Month: November 2017

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.

We’re all crapping ourselves like Tories in a dossier that the world is going to end quicker than a UKIP leaders career, and the solution was staring us in the face all along, historical sexual abuse!

“And whilst we’re on the subject fucking bacon is not Muslim kryptonite.”

#MeToo has been trending for weeks now, and it’s been massively eye opening, but as a man I refuse to apologise for any of it.