En Francais, Nobody Can 'Ere You Scream...
...But if you happen to point out that they're all spineless war-shy cunts who hide in bushes at the first sign of a ruck, suddenly they're all ears.
Just got back from a three day trip over there and I'm too tired to do anything other than smoke and stare at walls (fortunately this is something of a hobby anyway). I've been sitting around all day with that weird feeling you get when you've been on a boat for a few days, then stand on some solid ground, which then seems to keep moving gently up and down, and everything has a grey tinge to it (admittedly this is England, so everything being grey isn't all that unusual).
I can't even be arsed to write about how stupid the phrase "postcode lottery" is, given that there only two numbers in a fucking postcode and that all you "win" is a new hip, compared with enough cash to pay a couple of Ethiopian kids to grow a whole new set of organs for you with the real thing (it happens, trust me).
I also can't be arsed to question why most doctors who claim you can't tickle yourself because "you're already expecting it" don't expect it when other people tickle them. Are there surprise ticklings going on that I'm missing out on? Should I be approaching people and doing the same?
No, I would suggest that they are lying cunts and they don't really know why people can't tickle themselves but are too shifty to admit it. Which is why I'd rather die than go to a doctor ever again.
Oh wait, it looks like I could be arsed. C'est la cunt, non?
And for a complete change of track, some pictures of cocks (NSFW):
Shoot on sight, people.
Just got back from a three day trip over there and I'm too tired to do anything other than smoke and stare at walls (fortunately this is something of a hobby anyway). I've been sitting around all day with that weird feeling you get when you've been on a boat for a few days, then stand on some solid ground, which then seems to keep moving gently up and down, and everything has a grey tinge to it (admittedly this is England, so everything being grey isn't all that unusual).
I can't even be arsed to write about how stupid the phrase "postcode lottery" is, given that there only two numbers in a fucking postcode and that all you "win" is a new hip, compared with enough cash to pay a couple of Ethiopian kids to grow a whole new set of organs for you with the real thing (it happens, trust me).
I also can't be arsed to question why most doctors who claim you can't tickle yourself because "you're already expecting it" don't expect it when other people tickle them. Are there surprise ticklings going on that I'm missing out on? Should I be approaching people and doing the same?
No, I would suggest that they are lying cunts and they don't really know why people can't tickle themselves but are too shifty to admit it. Which is why I'd rather die than go to a doctor ever again.
Oh wait, it looks like I could be arsed. C'est la cunt, non?
And for a complete change of track, some pictures of cocks (NSFW):
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Shoot on sight, people.
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