I'm still fucking alive.....more's the fucking pity! No more life, no more fucking boredom! And don't get on your fucking high horse and tell me "get orf your arse and do summat and you won't be bored, ya cunt!" because I'll just fucking say, "Do what, ya cunt?" There's fuck all to do. Except fucking cleaning and I'm not doing that. I swept up earlier this year - in April I think, or May - and look at it now! A fucking tip, that's what! So what pray tell ya cunt, is the fucking point of cleaning up? Nothing to say? Exactly! Because there fucking isn't a point! Ya cunt!
Fuck! I need a beer. Hang on! While I'm getting a cold one take a look at these not very interesting pictures. They're crap!
This first one is my shirt. I wore it last night! Oh, and that's my hand.
Look! Just so you know I'm not a lying cunt, here it is again, that fucking awful shirt! It's really crap. I think one of my Grand Ma's knitted it during the War. It itches like a bastard! Then....thinking about it...that might be the lice!
Oy! Ya cunt! Don't start fucking reading again yet! I'm still getting me beer, ya cunt! It's fucking long way to the fridge...so I had to stop and have one while I was there. And have a chat to the dogs. Do you know what they said?
"Fuck, we're bored!"
Fuck we're bored! The fucking dogs! Cheeky bastards!
I'm bored. They're bored. Everyone's fucking bored. It's soooo depressing. Makes me thirsty, don't know about you. Here, have a look at this.
This is some food which is now, mostly, in my fridge. I drank the wine. Fucking horrible.
Here's one of my mates hungry dogs.
Alright cunts! I'm back now. Fuck me, you're slow! While you've been looking at those fucking crap photos I've drunk 3 tinnies! Fucking hurry it up! I haven't got all day to spend on you cunts. Pull ya finger out!
Now... and fucking keep up, ya cunt..... I'd better explain why my mates dog is hungry. My mate invited me round to his for a little soiree! Very genteel of him I thought. The cunt. Everyone turned up with beer and other booze and I brought a fucking tupperware. Very nice of them I thought. So I drank the fucking beer - not of all of it, but a fucking good portion, I made sure of that - and ate what I could. It was fucking lovely. And when my mate said, "Don't throw anything away, the dogs'll have it," up I popped.
"Fuck the dogs. I got me tupperware."
And that, ya fuckers, is how it is done!
Laters cunts!
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