In the COOP a young couple were hovering over the dairy section arguing. She was pointing at the Mini-Baby Bell - he snapped at her, "NO, Proper cheese" and grabbed some cheese straws". A first I thought he was deformed - he was wearing shorts and one leg was massively swollen - then I realised that he had a brand new tattoo of a Hokusai type Japanese woodblock design, looked like a Koi Carp, all around his shin - and it was septic. He didn't seem fussed and was wearing his infection like a badge of honour. Cunt.
Alfie Greyhound broke into my bedroom and slept on the bed - I told him off so he got his revenge by digging up all the Mange Tout seedlings - little cunt.
One of my old neighbours sent me a photo of my old house - they have ripped off the pine Victorian front door with stained glass panels and replaced it with a flat, modern, single panel door - painted blue - with a plastic letterbox and a big plastic '99' stuck on - and a nasty faux brass fancy door handle. Cunts.
I had 4 interviews today, only one turned up. Cunts.
This post was sponsored by the word 'cunt'.
1 comment:
The worst thing about the good weather has been the display of crappy little tattoos (and even crappier big ones) on women's backs.
Post a Comment