White Cunt

Do you also keep the haggis and pork scratchings for snack?

Early stages are quite lucid, Mrs Gobbler. I will make sure to eat my stash in one go, provided I can find the cunt in the first place.

Preferably in bed. Indeed. But my money is on him back at his vegetable patch in the not so distant future. You need a totally driven nutter with a cult-like following in their millions to go against any establishment and win effectively. When the shit hits the fan, he will be hiding behind broccoli. Like this Tzipras fucking loser.

And they say there is nothing interesting on the news these days.

Which is why computer-driven cars should be on our roads ASAP. Every pisspot and junkie will make it safety to work and back.

Corbyn is as likely to create a true national bank, as I am to run my local sewing circle. He may as well vouch to abolish the monarchy and send the queen to the guillotine. Bollocks.

At the first sign of dementia, I will be swift with pulling the plug. I don't fancy ending up looking like Fatty, with the loving care provided by the likes of Keith. Fuck that.

Perhaps wearing this garment would help with the Phobia. Can't see the zip, so you may have to spend extended hours in it.

The rich old cunts do get their comeuppance from time to time. It is very satisfactory to watch an old bat having a kerfuffle on getting out of her Range Rover and pirouetting to the ground smashing her ricket sticks.

I was hoping for a calm evening' s bliss, but that's fucked now. Fucking, fucking, fucking cunts! Now that's better. I meant to say I agree.

Such women, which I personally find as appealing as flaky old dandruff, do however fulfil an important role in modern society. The flakes or as I prefer to call the Ciupacabras, have a knack at detecting and retaining the assorted bloated and loaded, egocentric males, the Trumps of this world. Which leaves the good stock of ladies for us normal men to engage with.

I am sorry I have mixed you with the tin-people. It's not acceptable to have those bean-counters at large.

No offence there, BS, but are you and those other gits still stuck in the fucking stone age? This is the age of easy credit - or what's left of it. A touch/no pin required-I-nick-this-fuckall-secured-card-and-pay everywhere until money of this sucker is really and truly gone - is now fully mandatory for a high-tech professional in the 21st century world. Adapt. Please.

By behaving in the way you do, which seems civilised, you only encourage the flies. Just be yourself for a change, let your bollocks swing in and out of the shorts, while downing a can of SB or other top notch lager and let nature take it's course. Actually, maybe the he-fly may want his cut of drink, which will prove expensive in the long run, while the she-fly is keen on your nads and wouldn't find your festive display in the least offensive...

No, but nut houses are.

Was it low pay or ungrateful audience?

There is no excuse for this cuntish behaviour, Decimus. Disabled toilets are reserved for poofters and leaky grannies. And Bronnies. Chose your toilet carefully next time.

This gypo cunt was at the right place at the wrong time, unfortunately.

I have seen the cunt on TV. Dripping in 3 carat gold, which he most likely lifted from the audience. Oozing market stall streak and low cunning.

"You can make me look a right twat, but make sure to paint the gold bits well!"

Ray Winston is a cunt. But a working cunt. On a London cunt-o-meter, he is right at the bottom.

You mean "Seaman's Arse"? Or was it "Semen Arms"?

The name of the cult implies that it has a connection with knowledge, physics and maths. And it has. It takes a fair degree of mass manipulation knowledge and some good con techniques to fleece the rich.

Fuck off. Mrs WC would not be seen dead baking.

There is the solution