“You’re fucking obese. Put some clothes on. The sight of your pasty flesh is making me retch.”
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Things I wish I could say to them II
Thursday, December 11th, 2008Things I wish I could say to them
Thursday, December 11th, 2008“For god’s sake, girl! If you’re going to wear a short skirt at least learn how to bend down with at least a little bit of dignity!”
My eyes are scarred.
Queen
Thursday, December 4th, 2008I’ve seen the Queen and she’s got a spastic arm.
The Duke of Edinburgh looks like a dirty old man in a raincoat.
And the colour of choice today is pastel pink.
[Edit] I feel a bit bad for old Queeny, actually. I don’t think I’d like people taking my photo when I waved at them. It feels rude. If she’d waved at me I would have smiled and nodded.
Dirty Filthy Stinking Liar
Wednesday, November 26th, 2008I just competely lied to a girl and told her that her mark of 54 was ‘good’ and ‘probably above average’ and that she shouldn’t worry about it. I feel so dirty.
Worryingly, purely based on the level of retardation I’m faced with every day, I think the above ‘average bit’ might actually be true.
