ANOTHER reason I hate travelling by train.
To the irritating little bollix that barged in front of three people to get to the door first, and then stood right up next to it so he would get on first even though there were people waiting to get off:
Carry on with that kind of attitude and one of these days you're going to end up under the train.
Seriously. I must be getting old, 'cos the kids these days... So you've got headphones on. And Doc Martens. And a few badges on your rucksack with vaguely offensive slogans. (Which means you've probably been to Hellfire at least once.)
This does not make you a rebel. Or an anarchist. This makes you just another 'my parents have indulged my aspirations to be "different" by buying me lots of stuff' fashion victim. Which, really, is the point. Your parents. 'Cos it's their fault, at the end of the day. I don't want to know what sick experimental inbreeding programme spawned you, but I'm guessing your Mum like it up the *rse. It's the only reason I can think of for your Dad wasting all the good sperms.
Don't worry, though - one day a lady will let you put your whangum in her fou-fou and then you'll be the real man that you're trying so hard to be at the moment.
If you can find your whangum, that is. Good luck with that.
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Carry on with that kind of attitude and one of these days you're going to end up under the train.
Seriously. I must be getting old, 'cos the kids these days... So you've got headphones on. And Doc Martens. And a few badges on your rucksack with vaguely offensive slogans. (Which means you've probably been to Hellfire at least once.)
This does not make you a rebel. Or an anarchist. This makes you just another 'my parents have indulged my aspirations to be "different" by buying me lots of stuff' fashion victim. Which, really, is the point. Your parents. 'Cos it's their fault, at the end of the day. I don't want to know what sick experimental inbreeding programme spawned you, but I'm guessing your Mum like it up the *rse. It's the only reason I can think of for your Dad wasting all the good sperms.
Don't worry, though - one day a lady will let you put your whangum in her fou-fou and then you'll be the real man that you're trying so hard to be at the moment.
If you can find your whangum, that is. Good luck with that.
_