Gaunt - Part 59: From Cradle to (Wals) Grave

[Holden Mcgroyne]

Fat cunt nearly topples over after 2 squats

[The Ghost of Alex Higgins]

Just a big cov boy made homeless

[Vespa]

I wonder when he was in hospital he moaned about the sugar on the menu.

[shivah]

I wonder when he was in hospital he moaned about the sugar on the menu.

he probably emailed Olive/one of the lovely doortah/step doortah with a series of demands for each meal. All ending in a Cadbury's Creme Egg. Easter egg.

That wasn't saline in his drip. It was White Lightning.

[shivah]

The only thing he's squatting in now is his fucking house, the fat cunt

Not his house. His mother in laws.

[SteveH]

Cunto

[birdie]

Anyone recall the the hospital menu he posted up a few years ago, supplied to him buy one of his Simpleastwat followers. He lambasted it and complained about how unhealthy it was. What the fat dope didn't realise was that hospital food isn't just thought up by a greasy spoon wallah, it is, on the whole balanced to give the amount of fat, carbohydrate and protein which someone lying in a bed for the main part needs.
Given that the average spend per day per patient is £8.77 they do the best they can and I don't think anyone goes home having lost weight.

As to whether he complained about too much sugar on the menu, that wouldn't be a problem for him as, being a diabetic, he would have been given the appropriate diet for his condition, and I'll bet it didn't include plates full of bacon, slabs of butter or carton of double cream for him to swig out of, not to mention best steak from Audrey Fallon.

[shivah]

Cunto

He said he was the greatest broadcaster in Britain.

On Cunto.org, he IS the greatest cunt in Britain.

[TerryTibbs]

Cunto

Possibly the best ever page on the internet Archived forever

https://web.archive.org/web/20230928020950/http://cunto.org/2018/10/14/jon-gaunt/

Some of the posts are pure gold.

[HalfwitHerbie]

Those Cunto posts are works of genius.

And Gaunt will have read every one, made his millionth “legal tea” threat and got a little stiffy when the page was shut down. Hilarious then that for all his inevitable threats and bluster the page is still up for all to read.

Oh Jongle, the laughs you have given us. The bragging, the hubris, the turning left, the Jagwaars, the “byewtiful dortahs”, the “trans-Atlantic radio station” the “other nodes” the diet to fix “dire beetis”, Tommy Robinson on speed dial, Route 66 interviews with chambermaids, the squats, the butter, the double cream.

And now look at you. Squatting in the mother in law’s spare room. The butt of every joke. The punchline to the grrrrrrreatest gag in radio, and a warning never to get too big for your boots, or shit on the little people on the way up. Otherwise you end up like Jon Gaunt: Penniless. Homeless. Useless.

[Holden Mcgroyne]

The invitation to the Trump inaugural ball (ended up with a single picture of him miles away from the front)

Trying to bluff a freebie for Graceland and being fucked off

Sitting in his room, trying to look the big man with his threat to Pete,

Interviewing the waitress and cigar dave

and taking money for the book that never appeared.

[SteveH]

If you've got kids (even if their biological dad is the piano teacher), give 'em a kick, give 'em a smack, and hey hey hey, don't forget to tell 'em you are a cunt! See ya

[birdie]

Dear Jihn certainly has a nasty side to him, it's worth remembering that he thought it OK to phone someone on Christmas Day to have a go at him only to get the chap's mother as the bloke he wanted to give a tongue lashing to wasn't at home, the mother got the bile about what a horrible person her son was.
But mention anything about his wife or kids and he goes ballistic.

[Sid Pervcat]

Those Cunto posts are works of genius.

And Gaunt will have read every one, made his millionth “legal tea” threat and got a little stiffy when the page was shut down. Hilarious then that for all his inevitable threats and bluster the page is still up for all to read.

Oh Jongle, the laughs you have given us. The bragging, the hubris, the turning left, the Jagwaars, the “byewtiful dortahs”, the “trans-Atlantic radio station” the “other nodes” the diet to fix “dire beetis”, Tommy Robinson on speed dial, Route 66 interviews with chambermaids, the squats, the butter, the double cream.

And now look at you. Squatting in the mother in law’s spare room. The butt of every joke. The punchline to the grrrrrrreatest gag in radio, and a warning never to get too big for your boots, or shit on the little people on the way up. Otherwise you end up like Jon Gaunt: Penniless. Homeless. Useless.

A fitting epitaph.


The fat cunt.

[Jonathan Grunt]

Those Cunto posts are works of genius.

And Gaunt will have read every one, made his millionth “legal tea” threat and got a little stiffy when the page was shut down. Hilarious then that for all his inevitable threats and bluster the page is still up for all to read.

Oh Jongle, the laughs you have given us. The bragging, the hubris, the turning left, the Jagwaars, the “byewtiful dortahs”, the “trans-Atlantic radio station” the “other nodes” the diet to fix “dire beetis”, Tommy Robinson on speed dial, Route 66 interviews with chambermaids, the squats, the butter, the double cream.

And now look at you. Squatting in the mother in law’s spare room. The butt of every joke. The punchline to the grrrrrrreatest gag in radio, and a warning never to get too big for your boots, or shit on the little people on the way up. Otherwise you end up like Jon Gaunt: Penniless. Homeless. Useless.

Best of all, many of us foretold exactly what would happen