As you already know, our local pub is suffering from a serious infestation of the Common or Garden Cunt (Mingicus Sativus Hortense). There is one further example that I omitted to tell you about the other day, so I will redress the omission now.
Cunt the Fourth (magnitude 2): Here's an interesting cunt. In his natural habitat he is often to be found pogo-sticking down the motorway, or generally annoying people with his tractor in the supermarket. In the pub he is just annoying. He speaks fluently every language ever spoken by man, and has visited all known countries. Topics for light conversation include pictures of aeroplane crashes, and every single variety of bicycle made in 1923. He whitters on with tales of woe, but doesn't seem to care if his victim is listening. I believe he is just listening out for his own voice bouncing off his victim. This particular cunt managed to ensnare one of my friends last night, the cunt, but my friend managed to break free in a very short time. Where a first magnitude cunt can leave you feeling unbalanced, a second magnitude cunt leaves you feeling very annoyed.
That's enough about cunts.
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