Archive for 2005
bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch
To the fat bitch in a light purple top at Nikko Hotel on Sunday who nicked my very expensive ball pen that Chris bought in Japan and gave to me as my 22nd birthday present, I have only one word for you.
DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
are you wanting to kill me?
If you are a regular shopper or your office is located in a massive shopping centre, you would have long noticed the exasperating phenomenon that is your life whizzing by in front of your eyes, bringing you one step closer to god and what-not.
Is that a bird? Is that a plane?
No, it’s the fucking [...]