monday morning to buy dinner tickets when I got to school. Of course we were no longer supervised by dinner ladies but we ate at around the same time - dinner time. I believe there was a TV comedy entitled 'Dinner Ladies'. I never watched it so I don't know what time of the day they were dinner lady-ing, but I'll bet it was between 12 and 1.30pm. They even said it on The Sweeny. Never in eleven years of primary and secondary education was the word lunch ever mentioned. Therefore, we have dinner at dinner time and tea at tea time. I rest my case. However, faithful to balancing an argument, cunts at colleges of further and higher education refer to the canteen as a refectory, so I suppose they must eat their dinner at lunch time. It's now ten past twelve and I am fucking off for my dinner.