Creepiest Christmas Underwear Advert

Looks like Christmas isn't the only thing that's just around the corner. What the fuck is Father O'Leary doing, hiding behind the door, in this Brazilian underwear advert?

Whatever it is ... it's surely going to end in tears.

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Thank Fuck It's Friday [Part 15]

Another 5 days of fury over and done and the weekend starts here! Mind you the fucking clocks got back this week .... what the fuck's that all about then ... apart making everyone drive home in the bastard dark, I just can't see the fucking point. Twats!

Meanwhile, I've a few things that might help banish the Friday night frown this week. Let's kick off with a video for all you white van drivers out there.
Altogether now ... "right in the middle of the fucking road ..."

Free copy of The Sun goes to Ampers for spotting that one ;-)

Then we have this year's 'must have' christmas* toy, spotted by Captain Ranty in the Tripoli branch of Toys aRse, on a shelf next to the Gordon Brown punchbag and the Taliban blow up doll ....

click image to enlarge

And finally,  for those of you who have important things to do outside over the next couple of days, with thanks to Microdave, we can now bring you the finer details of this weekend's weather forecast.

click to *ahem* enlarge even more ;-)

Whoa!! ..... fuck me!!
Who gives a fuck about the weekend weather forecast anymore ......

*Yes that's 'christmas', you righteous fuckwits. Not 'winterval' or 'yule festival' or whatever the fuck else you 'don't offend islam', minority loving mongs want us to call it this fucking year! Fuck off!

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Shitty Fucking Christmas . . .

. . . to all the corrupt, troughing bastards of the 646 who think it's their God given right to continually fleece the fuck out of us . . .

BUT to all the people, over the last twelve months, who have read my offensive nonsense, followed my offensive nonsense, commented on my offensive nonsense and have generally given me their valued support for all my offensive nonsense activities . . . . .

. . . . I genuinely offer my grateful thanks and I hope that you, and your family, have the best Christmas that you can possibly have and I send you all my best wishes, for whatever your dreams may be, for 2010.

Cheers!

Grumpy Old Twat Doesn't Do . . .

. . . Christmas wrapping paper (celebrity or otherwise) but if he did . . .

Hide the decline by Phil Jones

Troughligate by The 646

Not until the bitter end by New Labour

X Factor fucktards by Jedward

Has she got a willy? by Lady Gaga

Global reputation by Gordon Brown

Grumpy Old Twat christmas wrapping paper . . .

. . . probably the best tasteless christmas wrapping paper in the world ;-)

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Tesco Withdraw Offensive Christmas Card

Santa loves all kids even ginger ones

The Spirit of Christmas

It just isn't the same anymore.

The only spirit of the season that remains

is a nice single malt from Islay.

Apart from the fact that it's

"all about the money"

Christmas, Xmas, Winter Festival

or whatever else the fuck it's called these days,

is yet another sad victim of the

'politically correct' minefield.

You can't send cards depicting Christ,

you can't perform the nativity in school

and whatever you do

don't sing a fucking carol,

just in case you offend someone

with other religious beliefs.

So I shall just be getting pissed

on single malt and red wine

during the newly named festive period of

Grumpy Old Twat Mas