Please paint me a picture of Brian Blessed riding a Henry hoover alongside D’n’B DJ Goldie on a Dyson. They are racing on the Mario kart level rainbow road and are both drunk on white ace cider.
How to tell if a toy is for boys or girls: A guide
This is a truly stupendous use of a white guinea pig
“You fucking think you know me? You know daddy fucking chank about me. You know fuck-all about me! I am totally beyond the realms of your fucking tozzle here, fuckin’ dim-witted compre-fuckin-hension. I don’t just take this fucking job home, you know? I take this fucking job home, it fucking ties me to the bed and it fucking fucks me from arsehole to breakfast then it wakes me up in the morning with a cup full of piss, slung at my face, slaps you about the chops to make sure I’m awake enough so it can kick me in the fucking bollocks. This job has taken me in every hole in my fucking body. Malcolm is gone! You can’t know Malcolm, because Malcolm is not here! Malcolm fucking left the building fucking years ago! This is a fucking husk. I am a fucking host for this fucking job. Do you want this job? Yes, you do fucking want this job. Then you’re going to have to fucking swallow this whole fucking life and let it grow inside you like a parasite, getting bigger and bigger until it fucking eats your insides alive and stares out of your eyes and tells you what to do.”