Climate change ****s!
Discussion
So, I'm all set for an afternoon at the Imperial War Museum. Mummy and Daddy RSE, RSE jr., and Mrs RSE set off for what should be 45 minute journey into London. First off the A40 is like the world's worst f
king traffic jam, even with Acton-ing-Bridges finally being finished. I end up taking a detour down piss-poor-poundshop alley, and enduring the stares of all the pikey multi-cultural lard buckets staggering from downmarket ste shop to wilkins pike outlet carrying their bags of Christmas ing cheer with them.
On eventually making it to the river I find that their is rozzers on every street corner looking like fking S&M style Mussolinis in their gay weekend get-up directing the traffic round and round in circles 'cause Tabatha and Tarquin fancied a la-de-da day out in London exercising their right to protest outside of the Houses of Parliament and bringing the whole fking place to a standstill. In what way does it help your stty-science based beliefs to have me sat in traffic with thousands of other people for 3 hours whilst you wave your retarded "save the lesser spotted whelk" placard at a building containing none of the money-grabbing elected fktards 'cause they are all cleaning their duck ponds at their primary / country residences? I almost managed to mow a couple of them down as they retired to the local YMCA with their dayglow rucksacks, mongaloid walking sticks, and brightly coloured spaz-attack-anoraks. So fking unaware of what is going on around them are they that they failed to recognise the irony of me giving them a full 5,500 revs of Land Rovers finest. Poke your CO2s right up your fking collective jacksies once once you have finished eating one another's st to save the fking lama, or something.
Time wasting, oxygen depleting, nothing better to do, style-vacuum, Al Gore appreciatingS!
That is all
king traffic jam, even with Acton-ing-Bridges finally being finished. I end up taking a detour down piss-poor-poundshop alley, and enduring the stares of all the pikey multi-cultural lard buckets staggering from downmarket ste shop to wilkins pike outlet carrying their bags of Christmas ing cheer with them. On eventually making it to the river I find that their is rozzers on every street corner looking like f
king S&M style Mussolinis in their gay weekend get-up directing the traffic round and round in circles 'cause Tabatha and Tarquin fancied a la-de-da day out in London exercising their right to protest outside of the Houses of Parliament and bringing the whole fking place to a standstill. In what way does it help your stty-science based beliefs to have me sat in traffic with thousands of other people for 3 hours whilst you wave your retarded "save the lesser spotted whelk" placard at a building containing none of the money-grabbing elected fktards 'cause they are all cleaning their duck ponds at their primary / country residences? I almost managed to mow a couple of them down as they retired to the local YMCA with their dayglow rucksacks, mongaloid walking sticks, and brightly coloured spaz-attack-anoraks. So fking unaware of what is going on around them are they that they failed to recognise the irony of me giving them a full 5,500 revs of Land Rovers finest. Poke your CO2s right up your fking collective jacksies once once you have finished eating one another's st to save the fking lama, or something. Time wasting, oxygen depleting, nothing better to do, style-vacuum, Al Gore appreciating
S!That is all
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