I can sense them now. I can taste the fresh Tears of the Twitterati and bask in the deep red glow of the faces of irate gammons on Facebook who accuse me of 'disrespecting' the old trooper.
I can hear the shrill gasping of the clap-fascists and their Two Minutes Hate for anyone who dares not bow down to mindles…
I can sense them now. I can taste the fresh Tears of the Twitterati and bask in the deep red glow of the faces of irate gammons on Facebook who accuse me of 'disrespecting' the old trooper.
I can hear the shrill gasping of the clap-fascists and their Two Minutes Hate for anyone who dares not bow down to mindless local community obedience, as well as the future notes rustling through the hands of sulking skinflints on their way to the doctors and nurses bank accounts.
This is deliciously brutal.
I can sense them now. I can taste the fresh Tears of the Twitterati and bask in the deep red glow of the faces of irate gammons on Facebook who accuse me of 'disrespecting' the old trooper.
I can hear the shrill gasping of the clap-fascists and their Two Minutes Hate for anyone who dares not bow down to mindless local community obedience, as well as the future notes rustling through the hands of sulking skinflints on their way to the doctors and nurses bank accounts.
And it is glorious.
Ok virgin edgelord.