So expect more hate, more tyrants and plenty of fucking nukes. There’s no point in fighting it anymore. No point screaming alone at a million sieg heiling cunts. We’ve lost this one, it’s fucking over.
“We swallow anti depressants like Smarties at a child’s birthday party just to get through the fucking day, and those of us who don’t secretly smash two bottle of red every night like Keith Floyd preparing a meal just as an excuse to get twatted.”
“Unbelievably you’re still the most powerful man in the world, although I can’t see that lasting longer than a bag of ‘tiger blood’ in Charlie Sheen’s bathroom.”
“We’ve gone from being the biggest empire on the globe to an annoying fucking piss head who’s just glassed the landlord, needs to leave, wants to stay friends with everyone but won’t pay his fucking bar tab.”
“I’m trying to enjoy this kebab, which, incidentally, I won’t be taking a picture of and posting with the fucking words ‘nom nom’ like some half witted uber cunt.”
“This is a saying that quite clearly flows around her circle as easily as a tray of cocain in a Commons toilet, or a decapitated pigs head at an Eton bash.”