Tuesday, 22 September 2015

All joking aside...

I think David Stubbs summed it up best:
Imagine. You force your fat, flaccid pink student cock into the rancid mouth of a dead farm animal while carousing obnoxiously with a bunch of debauched, braying cunts at an Oxford club, every one of whose members deserves to be slowly garrotted with their own entrails. And this ultimately proves to be the one thing you ever do to improve the quality of life in Britain, if only for a single, joyous morning.

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