I’m from pretty much bang centre of the UK and we called it Postman’s Knock.
Do you want to know why? Well I’ve no fucking idea. My brother called it that so I called it that.
I’m from pretty much bang centre of the UK and we called it Postman’s Knock.
Do you want to know why? Well I’ve no fucking idea. My brother called it that so I called it that.
Well I am a bit busy but I could be convinced…for a lukewarm Ikea hotdog.
No hotdog, no deal.


Oh come, be fair…it was not just kids. Donarhea Drumpf also raped women.
“demonstrably better”
Well go on then, I would like you to demonstrate to me how it is better.


“Awww, I’ve got all these pictures already! Release the chinless wonder but tell him that we are going to need fresh pictures quick sharp!!”
“Ok, gramps, thanks for -probably- not shitting yourself doing all that exercise of waking from there to …there, aaand picking up then passing me that trophy. Now it’s time for you to fuck off.”
I enjoyed this but it’s still a 7/10 from me.
I mean, there was no mention of a family member being an expert in something.
No calling people “folks”.
No mention of Sleepy Joe Biden.
No accusations about how the election was rigged.
No serious tangents being taken.
No mention of being the most disrespected but best president ever. EVER.
No spelling mistakes or wrong words used.
And why oh why was there no one dropping to their knees and begging for help?
Ok, yes, there were tears, but no begging? No big burly men dropping to their knees? Oh, come on!!!
7/10. Next time try harder to make it more unbelievable for it to be believable!!
Average or large hands would look small when put next to that huge lump of wobbling gonorrhoea.
And it really doesn’t help that those hands are smaller than average.


“Wahhhhh, NetanYahoo made us do it. Wahhhhh!
Wow, look at the curves on that couch. Hubba Hubba.”


Obese child rapist “I’ll call Infantino…Mmmmmm, infantino, mmmm yum. I like infants, mmmmmmm. I really ‘like’ infants!!”
{The fat blob starts sweating profusely thinking about young children, shits itself excitedly}


I don’t mind being seen as gauche.
The problem is I live thousands of miles away and have no guns.
Plus it isn’t just Murdoch. Shooting him is a good start, yes. But just about every large corporation CEO, and very billionaire etc, and most world leaders, and most politicians also need to be ‘taken out’ for anything to really start changing.
(Which I’m fine with btw. Shoot away, Luigi)


Why stop them? That seems a bit unfair to the rest of the world! Selfish bastards.


Which won’t be long, hopefully.
Come on, Death, do your fucking job!!
(Though an excruciatingly painful and debilitating illness is much preferred. I’d wish a long life to the Donvict if that happens)


Hey, HEY. They bombed a school and killed, what, 173(?) schoolchildren.
I bet they are quite happy with that achievement!!!


A total Thomas Tanker?
Me: repairing the roof before it pisses it down, but despairing at things not going my way.
The wife: “You’re tired. Leave it until tomorrow.”
Me trying not to be sarcastic or angry: “It’s goingggg to pisssss it down. It needs to be fixed today.”
Wife: “Yeah, you are tired”
Me internally: BOOM
I know when I am tired. 98 times out of a 100 I’m the one who calls it quits when I’ve had enough.
Continually stating the obvious when I’m pissed off AND tired doesn’t make the things that need to be finished magically go better. It just pisses me off even more.
Three sea shells? They seem difficult to understand…
I have a bitchen. It’s a bathroom kitchen toilet combo.
The bed comes down from the roof on a pulley system so, yep, I’m quite posh.


BIDE
Bide what? My time? What am I biding? TELL ME!!
It only just registered in the imbecile paedophiles, ahem, ‘brain’.