You're annoyed that you're being treated like a fool by the same shitty government hacks of every party over the last one hundred years. It hurts you knowing that, somewhere out there, some of us are actually really happy. Yeah, it's a shit time to be alive what with the general mess on display these last few decades, but trust me when I tell you that I too would be pissed off if I were in your shoes and forced to suck it up day after day.
But that's how I roll: I like the easy life. No stress, no worries, everything its right place, and no bills hanging over me. Instead, I have sunshine and happiness, pretty girls, reasons to be cheerful and grateful, and I often consider how much worse off I could be if I were to be like you: slovenly, lazy, of little use to anyone anywhere bar Collect/Mongoose/Woods, and generally fucked over every passing day in the misery you call your life.
So go fuck your Ma's dead corpse, you annoying little cunt.
It pleases me greatly to know how miserable you are, how desperate your need for attention, and your frankly embarrassing crush on your trio of doom.
And I know that in six months from now you won't feel any better: you'll STILL be a miserable cunt, whingeing all day and night, and searching the net for new postcards to slap up on the Isle. Still broke, still celibate, still useless, and still being called Jambo. On the dole, drunk most of the time, never laid and never fed anything bar the antibiotics and the frozen pizzas. Can't even walk around your own capital city what with the living dead living a freer and healthier life than your own. You really haven't a clue how embarrassing you look from this distance, you poor stupid fool. Life's what you make it.
Get used to it.
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Mowl, what do you think of fakeugees being able to vote in local elections,
