Youth of today you soft self centered self important egotistical cunts. You are offended by a word, you top yourself over a digital bullying, you sit on you play stations all day and do fuck all, then have the nerve to say we have had it all our own way and we are so lucky we should donate you worthless snowflake cunts ten grand each to spunk on spice, Ibiza, whores and junk food.
Back in the day and I mean the 80s and 90s we had no mobile phones, we had no tinternet, we had no easy fucking life. We rode to our mates or to our jobs on cycles, we walked to school because mummy didn’t have a £85 k Range Rover to ferry our preciously fat arses to school.
when we got to work meeting rooms had ash trays and fag smoke filling your lungs. Dinner was a home made sandwich in a plastic box called Tupa wear, as maccy ds did not exist. Your boss could openly call you a fuckwit and nothing was said as it was all part of learning the ropes and made sure you didn’t fuck up. You leant quick or got fucking battered.
interst rates were at 15% and the mortgage was like paying a small countries GDP. Credit and loans were hard to get and banks looked on second incomes from your bird as fucking useless as she was going to give up work and have kids wasn’t she, bless her.
cars fell apart and you had to spend every other weekend mending some part that had fallen off and they rusted with holes in the bodywork. You don’t see that anymore.
so don’t fucking say we had it easy and that you are hard done to. Fucking hell, you don’t even have to run down to Mr Mc Nobbies grumble mag shop if you want afresh wank. You just type in porn and you get wall to wall clunge to spunk your nuts over.
grow up and get a fucking job......to you that means...leave college, bum around in a part time job, save a bit of cash, then fuck off to Ibiza for a couple of seasons fucking young dirties every night of the week. Then you expect to start in a piss easy job on at least £40k a week and live the life of a playboy slacker like all those dump cunts in the magazines. They have sold you a dream, a fucking story, but unfortunately it’s not fucking real. It’s a life of shit work for you my thick cunt.
Now go clean the toilets, empty the bins, it’s nearly 10.30 and the menu changes to burgers so it’s going to get busy. Chop chop soft cunt.