My dad is waaay betterAnd it helps he's bald, has got a beard, and wears glasses. We went to the Tate to see Damian hirst's stuff, and thought it was wank. My dad started talking about how a fire extinguisher in the corner was "Clearly a statement of masculinity, thrusting into the air in a vile parody of rape, pushing Mother Earth further from it's peak ..." blah blah, and by the time he'd run out of steam about 8 people had gathered around him hahahahaha
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Wed 26 Nov 2008, 16:29,
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