Why do I develop Tourette's when in London? My cunt count is already over 100 and it's not the transport, bar service or prices. It's the people I have to encounter. Cunt on a mobile phone not looking where he is going. Cunt who decides bus queues are optional. Cunt who insists on ordering drinks one at a time in the pub. The last one being Guinness. Cunt who stops for no reason at all on the pavement. Suited cunt who loudly shouts that the company is paying for the 3 bottles of champagne he has just ordered. "Homeless" cunt begging for money who is wearing all new designer clothes. Evening Standard cunt that nearly inserts the paper up your nostril. Cycle-cabs cunts that ride down impossibly narrow side streets. With no insurance. Or tax.
Cunts with earphones who can't hear you calling them cunts.
It's a pile of cunt.
But I love it.