Dear Daily Cunt. Please send your workies on a grammar course. Thanks for everything*, Julie Newmar.

Tut-tut.

So diddly-dee, the Daily Mail has gone all Eats, Shoots and Leaves on our ass. Only not on our asses, ’cause that would mean they had a sex life of sorts and sex = fun and fun is a big no-no for the Daily Hate. We digress.

Lynne Truss – who isn’t afraid of grammar – would have a field day with this little headline courtesy of the retarded pot of talent known as the Daily Mail features team. Now really, call us pedants, but that is one helluva clunky mcdunky sentence with not one but two possible¬†interpretations. Just who’s dead in this (rather juicy) set up? The lover, or the lover’s father? Wouldn’t it have been easier to have said, RAF veteran killed lover’s Jehovah’s Witness father in revenge for banning ‘forbidden affair’? Sure, you wouldn’t have got the gun element in but you’ve got to leave the punter gagging for more, as they say. They also say one gay in the hand is worth two in the bush. We’ll be the judge of that.

On another related note, the miscreant at the centre of today’s tale of woe not only has an unfortunate name, but unfortunate male pattern baldness.

*Naturally that was merely to get the dolly reference correct. Because of course there is nothing – we repeat, fuckin’ nowt – to thank the Daily Mail for. Except a whole load of misery and chunky shoes.

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One comment to “Dear Daily Cunt. Please send your workies on a grammar course. Thanks for everything*, Julie Newmar.”

  1. No really, what IS with Jonathan Cock’s *snigger* hair? And really, what IS with the Daily Cunt’s subbing?

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