Wednesday, May 24, 2006

THE MORNING WAS GOING WELL UNTIL THE POSTMAN CAME

I am nearing my wits end.

Mr Nat West, how do you sleep at night? In a big fuck off bed stuffed full of all my hard earned cash whilst getting a hand job from Mr Citizens advice Bureau no doubt.

May you rot in hell.

2 comments:

Teacups and Fairycakes said...

Oh Dear, What happened?
I tell you, they are utter cunts.

johnselekta said...

Computer says no....