Bang a few log huts up, play some shit generic festive saxophone music and boom! You can charge a fiver a shot for some hot wine, or 4 quid for fucking a macaroon and cunts will flock in their droves, standing there in the biting cold, skint, squashed by hoardes of other cunts all saying how fucking lovely it is.
I’d even take Miranda perpetually falling over in a poorly edited loop until the end of days than hear that open throated cackle, or witness that over practised fucking glasses twitch ever again.
When did we allow our children to be bullied online? When we were bullied the bully was fucking there, in front of us! For Christ’s sake teach your kids to leave the virtual room, close the lid on the laptop or even close down the social media account. Boom. Problem solved.
We know that if Keith, a self employed plumber fills he his tax return in wrong and misses £300 he owes that he’s a tax evading cunt and will probably rightly go to prison. A celebrity however can squirrel away millions of pounds in perfectly legal tax avoidance schemes and will probably be treated to lunch by someone from fucking HMRC
They’re as expected as a knitted jumper for Christmas off your nan, or a massive fucking gas bill in January, and to be honest it’s a fucking chore talking about it.
Listen you backwards Trump rimming Farage sucking cunt sacks, I’m going to explain a few things…
What’s a little love custard splat in an environment where getting twatted and chatting shit for four hours to block a debate is considered the norm?
The tiny handed perma tanned shit gibbon hadn’t verbally shat out a half baked, ill conceived, and poorly articulated observation for 10 minutes! Had Kim Jong Un attacked? Even worse, was Twitter down?
Leave it to the imagination for Christ’s sake. Actually telling the joke to illustrate how bad it is, is like beheading a reporter to let everyone know you disapprove of fucking ISIS.
It’s difficult to have an opinion on this with less context than a snide copy of Memento poorly dubbed in Korean with Japanese subtitles, but I’d like to think it was a poorly executed attempt at humour.