New Age Cool/Gap Year Twats
Over the last few years I have become a little more angrier with certain types of people but I have tried to rectify this problem by being less judgemental and playing the ignorance card. But recently a unique and special breed of ultra cunt has impregnated themselves into are great society with an ease that frustrates me.

What I like to call 'new age cool', defines someone who thinks that they are so uber cunting cool that they think being different and bit 'mad' is a way of life, while also the way they talk would make the Dali llama take a pick axe to there heads. The men are floppy haired, baggy trousered, bona fide fairies with panache for sausage through the back door (crafty butchers). The women all seem to be cloned from the same inbred gene pool to. Same fucking hair, same shitting clothes, same twatting interests, same completely bollocks and very unfunny humour (ironic humour is an art form that you cunts have no ability to pull off) and last but not least same arse knobbing taste in shite music. I bet you tried to get on that shite channel four programme 'shipwrecked' too. Every time I see this programme I pray for a tsunami of biblical proportions. I'll just keep praying that the lord god almighty dishes out his holy wrath on you with one swift judgement and then maybe we can all evolve peacefully without some twats trying to put themselves on a higher social plain.

Just in case god doesn't catch up with you first, will the following people please join hands in a mass suicide pact by throwing yourselves off beachy head:

Men: floppy haired Gap year twats at skiing resorts in the Swiss Alps offering free snowboarding lessons for hot cock action. You then come back to Blighty harping on about how cultured you are. But you forget to mention that daddy paid for your whole trip round the world and the mere suggestion that you understand the poverty and economic situation in Burma instantly makes you a middle class ponce with so much hypocrisy in your veins that you make Stalin look like a misunderstood philanthropist.

Women: Toni and gay shit hair women who either wear polka dot dresses (you look like a shit 1950's ropey old washer women, it's not fucking ironic either it's just plain shit!) or black skinny jeans with a ramones T-shirt(ever heard any of there music?...thought not). Your unjustified love for the mighty boosh is not because it's funny but because you want to fit in with the rest of your polka dot sheep when you sit around in some wank uber trendy bar talking abount Noel Fieldings hair. Oh and the constant quoting of the mighty boosh does not put you in the realms of stand up comedy genius, you look like a pranny. And you know where you can shove your new rave music!

Oh that felt good. your mum said the same about my length
(CaptainCuntyBollocks the man who can with a frying pan full of lamb, Wed 7 May 2008, 15:25, 1 reply)

me too
There was this twat who I used to work with doing seasonal work. Rich cunt who thought he was a god because he'd been in South America doing a Duke of Edinburgh soggy buscuit party or something. Foppish hair, beard and everything. TOTAL CUNT.
(Mr.Dog was in love again on, Wed 7 May 2008, 21:49, closed)