Llandegla: Rad or sad?
Human being in idiocy shocker – exclusive.
It’s my countryside and I’m not sharing it with anyone.
My bike is a substitute for any vestige of a personality I may once have had before I became a corporate whore-monger. And here’s a picture of it. All bow down and praise me/it/my wallet.
Invisible sky faeries – Yes or no?
Foreigners – Just like us, a bit different or so different we should kill them?
I have no personality, friends or social life other than arguing with people I’ve never met on the internet – Nevermind, fat people, how stupid are they?
I know cock all about anything, but my dad once played in goal for Blackpool/scored drugs for Hendrix/owned a very, very nice car, so please please please take me seriously.
Hello, I’m a 12 year old compulsive masturbator with a subscription to ‘Top Gear’ magazine, lets talk about women like it’s the 1950’s again.
The only way I can communicate with other human beings is to be as nasty, negative and cynical as possible, on every subject under the sun. When questioned about this, I will claim that it’s all just a joke and you are the one with no discernable sense of humour/life.
