"Work is the scourge of the drinking classes"
So it’s Friday and, I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling a bit mingy after last night. I was excited that it was nearly the weekend and got pissed by mistake.
My girlfriend, and most of our little crew, seem to have been drinking more than usual this week (I'm on Doctors orders to cut down, due to my Liver currently being the size of The Isle of White. What does he know!)
Oh yeah, I’ve got an appetite for destruction today!, and feeling every bit a rebel. And as sick as a pike! Today’s post is in honour of all things a slightly “wrong” – do not click on any of these links!
- When I'm a bit peckish, I eat my own scabs, how about you?
- Not funny, not ironic, just fucking awful; seriously, do not look here if you're feeling slightly weepy.
- Ever wake up in the middle of the night and think "y'know, I'm just not happy with the foreskin I've currently got..." well, worry no more....
- If you haven't seen Napoleon Dynamite, Don't Worry... Neither has this little prick...
that is all....
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"You've Gotta be in it to win it, Innit?"
Any hooo... moving on 6 or 7 years later, and isn't Big Brother just so much more sophisticated, eh?...
This is not some blatant flag waving psycho Circus, this is serious, relevant, referential television. This is the truth we're living right now.... Oh. My. Christ.
In medical terms…. research, advancement & cure are common watch words – And, in the sciences, new developments occur on a daily basis; Y'know the kind of thing, can we grow a human ear on the back of a mouse, fuck yeah!, can we, for example, make sheep's out of some old bit of spunk and a dish cloth?, check.... but wait .... can we make a bionic arm/leg/face/lung? and attach it to someone who really, let's face it, doesn't fucking deserve to experience such medical advancement because they're a bit thick....? check, check, and I think, now let me see, yep!, check again....
Next thing y'know they'll be growing us, like Mushrooms, in Larders and cupboards under the stairs.....
And if they do - y'know what they’ll be growing?... Will it surprise you if I say I have a theory?
Hideous little hybrids like the awful oxygen thief Charley from this year’s Big Brother –
Jesus Fucking Christ.
This c-list-star-fucking-under-achieving-attention-seeking-half-wit should not have been given a tongue. The experiment went wrong…
And now, we have to suffer the incredulous megalomaniacal little goblets of turd that fall forth from her stupid mouth.
Jade was the mark 1 version of a mushroom…. I’m so sorry for the things I’ve said in the past Jade. All is forgiven.
We’ve all asked for this. It’s our fault. We’ve created a monster made under the stairs by some 13 year boy in a crazed first chemical experiment.
And now, many will walk among us in her form, looking normal, but speaking absolute complete and utter incomprehensible sick from their stupid hybrid little mouth holes.
And there no escape, because now we have “Baby Ballroom” - yep, that’s right… can you feel the bile…. They’re breeding creepy little shits that look like humans but in dance outfits …..
You only have yourselves to blame…
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Telly's Brilliant, Innit?
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