White Cunt

Thank Christ. Can buy more seafood.

Victorian sensibilities would keep the rascals in check, allowing for an undisturbed piss up. Give them laudanum with coke and some heroin sherbets to chew on. In fact have some yourself, as it's Christmas.

Forget the plane. It will crash into the sea, all but Keith will die and Brony will screw all the shrimp. Shit.

Out of control, drunken, sex-mad, fucking lunatics. Especially when at a male strip show, they'd gladly rip the cock off the fucker if he came near enough. But of course their antics are okay, but if a man so much as looks at a women he's a sexist fucking pig and a potential rapist. Double standards cunts.

These easy targets should be caught en masse, sold to Arab countries at discount, used and culled. Or exchanged for free oil.

I would let the Al Qaeda loose on those fucking krauts. In fact, in the spirit of not fucking good-will, buy a guillotine on EBay, then record for posterity.

Fuck Christmas and fuck every cunt. 47 quid i had to pay for a fucking average sized Turkey today. Why? Because it's Christmas. Why don't any cunt eat Turkey the rest of the year? Because it's shit. Why don't we eat Christmas pudding any other time of the year? Because it's shit. Why don't we eat mince pies any other time of the year? Because they are shit. But try pointing this out to the average cunt in the street and you are a miserable tight fisted fucking moany old cunt. Ok, shitbrain, if i'm such a cunt why do you send me little bits of cardboard telling me how great i am and telling me how at peace you are with the world.? If you love your fellow man so much why am i not allowed to be different? Why do i have to give you some two bob gift that you didn't want in the first place to avoid your disapproval? Why do i have to put up with cunts who say "i don't smoke, but it's Christmas", and then think they have a right to help themselves to my fags that i've fucking paid for. The same fucking cunts who spend the rest of the year telling me "you're killing yourself with those things you know?" Oh yeah? Well at least i chose to kill myself and i'm fucking paying for the things that are killing me. You, on the other hand are a thick as shit wanker who has never had an independent thought in your stupid fucking head. Fucking Christmas, just a big fucking con. I fucking hate it. FUCKING HATE IT!!!!    

Would you mind sharing your bird?

i am fucking pleased you know your place.

Perhaps you didn't get the irony, thicko. Years of fat and sugar excess have turned your brain to a big fucking pudding. Put yourself on a list for a transplant from a pig. You may gain some intelligence.

Why have you waited until now to do your shopping?  Cooking is enough of a cunt without adding the stress of fetching the shit.  I would be within my cunting rights to say you should be beaten senseless for not planning better.  However, I'll leave that to somebody else, in the spirit of good faith and all.  
 
As far as the cooking goes, what would Commander Rudolf Hoss do?

Rudolf Hess spent his time in a British jail, nobbling porridge. He was a useless cunt.

Why have you waited until now to do your shopping?  Cooking is enough of a cunt without adding the stress of fetching the shit.  I would be within my cunting rights to say you should be beaten senseless for not planning better.  However, I'll leave that to somebody else, in the spirit of good faith and all.  
 
As far as the cooking goes, what would Commander Rudolf Hoss do?

Sometimes getting home for Christmas means exactly that. Can't get a turkey on a plane, even with a full fare ticket. Unless it's Ryanair.

Where do I start? Probably in a crowded, dingy, smelly supermarket, fighting my way with a three-legged, fully disabled cunt trolley on December 24th.
The following day half of the stuff has to be dismembered, gassed and burned on time. Makes the stress of moving house a minor inconvenience.

I think we are pointing the gun at the wrong person here. We should file for a divorce for NOT GETTING A FUCKING CAR. I need a new car and have to go out, earn the money and then buy the cunt myself. And PAY for it too. AND I am prepared to offer a lot of sex in return. Still no fucking luck. Now I am going to sit in the corner and sulk.

and sone paint stripper on your car (although many on this forum probably only have a pushbike)

Yes, Your Highness. Now fuck off and talk to your biscuits cunt.

Remember to keep the nominations rolling in, they'll be totalled on new years eve and the winner will have the following written on a press on towel in red felt pen: '(name here) You have been awarded the cunts corner cunt of the year 2014, you cunt'. It will be delicately sellotaped around an old brick, and delivered through their front window in the early hours of January 1st.

Accompanied by a canister of petrol and some matches.

I would place Rotheram Council, perhaps in the third place.

I think old John should meet Keith. They would make a lovely couple.

I though he drank himself to death.

You're too generous you cunt... house bricks and rusty tin cans are more my idea....
 
...provided to about 8 of Couldn't female relatives..

But those must be applied to the face only. We don't want blood on the floor. And remember to apply anti-bacterial gel to your hands afterwards. You are still in a hospital.

Thank fuck my Gorgon cunt of mother in law died decades ago. Right old slag she was.

The movie Jaws was based on her. I fucking hated the surly old whore.

I am envious.

Mine is still fucking rolling about. So is her cunt of a husband. I have two cunts to get rid of of and the smell in the boot is not getting any nicer.

Don't get me wrong, I'm no Tory. I voted labour in successive elections and believe that the country in some respects was improved after years of Conservative rule. Some of the achievements you have cited were exactly why they won my vote. But they lost their way towards the end, complacent after years of success and intentionally creating the problems of dependency and immigration to form a section of society that were guaranteed to give them their votes. This deliberate social engineering created most of the main issues that are being used to fuel the rise of UKIP. The lack of defence for their positive aspects is symptomatic of current party leadership. Too scared to mention any achievement through fear of being associated with the Blair years. They've lost my vote as much through their own passive acceptance of taking the blame, as much as through their failed social experiments. The damage is done, I'm through with the cunts, as I hope millions of other former supporters are. I would rather be ruled by a party that are unashamed by what they are and have clearly defined policies, than a Labour party that apes right wing or left wing ideology dependant on which way the wind is blowing. They have no identity and deserve to be completely wiped off of the political map.

 

It's not the size of his foreskin, sorry forehead, which indicates intellect, but the complexity of the outer cortex. His is as smooth as his fucking foreskin, sorry forehead.

My Father, a veteran of both the Falklands and first Gulf war, will be having his final Christmas dinner this year. Galtieri couldn't kill him nor could Saddam Hussien. An even bigger cunt called cancer however has got the better of the old chap. He knows this, has accepted that it's his time and wants to enjoy the little time he has left with his family. Sadly, his attempt to pass on with dignity was blighted yesterday evening during a visit to hospital by a drunken pile of dogshit wandering the local A and E threatening hospital staff leading to a scrap with police and hospital security which in turn led to my Father's admission being delayed denying him treatment for the excrutiating pain he was suffering. Despite this they still treated this utter fucking prick before my Father so the plod could get back to the nick pronto for tea and biscuits instead of just throwing him into a piss drenched cell to fucking die.

A night in a cell, followed by a hefty bill should be prescribed. Any wounds should be treated with 16th century medicine.

I am a nazi sympathiser.

Love is a combination of hormones with high addiction values.

Mu first post.
You cunts are fantastic and so full of filth.
I think I'll poke somthing down me japs eye and read a few more posts.

What filth? This is a very respectable forum. Welcome.

Is anybody watching the forecast without a big-titted presenter?

This is the level some will stoop to. Listening to a fuckwit junkie from some needle-laced latrine, spewing High revolutionist bollocks.

However, as there is no sane alternative, this garbage is probable better than our elected cunts. And whatever is left of his bonsai brain, is actually going somewhere.

Give me this cunt over other cunts any day.

Bring him on!