Cuntybaws

'I've lost over £4,000 because of the ADHD tax' Meet Rach Idowu, who may not be the very "Stupidest Cunt Ever" but who certainly makes it on to the podium. Not only does the intellectually challenged retard miss flights and forget to pay her credit card, she describes her resultant losses as a "tax" and repeats this stupidity on the BBC so that the wider public will know she's a fucking moron too. Of course, it's all the fault of ADHD, which is right up there with ASD on today's list of excuses for any sort of dumbfuckery on the part of the younger generation. Shame we can't just send these cunts to Rwanda.

I aks you!

If my mother-in-law goes to a concert and ends up dead I'll be fucking delirious! Les Dawson, RIP.

In point of fact, Australia doesn't even make it into my Top Fifty List of Despised Nations. That said, I still maintain that "On The Beach" is a comedy.

Highwaymon.

It was so cold in Liverpool today that police found two Scousers with their hands in their OWN pockets!

I can assure you it's true, but as I'm only a third cousin seven times removed I still have to buy a ticket just like every other cunt. Mrs Baws is massively into genealogy and has parish records which trace my lineage directly back to Rabbie himself, and there are DNA matches in confirmed lines back to shared relatives. More recently, and less Scottishly, I'm also vaguely related to David Niven.

Hey, fuck off Wolfie, can't you see I'm grooming him? I fancy diving the Great Barrier Reef and the South Pacific next year, and I'll need somewhere to stay for a few months between trips.

Turn up wearing a Union Jack waistcoat and a Jimmy Hill mask. You won't be there long. I keep a switchblade in my sporran for just such an eventuality. As a very distant (and against all odds legitimate) direct descendant of the Ayrshire Bard I always look forward to the 25th. Traditional haggis is an acquired taste, but these days it's mostly done all fancy schmancy - haggis and potato bon bons in a creamy whisky sauce, for example. Fucking lovely!

Don't eat yellow snow.

It's almost as if the Bible/Koran/Talmud wasn't the actual literal word of God at all, but rather a total fiction written by the pig-ignorant savages which reflected all the prejudices and biases of the time.

Get all your frocks there, do you?

They have already exceeded their quota of stupid fucking cunts.

Paging Decimus, @Decimus to the main board...

I'd be more kindly inclined towards immigrants if we could exchange them for Scousers.

# Because, much as some might like it to be, and without straining the boundaries of multidimensional set theory, the "World" and the "UK" are not the same thing.

The author of this execrable twaddle is Pallab Ghosh. I've made my thoughts clear before on THAT particular cunt, and on the BBC's reporting of astronomical phenomena generally: Apparent violations of the cosmological principle are ten a penny, which is why it's a "principle" and not a "theorem" or a "law". It's a bit like the high school physics exam questions about snooker balls that tell you to ignore rotational and frictional effects, which explains why none of these fucking scientists have ever won the World Snooker Championship.

Oh for fuck's sake, who got Pen started on fucking trains?!?

I almost went for a Lawrence Logic picture rather than Mr Pedantic, but thought better of it at the last moment.

Sorry, I missed that well-disguised trap. I guess bait appropriate for tiddlers isn't appetising to a passing Oceanic Whitetip. I remember Wizardsleeve once tried to tell me which posts I could respond to and which I couldn't. Anyone know what happened to him?

Much as I enjoy a good grammatical pile on, I'm afraid that this is not a double preposition. The second “in” is indeed a preposition, but the first occurrence is an adverb forming an integral part of the phrasal verb “weighed in”.

Now you've made me think of a young Bunty James, and from there it's only a short hop to Jenny Hanley. Back in a few minutes...

Starsky & Hutch began in 1975, while 48 Hours was released in 1982. Not saying there weren't any other empowered blacks on TV at that point - especially US TV - but Captain Dobey is the first I remember. At least the incompetent police chief in Dirty Harry (1971) had the decency to be white.