Monday, 4 May 2015

Never Mind The Great Cornolio ...

.... Mouth almighty has found a flaw in the whole chemical dumbing down of the the Bipolar Monster.  I have twenty minutes before the evil "Q" takes hold and turns me into Jack Nicholson post lobotomy so I best get too it!  I reckon I do actually turn into Beavis when I'm soapboxing it. What do we have today? 


  • Politics and I don't mean the election kind ... stop polluting my fucking ears, they are still recovering from the last round!
  • Dexter - shut the fuck up you noisy blob of fur I am trying to be insulting here!
  • Never put words in my mouth.  This applies mainly to my idiot GP but anyone else trying it, heed the warning or you'll find a whole can of whoop ass finding its way down your windpipe!
  • Diva's beware.  
  • Hot (ouch I burned my finger), cold (brrrr its fucking freezing).  I do not play games and will not stay part of them for long.  Try fucking consistency, a blob of bastard humour and a wanktwat load of respect ... 
  • Too many cocks spoil the broth.  I have already set out my stall and have no qualms in telling interfering know it alls to shut the fuck up.  SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STAY THE FUCK OUT OF IT!!
  • Dexter - shut the fuck up!!
  • GP stop fucking lying.  Retire or something.

Upshot - I'm tired of inconsistency, incompetency, idiots and arseholes.  It's like fuck off I'm busy trying to sort myself out and I am not fucking stupid just mentally impaired. I bet Stephen shitting Fry doesn't get treated like a fucking child when he has a wobble.  Arrrrgghhhhh show me some fucking respect!!! 

... and relax, feel sick and lie horizontal until the next window of opportunity ... no I am not dropping anything at a moments notice I am doing ill.