It's me thats right, who else?
I really need to make this a regular thing, 'tis blogging is the bees knees(Too old?)
First off, if any policemen, policewomen, superheroes or whatever are reading, I need your help.!
Seeing as I had a GCSE exam today which went just about as well as the Vietnam War and it started half way through the day, I chose to have a lie in and use public transport later on in the day!
On public transport you expect the oldies, smellies and general degenerates of society, and thats before I got on! But never have I seen or wanted to be interrogated by this old smelly degenerate of society. Fuck! It was like twenty questions with him, "Why are you here?", "Why are you wearing a tie?", "Wanna see my coin collection?". You would think that I attract these people then or what?! Those questions were all asked by the same bloke sitting next to me! Yes next to me, the whole bus was empty but he still chose to sit next to me!
That's the last time I use public transport! But onto something more ambitious and really an all round masterpiece....My card stacking skills Boi! That wonderful show of architectural brilliance is my stack...It brings a tear to my eye! Brilliant!....It's dead now, they always die!
On my first post I mentioned about being mistaken for a drug dealer before, I shall explain
While waiting for the train to Swansea I sat there, minding my own business when the coppers came slowly marching down the stairs to the station.
Oh it gets worse, but first they approach me, relaxed and even friendly but then one asked me if I was selling anything! Oh that bastard, I don't look like a drug dealer!
But what's worse is it happened again when I was out and about on my Honda! Those bastards are following me! I do nothing of the sort and anyone who thinks I do should open their window and fuck the night sky as they are incredibly stupido!
By the way if anyone wants some high quality.....er.....Hay bales should E-mail me for further details ¬¬.
I think that is all for today, remember...stay away from weird old men who want to show you their coin collection! Don't ask why.
But I leave you with another round of ammo from my magazine of knowledge; " Reality is a crutch for people who cannot handle drugs"
Until as such time I can...Gooday
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