Monday, 18 August 2008

Rocket Man


Ahhh, there's nothing quite like an adulterous, cum sucking, scab to make you realise where you stand in the hierarchy of life. It's enough to make you want to eat vomit. The next time I catch that soda slurping, camembert sniffing, mollusc of a man, Gaspard anywhere near my Girtha I'm going to burn off his pubic hairs with a blowtorch and send him rocketing to the moon like a spaceship!

Next ten:
abandon, zimmer frame, jostle, firebrand, pretzel, slither, amorphus, Jingle bells, liver, assumption

Kelli

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