Andrew Neil .
Dud Galloway .
Piers Morgan.
All Tories self serving bastids
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Andrew Neil .
Dud Galloway .
Piers Morgan.
All Tories self serving bastids
Anyone, including gammon businessmen, freemasons, politicians, dumb patriots, and celebrities famous for being celebrities, who wrap themselves in Sir Walter Scott plaid, recite a snippet of Tam O’ Shanter, chib a haggis after an am-dram address, get ****-faced on expenses, and espouse their adherence to the message of A Man’s A Man For A’ That, before going back to a life of exploitation and capitalist larceny next day.
W@nkers. Just get to ****, proceed to Outer ****, and do the circuit again.
How long before Burns is “cancelled” for his intention to become an overseer on a slave-operating plantation before his poetry sales gave him a decent income? Or once his worthy and filth-ridden Merry Muses Of Caledonia are discovered to be full of misogyny?
Ane doulie season
To ane careful dyte
Suld correspond
And be equivalent.
And the rest of you can **** off too.
Kind regards
Jings!
Speaking of "jings"
I see Oor Wuillie has gone all politically correct too.
As well as now being drawn by an artist who can't f'uckin draw faces.
It went paps up when Dudley D Watkins snuffed it. The interchangeability of the half dozen characters he could draw was remarkable. Lord Snooty is Oor Wullie, as are the Broons’ twins with a repurposed hairstyle. Wee Eck was Snitch and Snatch, Snooty’s wee pal twins. Even the DC Thomson graphic novels (now worth a few €) were drawn by Dudley, and Oliver Twist, a copy of which still resides in Keith was Wullie too.
Of course I never read *The Sunday Post, but I assume the body-shaming of Fat Bob has ceased, and he now goes to self-esteem classes, eats tofu rather than Toffee Crisps, and is a regular at the gym.
*my colleague and pal when I worked at RGU (no pics since this is a mobile, sorry for rule infringement) was of the opinion that Vanity Fair would define the female orgasm, Cosmopolitan would give advice on achieving this, and The Sunday Post would show you how to knit een.
Last edited by 57vintage; 24-01-2022 at 11:58 AM.
This absolute walloper.
Convinces a chap in ICU to refuse medication & check himself out, he dies and she blames the hospital. I utterly despise these c*nts
https://twitter.com/sfinn80/status/1...346729991?s=21
Those whankers at Brewdog getting it tight on Reporting Scotland, with an investigative documentary in 25 minutes time.
It’ll be interesting to see what’s alleged, and how the ‘punks’, possibly taken in by the charisma-based hype, react.
Aresholes. GIRFUY.
The **** that follows you from the bedroom to the scullery and, after you've started the washing machine, leaves a single sock lying in the hallway. They can f*ck right off.
Quite right too.
Evidence presented suggests that Watt’s ultra-punk credentials now include:
£0.5m (?) shares in their sworn enemy Heineken
A tasty hedge fund in the “fit’s tax?” Cayman Islands
Post-truth claims on greenifying the company and the crowdfunding thereof (ie your taxes)
Sampling ‘capable of menstruating/with serviceable pudenda’ customers on Brewdog premises
Predatory behaviour towards staff of a different gender
Falsifying export documentation on ingredients to allow shipment of stock to maximise the garnering of the Yankee dollar, thus dropping their US import agent in the fish glue finings
Being a hypocritical, lying, exploitative, grasping, Thatcherite ****
“Beware charisma”, I was advised by a wise college vice-principal years ago.
Conclusion: Brewdog can **** right off, a view I’ve held since the ****ing hype started