Some things in life serve only to induce rage. No matter how small these annoyances may be, they are never insignificant. 'The List' serves to document as many of these flaws of existence it can, detailing of them with the seething attitude they're just about worthy of.

Monday, 25 April 2011

64. Jan Moir

^ A picture is worth a thousand words. Specifically "Ew" x 1000.

"Hi, I'm Jan Moir. When I'm not too busy spreading homophobic bile about dead pop-stars and their deviant lifestyles, making baseless assumptions about how Kate "snared" the "damaged and difficult" prince, pushing feminism back 50 years, callously treating a topic like teen pregancy with unhelpful vitriol, stereotypes and a misguided air of superiority or half-heartedly apologising for one of these acts, I like to relax by dropping kittens in a tub of sulphuric acid. And eating lots of pies. And kicking babies. With knifey-shoes."

What a cow.
Posted by Sam K at Monday, April 25, 2011
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