Meet Bob’s choice for the infamous ’sanctimonious cunt of the week’ award, the Swindon Advertiser blogger ‘Swindon Calling’.
Click here to read what this twat thinks of big titted birds wearing jodphurs into Sainsburys.
While the rest of us red blooded and fully-functional males get turgid at the thought of a bird in riding gear, this fucking gayboy wants ‘em banned from supermarkets in case they have horseshit on their boots.
‘Swindon Calling’ writes like a thick cunt and looks like a thick cunt, so the chances are good that he is a thick cunt. In fact he is probably the same type of thick cunt that thinks it’s ‘cute’ when he sees slack-jawed, dull-eyed and slack-crotched mouthing-breathing mothers ignoring the purpose built kiddie seats on shopping trolleys because they preferring to put their snot nosed and disease riddled offspring into the compartment normally used for putting food into.
Chances are that these dribbling fucking homunculi have shit and pissed themselves, or happily stamped through every piece of dog shit on the pavement on their way to the fucking shop. Just think about that next time you see darling Tarquin or Jeremy being ferried around sainsburys in the wrong part of the trolley.
Next time I see it happening I’m going to grab the little bastards out of the trolley and drop-kick them over the fucking tinned fruit aisle and, as he runs away, Bob will be shouting “I’m ‘Swindon Calling’ I am.
PS: Oh yeah, some fuckers from twitter have already been moaning at me. Due to the sudden onset of RAD, (rampant apathy disorder), Bob won’t be giving a fuck anytime soon.
Be my friend on Twitter and I’ll fill your screen with tourrettes. @Swear_e_bob
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