Yeah. That's the introduction done and now that I really want to scream at someone, I can't think of what I want to write. I really really fucking hate drunk knobhead tossers who pretend to have even an ounce of sense and sit with us (it should be noted here that these are really not my friends and a pair of fruit & nuts we went to watch football with) only to cry or shout loudly and rather pissheadidly about communism and the lack of credibility it has.
Don't get me wrong, piss head socialism does generally piss me off, but when you're shouting in a pub about it all being wrong and not having the awareness to realise that you're talking over the fucking TV, it takes all the wonderful capitalist cake that it's short little life can take.
I can only hope that unconsciousness ensues and my night will be justified.
Really just should have let the pratt get barred when he was getting served.
Get drunk, act like a fucktard, but have the link to reality that tells you if you really can't handle any more, don't fucking drink it and sit crying and shouting in public.
Yeah. And now that I don't have the paid account (a temporary thing, I know) I don't have an icon that is angry enough.
Ooh, the people around us have moved. I am so grateful to them.
Current Mood: pissed off