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08/08/01 @ 11:13 p.m.
I was going through the recycle bin today to find a picture of the Queen Mother’s teeth. It made me feel so sick I thought I should post it here. I found it - stay tuned, folks, for British dentistry at its finest - and also found a couple magazines that come with the very very evil Mail on Sunday newspaper. They have a column where morons write in to ask questions about etiquette, and even though it pisses me off, I just have to read it for the pointing and the laughing. The poe-faced old bint who runs the column is described as “Britain’s Premier Etiquette Expert.” This is her life. She chooses this career. Every day I wake up in pain, I sleep but I never feel rested, I struggle to find the energy I need to do the things I wanna do, and I worry that my life and the direction it takes is out of my control. This life exists in a world where children are homeless, where cancers are killing our friends and families, and where people see suicide as a nice alternative. And in this world, we have twats who want to dedicate their lives to etiquette! These fucking mongs, who rank below hamsters and rocks in the league table of being-able-to-think-for-yourself, write in, genuinely, without irony, asking things like “May one reply by e-mail to a postal invitation?” Who gives a fuck? Who are these people? What kind of lives are they living where they lie awake in bed worrying about whether you should lick an envelope left-to-right, or right-to-left before sealing? These pointless, witless idiots who panic about whether the world is eating its peas correctly when half the world is starving are so mind-numbingly incapable of thinking for themselves they actually have to write into a newspaper to ask advice before doing anything, on the off-chance they cause offence to other people whose heads are shoved equally as far up their arse as theirs. Find these people. Hunt them down. Kill them. Rudely.
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