Return of the Living Thumped Disco AIDS massacre
Instead of coming up with a witty retort, penis-breath, I'll just come along with a bunch of clumsy, syringe-bearing H.I.Vers. That'll learn ye's.
I'll be arriving in a puff of brimstone BTW - remember to stand clear.
Please make it so, Pete.
I'm just so gosh darned lonely.com.
Maybe I'll find love..... abroad...
I'm outta here fuckwits - might smell y'all sometime soon if'n I c'n get myself connected - otherwise, till anon,
peas & love,
Not as bad as the cringe-fest that the Public Enemy gig in the red box turned out to be.
Flava Flav's anti-brit ranting being totally ill-informed and making him come accross as a complete ass-wipe. Then he pulled out a tenner and started calling it "fucking british money" and held a lighter to...
1984 : wonky
1984 - YOU didn't look too bad yourself. Propping up the fag machine and rummaging for change in other people's pockets.
I still can't believe you took SO much LSD and tried to break into the Gravity bar to remove its couplings and fly it up to three-rock to meet ALF and give him...
ATP: not fucking long now, wha'?
Will somebody bring moisturising cream please?
Thanks a bunch.
Delicious little airplane brekkie to look forward to tomorrow! I fucking love those little blighters, I've already bagsed a pal's so that's at least 2 I'll be shoving down my fat hairy throat in...
Who am I fucking kidding.
Of course I'm going.
Roll on 5am tomorrow. I love an early start. Tho 5 is a bit early for a wake-me-up hand shandy - might have to crack one off on the plane instead. And you know, If I face forward while I cum, my ejaculatory juices will technically be travelling...
Fuck this for a game of eels in the bath with your mates and the baby oil.
it's 5:15 on wednesday 17th of april and I STILL DON'T KNOW if I'll be going or not.
If I DON'T go, I'll still be paying for a flight and a ticket, but If I DO go I'm paying for those AND trains AND spending money AND...
Personally, I come for the Shite and stay for the Music stuff.
In fairness it's a breed of shite that's a cut or two above the rest, cram-packed with rapier wit and cut-throat satire; 'Pricks' for instance.