Her indoors has a cold so asked me to pick up bits from the supermarket,I was astounded at the number of cunts that can't even wait to get to their cars let alone home before sticking their hoover bag shaped arms into their trolleys.Pies,crisps and cakes were the items of choice and in some cases all three.These are the cunts that go home and cry when looking in the mirror and claiming to have the misfortune of 'fat genes'.
No lard arse,fat jeans to accommodate your fat cunting thighs,either that or "I'm just big boned".No,its big bones covered in meat and gravy you obese fuckstick.
Ocado deliveries for me next time.
fuck off