Mrs. Brown and her boys are about as funny as twatting your elbow whilst escaping from the wreckage of your car after the horrific crash which killed your family.
I don’t care if they evade or avoid tax to be honest, I’m more livid about them being voted Britain’s best comedy. What the fuck happened there? Was there not a Brexit vote that day?
I’d sooner watch new Red Dwarf on Dave back to back for the rest of eternity than glance that collapsing prick in a dress for thirty seconds.
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.
I’ve seen funnier fits for fuck sake. I’ve had more pleasant surgery in a half hour period. It’s fucking shit. It makes 2 Pints of Lager and a Packet of Crisps look like Monty Python.
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