The poor bloke has only just been born and now the supermarkets already seem to be celebrating his death. Popped into the local Morrisons to get a beef joint for lunch and there were shelves filled with fucking Easter eggs! For Christ's sake, it's another 14 weeks until Easter, you twats.
Saddest thing is that I always used to get my kids their Easter eggs from Woolworths.
Guess that won't be happening this year then.
Thanks for that Gordoom.
Oh and by the way Mr Brownfinger, how do you eat yours?
I heard that you like sticking your big fat finger right into the chocolate.
Twat!
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Speaking Of Baby Jesus...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5A0-u85aAYg
"Dad, you made that Grace your bitch"
What a line. It's a classic.
I think that scene sums up what the rest of the world must think about Americans. Have you been here? There are sections of the South where that isn't far from the truth.
Of course, I'm still wondering why you all don't look like Colin Firth.
Because Colin would prefer to look like me.
If that's true, then I guess that hooker accidentally fell on Hugh's banger as well. Fibbing twat.
Ha Ha, what an excellent retort!
I have now extinguished my pants.
How refreshing to see someone from 'over the pond' that has such a keen sense of humour.
You will always be welcome here.
Why thank you, Professor Higgins. Please feel free to visit my blog too. I'm a younger,less successful twat and need readers, critics, and wine recommendations.
Oh...and throw a literary agent in there too. Hell, maybe an introduction to Colin? All you twats know each other, right?
Okay, I'm not a stalker or anything, but how do you have this much time in a day? Are you retired? Are you photoshopping like a mother fucker? I work full time. I don't have time. I get Mondays to have a cocktail and watch Oprah. That's it.
Being an unwilling citizen of Nulabore and the Nanny State I have a lot to be Grumpy about.
Therefore I make the time.
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