It's arrived. I've got it.
And doesn't everyone fucking know it.
Especially Pigsy.
Been feeling rough as fuck the last couple of days and have now decided that I have the 'Man Cold'. Serious shit this. I've gone into mega fucking grumpy, old miserable fucking twat mode.
Moaning like it's going out of fucking fashion, I am.
Pigsy keeps saying "Get over it, you miserable old twat, it's only a fucking cold!"
Only a fucking cold!
Fuck off. This is serious, I'm dying
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http://www.youtube.com
/watch?v=0KeKeylrO
If you're strong enough to copy and paste. Can I just embed here?
Maybe you need some fairy medicine. Isn't there some British thing about sucking on a Hobbit to feel better? If box office sales are any indications, those are pretty powerful little fuckers. Couldn't hurt.
Fairy?
Me dear, gay dear, no dear!
BTW, can't get that link to work?
Frickin' link. It was Dennis Leary talking about Nyquil. Not fairy as in "It's Raining Men." Wings and shit. You must be one stressed individual talking about politics all the time. I wish I had the attention span. It's like algebra to me. I zone out. Our new brown sugar president has my attention though. I'd pass his bill any day.
S-T-R-E-S-S-E-D.
Time for a lot of wine and little whine, methinks.
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