That's it...had enough.
The thieving lying bumboys and shemales that make up our state police have conspired to convict me: given that I am financially unable to appeal to the Crown Court, the bastards have won.
I have three options: shoot them and laugh, emigrate to Marbella, or just give up. By the way, there are only three types of people in this world - those who can count and those who cannot.
I'm not spending my Saturdays picking up dog-turd rubbish deposited by ill-bred teenagers.
Seeing my beautiful children at the weekend and then seeing nothing.
I'd like to say it's been meaningful, but it hasn't: life is really just a bag of shite and then you die.
Still, I loved some of the poets.
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