WARNING: Includes strong language, mostly sexual swear words - venting in progress...
No. I'm not even allowed to wake up at a civilised hour. Twenty-five to FUCKING nine. That is FUCKING psychological torture - what is this? Guantanamo FUCKING Bay????
Five to nine, I'm up, in the garden, phoning the Police to complain about the noise. An hour later, we're round at the school, telling CLAN to turn it the FUCK down - in the most polite and calm manner possible. Oh, and I have the whole incident recorded - and don't tell me I'm infringing their FUCKING human rights, 'cause they're already trampling on mine. Hey, why don't you just kick me in the FUCKING balls while you're at it?
Savour this day, CLAN, 'cause it is the last FUCKING Sunday you will EVER spend at Kilrymont Road. You can FUCKING count on it.
If I ever see any of your people in one of the local bookshops, I am most definitely going to ask, quite loudly, for a copy of Richard Dawkins's "The God Delusion". Hell, I'll even pay full price, just for the pleasure of seeing your reaction, and waving said publication under your noses, because you can't do SHIT about it.
You will NOT want to see i.resist '10. Oh no.
Here endeth the MOTHERFUCKING lesson.
"I DEMAND to differ. I do NOT 'beg'." Patent Dragon 3:16.
Posted at codexed.com on 19 Jul 2009, 14:53
