nocti

Not that I hate London or anything, but I always feel an unnerving sense of dread whenever I'm there outside of work time. Not a "fear" type of dread, I could fight its bearded skinny-jeaned population off with a bar of soap after all, I mean that type of existential dread, when you realise the species you belong to is clearly fucked.

Shortarsed fucking granny pleaser does my tits in too. His alleged "legacy" is only kept alive by the even less funny lamb-botherer Rob Brydon doing shit impressions of him on whatever shit-tier panel show he hosts at the time.

They all taste the fucking same no matter which one you get. That being said though, i find myself somewhat addicted to them.

There's a woman i work with who has a cigarette break on average every 20 minutes or so, then gets all fucking menstrual when the boss allows me to leave 15 minutes early so i can get to the bank before it closes. Wretched old trollop.

Nothing's wrong, i'm absolutely fine ....................... Everything's wrong and it's all your fucking fault.

Agh, for fucks sake.

Just watched a couple of this cunts' videos on youtube. The guy's a few tugs short of a bloody good wank.

Where the fuck is Sporty Spice?