Weston-super-Mare
'"Cunt"cil' is how I always refer to our town "cunt"cil on my blog. I have managed to compare them to the Luftwaffe and drugged up hippies in my local paper (sadly they didn't use my last sentence in a reply to one of our "cunts"cillors who was moaning that "Only sad cases write into newspapers", the phrase was "This man is about as welcome as dysentry in a rowing boat" (oh and the little fucker, who used to be my Geography teacher at school years ago, then got unelected and now sends lots of letters in to the paper... well done you fucking spacktard).

And whooo....

Weston is a crap hole compared to the past. It is now full of druggies because our "cunt"cil lets every other rehab centre that wants to open, open. Then the various nicking scousers, braindead geordies and tosspot cockneys wander in, get kicked out of rehab and start turning the place into Moss Side.

We used to have a great fun pool on the sea front... until they cancelled the contract and sold it to developers... and so for the past 12 years we have had a derelict building and that is it. A local blokey even offered to build the pool himself but now they have some God awful grand scheme and it will never EVER get done (click THIS link for a good example of a shit "cunts"cil).

And all the good hotels and leisure areas are being sold off to some fat business cunts who want to make their wallets fatter and their rent boys more sore.

One day... one day I shall be on the council.

And I shall rape them all, men and women, using the deeds to the town hall. CUNNNNNNNTS.

*anddddd breathe*
(elfinpunk Touching Cloth Since, Tue 31 Jul 2007, 17:15, Reply)