I have gone from a state of elation this morning
to being just about ready to kill the next fucker who looks at me funny.

This is mainly due to me being a massive headwrong who hasn't slept in a week, but also has a lot to do with the miserable old cunt in the post office who objected because I 'held up the queue' and mr b3th wouldn't let me have a stand up row with the bloke in the middle of the shop.

Then the supermarket was full of doddering twats who kept getting in my way, and now I'm about ready to kick someone.

Any takers?
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Fri 30 Nov 2012, 16:54, 2 replies, latest was 12 years ago)

LET'S FIGHT!

( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 16:56, Reply)

Will you tell me I'm a very naughty boy who must be punished?
And can I be smeared with jam? Not raspberry, the pips get everywhere.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 16:58, Reply)

you'll be in your bunk?

( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 17:11, Reply)