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My day had some amusement injected into it when Dribbly shitfringe made a nice hypocritical cock up in history. He complained first of all that he was being insulted by Tom's friends and that they were really obviously aiming at him (looking in his direction, laughing, etc... I don't think I believe him and even if it was true... Who the fuck would care, surely he gets enough shit as it is because of that mess he calls hair) and they had no right because they don't know him.... He then went on to call Fry an 'Arse-licking shit' because he owned a Tight Like Strings T-shirt. Two things were wrong with this:
1. He doesn't know Fry. So how can he make this judgement. Especially after complaining about people taking the piss out of him when they don't know him. Let's face it, it's not difficult when he insists on having that ridiculous hair. Damn you, bad Davey Havok wannabe.
2. He also owns a Tight Like Strings T-shirt. Because they're famous lolzzzzz.
He can be a twat sometimes. However, that brightened my day. As did Dean in his bizarre little Dean-like way :]
I'm tired and I know I have work to do, however as my brain has ceased to function, I can't remember what it is I'm supposed to be doing. That's not so good. I think I may be developing premature senescence. Shit. I blame 5.45am wake ups every morning. FUCK YOU BARTON.
I've run out of cigarettes. Ass.
I'm also very aware that I'm babbling on about pointless shit.
Why the fuck am I listening to Lady Sovereign??? Hm, should change that.
I'm such a twat :]
1. He doesn't know Fry. So how can he make this judgement. Especially after complaining about people taking the piss out of him when they don't know him. Let's face it, it's not difficult when he insists on having that ridiculous hair. Damn you, bad Davey Havok wannabe.
2. He also owns a Tight Like Strings T-shirt. Because they're famous lolzzzzz.
He can be a twat sometimes. However, that brightened my day. As did Dean in his bizarre little Dean-like way :]
I'm tired and I know I have work to do, however as my brain has ceased to function, I can't remember what it is I'm supposed to be doing. That's not so good. I think I may be developing premature senescence. Shit. I blame 5.45am wake ups every morning. FUCK YOU BARTON.
I've run out of cigarettes. Ass.
I'm also very aware that I'm babbling on about pointless shit.
Why the fuck am I listening to Lady Sovereign??? Hm, should change that.
I'm such a twat :]