Respect my stand, hands off my helping hand.
Rejoice hipsters, it looks like a Tory led government awaits. Pretend it's 1980 and you're in Joy Division. Take monochrome photos of yourself looking oppressed and detached. Fight the power. Wank into a bucket. Hold your skinny wrists up to heaven, blade in hand and remember: Up, not along.
Anyway. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss. Trying to choose between politicians is like trying to choose between a selection of dog turds on the pavement. What one will cause the least damage? What one will look better on your shoe. If you had to wipe one off said shoe, what pile of crap would you choose? The smaller, yet more pungent or perhaps the larger yet strangely odorless. Decisions, decisions.
I'm bored of Friday now. In more exciting news, I'm attempting to learn enough guitar for July's gig. Power chords are my friend, I expect to learn at least one by the end of the month. Hell yeah.
Anyway. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss. Trying to choose between politicians is like trying to choose between a selection of dog turds on the pavement. What one will cause the least damage? What one will look better on your shoe. If you had to wipe one off said shoe, what pile of crap would you choose? The smaller, yet more pungent or perhaps the larger yet strangely odorless. Decisions, decisions.
I'm bored of Friday now. In more exciting news, I'm attempting to learn enough guitar for July's gig. Power chords are my friend, I expect to learn at least one by the end of the month. Hell yeah.