MAY WE GROW GRUMPY OLD FARTS AGAIN?
It seems to me, especially after my recent visits to the so called United Kingdom, that grumpy old farts may actually be fit for purpose.
Perhaps the "old grumpy bumpkins" can take the place of that lost teenager surge to change. It seems certain that the young grumpy types are not really making much of a difference. ( Irony intended )
BRING ON THE NAPPIES I SAY AND JUST WATCH US RANT AND RAGE.
FUCK that dummy I wanna breath and yell and rant.
Monday, May 11, 2009
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Why don't you go a step further and clock in for the "rebirthing therapy" which was fashionable a while back.
That way, you can rant and rage and scream all you want without even wearing nappies.
" rebirthing therapy" ?
This may have been fashionable for some but I could not possibly comment.
Oh the Nappies they are a'changin...
scatology?
eschatology?
Who gives a shit when, at the final moment, you are in rapture on your sparkly black toilet seat?
I would have you all know that Zola has a pink toilet seat and it is quite normal to miss the hole and therefore piss all over the place.
Just what this has to do with my good post I do not know but there we have and there it is.
Doesn't your pink toilet seat have a hinge so you can lift it up instead of peeing all over it?
We know your aim is sometimes a bit off beam, but this is really too much.
I'm glad I'm not Mrs Zola because I expect that being a sexist pig you don't mop up after yourself.
There - have a good yell and rant about that.
There is to much moral and sanitary pollution on this blog (or should we say bog?)
Pull your socks up, Zola!
Just to inform the normal reader :-
Me Ms Mopp is always there to well balance out the political aspects of life itself.
I am not sure, at all, just what you all keep getting uptight-about.
Can I do you now, Sir?
No doings in the Burrow or at Chez Zola.
By Order
Take care Beadle.
Me medicine has been halved due to this damned crisis and if I go down I will take a few with me.
I must even pay to have me own swimming pool sanitised. What next?
Zola, my old, is YOUR constituency too being flogged (again) to the highest bidder?
My moat is choked up with duckweed. Until it has been cleaned at public expense I am unable to perform my essential duties as chronicler of the virginal antics of the 1920s Bright Young Things.
Send that muckspreader Prescott round to the Burrow at once!
No mucking about in the Burrow.
By Order
I call the House to ordure.
Dearie me! I used to think the Great Gordo was an economic genius but I've just realised he doesn't add up.
Conclusion from above?
As Jacquess Derrida predicted so well the UK has lost all sense of deference.
All that is left is a badly managed nihilism.
Shame on ya'll
How can you manage nihilism? I would have thought that, by definition, nihilism is unmanageable.
Of course things may be different Chez Zola.
At last me good Anticant you are learning.
This time you did not rant and rave against the postmodern wisdom !
Ces sont fous, ces apres modernes!
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