Instant cunt identifiers

[Guest Pistonbroke]

I witnessed something similar today. Some fat ugly wench was calling out to Kevin the park, her fucking dog. Who the fuck calls their dog Kevin? Stoopid bitch. 

[Rick Sanchez C-137]

Hahahahahaha. Kevin. Ffs.

[Jairzinho]

Anyone with a Wenger rucksack.

 

A fucking what?

[setreal]

[Jairzinho]

Oh.

[Guest Pistonbroke]

That sports sack is cringe worthy. However, my old man bought me a pair of black shoes in the early 70's, with red soles which had an imprint of Kevin Keegan's mush and flowing curly locks. 

[setreal]

I believe he was talking about the brand Wenger though.

[cloggypop]

There was a couple over here that called their kid Mea Culpa after the weed it was conceived on. It's hard to think of a worse name for a kid. They had no idea what it meant and hadn't bothered checking first.

[Carvalho Diablo]

Fella at my nephew's school has called his son Leonidas.

Hail Batiatus !

[easytoslip]

Hail Batiatus !

I Claudius.

[Section_31]

Oh.

 

These things, think they're designed for carrying laptops in but all the bellend middle managers use them where once they used to have man bags, think they're supposed to make you look like you're a busy, in-demand jet setting motherfucker. Even if you run a Carphone Warehouse shop and only have your sandwiches in it.  

 

[Bjornebye]

Fella at my nephew's school has called his son Leonidas.

Unacceptable the cunt.

[SammyAftershave]

Why not just call him '2 girls, 1 cup' and put him out for adoption?

[SammyAftershave]

Or just 'Mengele'.

[Harry Squatter]

Went to a bar called HUS in Tithebarn Street last week. It's one of these new bars that would be really good if it wasn't uber expensive and full of massive preening twats.

 

Had a pint of Peroni which cost just over a fiver. Only went in because it's got a rooftop bar with a decent view but was told it was only open Wednesday to Saturday.

 

There were two lads in there just sitting down nursing their pints but using it as a place to plug in their laptops and carry on "working". Neither of them spoke to each other unless it was work related, their bags were sprawled over the two sofas they were occupying so no one else could disturb them because they are obviously very important. They also asked the barman for a receipt for the two packets of crisps they ate but had a face on when he said that he'd already put it through the till an hour ago. Think me and my mates drank 3 pints each before moving on while they hadn't even got halfway through theirs.

 

as Section says, it seems that anyone who has a bog standard office job or has some form of management role thinks they are some high flying exec who hasn't got enough hours in the day.

[AngryOfTuebrook]

"I like the finer things in life"

 

 

(i.e. I routinely squander what would be someone else's monthly wage on some overpriced, useless tat.)

[AngryOfTuebrook]

Check out the landlords on BBC "The Week the Landlords Moved In"

[Mook]

Kevin is a sound name for a dog.

[Arl arse]

Check out the landlords on BBC "The Week the Landlords Moved In"

One of them seems decent, the guy with his Girlfriend is a massive cunt.

[Grinch]

Swimming with work this afternoon and some middle class soap dodging fucking hippy had called two of her kids Sobriety and Hope.

 

I mean, what the actual fuck.

Going to regret that when he relapses

[lifetime fan]

Kevin is a sound name for a dog.

A mate of my dads had a lab called Dave.

[lifetime fan]

Going to regret that when he relapses

Was a woman, had long ginger dreds.

[AngryOfTuebrook]

One of them seems decent, the guy with his Girlfriend is a massive cunt.

By the end of it, I think there may be hope for the younger fella (who will probably end up having big arguments with his dad).

[Arl arse]

By the end of it, I think there may be hope for the younger fella (who will probably end up having big arguments with his dad).

Yeah, that's the fella who seemed decent. He seemed to actually care about his tenant, think his Arl fella would have rather turfed her out on to the streets and got more rent per month.

[Guest Pistonbroke]

Those blokes who walk past in full racing leathers, gloves and Helmet to match, then jump on a fucking scooter.