“My baby had dinner ready after I got work :)” I...

Thursday, July 5, 2012

“My baby had dinner ready after I got work :)”

I can almost smell the disgusting mix of rancid pizza salami and post vacuum cleaned shitty lived-in carpet. Carpet; as flooring - disgusting. It’s like lounging in the hug of dirty feet. Cola; as a drink - how do people just drink this? As a casual drink? You think you like it but you don’t, you think you just have to keep on buying bottle after bottle, drinking it, but you don’t. Ever notice how the most inbred looking pieces of shit at supermarkets are always the ones buying those “Fridge Mate” style cartons of canned soft drink (and Lynx deodorant)? All that fucking sugar and burping, ugh, and for what? You’re not even getting drunk - you’re just drinking yourself into a less fuckable physical state, which is completely hilarious because that’s the opposite of what it’s marketed as. Just get a bottle of wine or some juice, or order it all online so I don’t have to see you, or fucking kill yourself or just kill me, please.

Everyone has this ridiculous idea that they are entitled to get married, or other people aren’t allowed to; that there is some sort of sanctimony attached to it, something something family, something something bible - the big day and all the fucking photos I hate about as much as shitty food photos. Homosexual marriage is disgusting. Heterosexual marriage is disgusting. All marriage is disgusting and is just a made up pretend right that we all think we have, can grant, revoke or deny, but no-one has the right to be married, not in my eyes, so just fucking ban it, someone, please. At least just make it a ‘religion only’ thing, but stop fighting for it, or explaining why or why you don’t feel this or that way because the picture above is the pot of gold at the end of the agonising war you are fighting.