Friday, 2 September 2011

Sheep


Sheep really grind my gears. There they are, all fluffy and eating grass trying to avoid the advances of natives from over the boarder what do they do apart from that... nothing... Worse than nothing, They provide wool which is then given to me in the form of horrendous christmas jumpers.

I don't care if some believe these to be back in 'fashion' they look ridiculous, as do men in tight jeans and quiffy hair. It's not the eighties, we established we looked ridiculous back then in the 90's so why bring these statements back - the misguided thoughts of outh.

And there's another thing - outh these days have little to no respect, whats going on here? When I was a outh I was scared of older people, yet these kids have no fear - there all for smashing the windows of tesco and looting loads of monster munch.

But don't get me started about Tesco's. They fecking everywhere, I can't avoid the beggars even though I do try. The caniving sods, luring us in with the funny adds with the flatly towers lady, making us think they were on our side by providing us with cheap poor qua
Ity food, but no, they were realng us in so they could gain control of us and en jack up the price. £2 for pringles - sod off, it's a potato and a bit of salt!

I'm hungry, quite fancy some crisps if I'm honest so that's it for now.more tomorrow, if I can be bothered.

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