Translated:
I have purchased some ghastly elasticated jeans and labled "tees". Later I will be providing a gob job to a Mexican chap before sending him to the "jolly Gardner" for a 9 hour gang bang.

This evening I shall be trying to forget my pathetic life while living out the awful fantasys of other working class people desperate to escape their lives of grinding poverty and boredom with a "record contract". Imbibing alcohol will help numb the pain of my existence.

Everybody hates me, even celebrities who sometimes have to pretend otherwise.
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Sat 27 Sep 2014, 16:11, 1 reply, 10 years ago)

I'm really proud of Jaysums escape from a council estate in a North East grot hole, no job, prospects or hair.
He's really made something of himself, a modern day Dick Whittington if you will. They both have cats! This parable works better if you substitute Dicks rise to great mercantile riches and Lord Mayor of London with Jaysums retarded effort in a call centre and suck jobs to blokes half his age down Platt Fields Park.
(Mr Udagawa, Sat 27 Sep 2014, 16:34, Reply)