Get a life, why can't you?

Alright cunts!

I'm fucking bored shitless.  Every fucking awful day is fucking mind-numbingly the same.  Get up.  Drink a beer, have a fag.  Take a shit.  Have another fag.  If the boredom hasn't got me by then and sent me crawling back to my scratcher, I think about eating something.  But I don't always do it.  I like the variety!  I like to surprise myself, you know?  The biggest fucking surprise surprise of all though is when I can actually muster the energy to go get something to eat!!  Now, that is a fucking surprise!

Anyway, after that I generally have another fag whilst thinking about where to sit with the next beer.  It's a fucking tough decision.  Out on the terrace in what might laughably be called my 'conservatory' - although I never call it that because I'm a fucking Red and proud of it and anything that sounds remotely fucking poncey or Tory-fied can fuck right off!  So - on my terrace, or my covered terrace if I'm feeling like I'm going up in the world (which is fucking never) or in my lounge is the big fuck-off decision of the morning!  Of every fucking morning! 

Let's look at the various pluses and minuses of the two locations so you can maybe begin to grasp the fucking banality of my fucking boring life.

1.  The Lounge
The lounge has the advantage - in the summer months anyway - of having electricity.  Well, not all the fucking time, but for at least a reasonable part of the day I have electricity in the lounge............... oh shitbags! and now I'm beginning to see just why I didn't write a fucking blog before..... fucking scabby arseholes!  Now I've gotta explain that little statement about my electric and I really can't be bothered.  So, you can fuck off, ya cunts!  Writing a blog is already too much work and I've only just fucking started.  Bloody hell, what have I let myself in for!?

I'm fucking bored already telling you about my day and I can bet - well, I can't actually bet because I ain't got any money, but I can bet metaphorically - that you're fucking bored too!  So I'm off for a fag and a beer.  I can't tell you when I'll be back because I don't give a shit about you, me or anyone fucking else so just fuck off ya cunts and don't read this again!

Ya cunts!


Here's a couple of pictures to keep you cunts happy till I break in to your life again.

This first one basically sums up my day.  Beer and fags.  Fucking beer and fags.  Then more beer and fags and just occasionally a bit of grub.  The one underneath is my table where I sit Bored Shitless most of the fucking time.

The next one here is some shit that was lying around in one corner of my terrace.

This next one is just fucking weird!  I think that's a bag of cereal sitting on a book sitting on a bucket full of yet more shit in another corner of my terrace.  What the fuck that's doing there I don't know.

For you foot fetishists....here's my sexy feet, you kinky fuckers.

My mate took that picture of my feet and here's his wife .....exfoliating....whatever the fuck that is!

This one below is a table covered in crap from 'who knows where' and 'from who knows when'....and basically, who gives a shit anyway?  It's also in my delightful terrace.

And this last one is my ash tray and beer bucket when I'm inside on my couch.  Fucking organised or what?