Everything. Simply everything is just grand.
Seriously, I'm not heartbroken or anything right now. Why would I be? It's not like anything bad just fucking happened, is it?
Why would it? It's not like I left myself wide open to be fucked over by anybody once more. And it definitely wasn't the person I least expected to do it.
Fucking bitch. Fuck her. I'd say I'm better than that. But I'm not. She's basically perfection. I'm lucky to have even had the very brief chance.
Fuck. Actual fuck.
Friday, 12 March 2010
Fuck this
Fuck that. Fuck everything.
And fuck you.
This isn't even a fucking joke any more. Just fuck it.
And fuck you.
This isn't even a fucking joke any more. Just fuck it.
Lucozade Alert
Drink it. Or else you'll flip your car avoiding deer crossing the road.
And then you'll die.
Or, you won't. Because that shit doesn't fucking happen and if it does, Lucozade is the least of your fucking worries.
Who the fuck comes up with this shit?
And then you'll die.
Or, you won't. Because that shit doesn't fucking happen and if it does, Lucozade is the least of your fucking worries.
Who the fuck comes up with this shit?
Bold Advert
Does no one else have a clear issue with the false advertising this ad portrays?
These days, should anyone hug and sniff a child, I can't help but feel they'd be lynched. Then shot. Then lynched again. Then set on fire. Before finally being lynched again. Because that is the sort of society we live in. Ignore the fact that I imagine most people that aren't paedophiles aren't actually paedophiles or going to harm your kids in any way, shape or form.
But fuck it, right? Your kids are safe. Michael Jackson died.
Notice how more willing we are to forgive people the more famous and talented they turn out. So, Mr. Glitter, may I suggest you write some better fucking songs with all the free time you now have? You might just get away with it this time.
Oh, and another thought. If you MUST touch kids. Which you musn't, you fucking prick. But if you must, might I suggest you don't go to one of the few fucking countries that has the fucking DEATH PENALTY.
Or, alternatively, stop fucking touching kids! I really can't stress that point enough.
These days, should anyone hug and sniff a child, I can't help but feel they'd be lynched. Then shot. Then lynched again. Then set on fire. Before finally being lynched again. Because that is the sort of society we live in. Ignore the fact that I imagine most people that aren't paedophiles aren't actually paedophiles or going to harm your kids in any way, shape or form.
But fuck it, right? Your kids are safe. Michael Jackson died.
Notice how more willing we are to forgive people the more famous and talented they turn out. So, Mr. Glitter, may I suggest you write some better fucking songs with all the free time you now have? You might just get away with it this time.
Oh, and another thought. If you MUST touch kids. Which you musn't, you fucking prick. But if you must, might I suggest you don't go to one of the few fucking countries that has the fucking DEATH PENALTY.
Or, alternatively, stop fucking touching kids! I really can't stress that point enough.
Thursday, 11 March 2010
Fuck Natwest
Not for any banking practices. Not for any foul play. For that fucking advert.
"Can anyone tell me what a standing order is?"
"Is it money that comes into your account?"
"You're nearly right."
No. Fuck you. You're the exact fucking opposite of right, in fact.
And if you, you pigged faced dozy fucking mare, don't know the difference, you need to get the fuck out of banking.
Twat.
"Can anyone tell me what a standing order is?"
"Is it money that comes into your account?"
"You're nearly right."
No. Fuck you. You're the exact fucking opposite of right, in fact.
And if you, you pigged faced dozy fucking mare, don't know the difference, you need to get the fuck out of banking.
Twat.
New to Living
"Jade: A Year Without Her"
Firstly. Showing it on Living? Is that not just beautifully fucking ironic?
Secondly, fuck you Living. Stop with the exploitative bullshit because these people don't know how to say know when you offer them a large sack of money. You know what you're doing. So fucking stop it.
Firstly. Showing it on Living? Is that not just beautifully fucking ironic?
Secondly, fuck you Living. Stop with the exploitative bullshit because these people don't know how to say know when you offer them a large sack of money. You know what you're doing. So fucking stop it.
It should be called A Year Without Hair.
Because she was bald.
Because of the cancer.
Gutted.
Because she was bald.
Because of the cancer.
Gutted.
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