Bubba C

Good work, Bill.

Who the fuck does their shopping in a petrol station? Don't they just sell chewing gum, jazz mags and microwave pies? Ding, can you confirm this please?

In their chops would be the best place, followed by a Bruce Willis 'yippe kayaye' shout as I toss a lit zippo in the their general direction.

Out of likes, but this is bang on! The cunt opposite me, (of A-Team van parking like a cunt fame) does exactly that, except he includes his fucking remedial Neanderthal son in this pathetic activity. That fucking cunt is about 40 and still lives at home with mummy and daddy, which doubles, if not triples his levels of cuntness.

I've never experienced the phenomenon of drive-sitting cunts, but I regularly encounter cunts at petrol stations who, after paying for their fuel return to their car, sit there, staring at the controls like it's a fucking spaceship, with no idea how to start and the fucking thing. Many a time has my road-rage red mist descended on these cunts.

Fingers crossed.

Fuck off. Nobody is worse than that rabid little weasel.

I've been moved, I'm on C-Corner now.

Never have the words of a song (in its entirety) been so apt.

And in standard retaliation, fuck off you boring cunt.

Check out this pile of bollocks, if you can stomach it further than the first paragraph https://www.gapyear.com/articles/221296/gap-years-for-rich-kids Good nom, first class cunts who need a violent shoeing instead of a stamp in their passport at every border they cross.

I'd certainly have believed this, if you'd said you went round his house and jizzed in your pants as Wossy's missus opened the door. But I do concur, Mrs B finds him and his guests hilarious. I find them fucking hateful, fame hungry, talentless cunts. And on another note, I'm sure Wossy was probably involved in his brothers drug fuelled gay romps, nobody can be that much of a lisping, floppy haired whoopsie without hiding some dirty secrets.

Good work Quincy

Gutted I missed that one. Sounds like you two were having a blast.

Or a sobbing crack story if you've been anywhere near them, you riddled northern dirt bag.

I wish you'd catch on fire

Fuck off, you boring dimwit.

He's just being grumpy as he has to come to this country for a few days and will have to shower to fit in

They tried that concept, but people ran for Les hills at the first mention of conflict. The soppy cunts

Top work. Bang on topic, you dozey hypocritical fuck stain. And please don't lie about owning any other car than a Renault or clapped out Citroen CV.

Classic.

Ahthankyouverymuch

I can't strain too much, I've got my going out pants on and don't want to follow through. Back on point, I once had some cunt passenger in my car (probably an in-law or something equally as hateful), and because I drove past an Eddie Stobart lorry too fast and they didn't see the name, they went nuts. Fuck me, I know that some petty shit is spouted on here, but who in their right mind would give a fuck about that?

Accrued Cockfinger of Quincey fee? Are you sure that's legit?

It's worse in Wales, you have to listen to 5 minutes of bilingual pre-recorded shit in order to get through to the drooling monkey who struggles with the concept of the task in hand, such as taking your name and VAT Reg number.