Cuntsmurfs.
Every where I turn today, I am met with cocksockets at every junction.
Steaming great knob wipes with seemingly nothing better to do than piss on my chips.
I shall vanish for the remainder of the day and remain cocooned from the populace at large.
Well, later anyway, when I'm less busy. Until then I shall endeavour to tolerate the never ending stream of assorted loons and spunkmuffins who seem intent on crossing my path. It will not be tolerated with good humour, fuck 'em all bendy.
I stuffed some squid last night. Go me. Fiddly as fiddly thing on a particularly fiddly day in the middle of a fiddly fit.