Shut up you fat cunt! For fucks sake, the bastard never shuts up! Just to give you an idea as to how much the ignorant, arrogant jellied bastard can rattle on, I've decided to post an actual 'conversation' from this morning:
"blah blah blah"
"I'm trying to work"
"blah blah blah"
"Please leave me alone"
"blah blah blah"
"I'm trying to concentrate"
"blah blah blah"
"I'm extremely busy"
"blah blah blah"
"Stop asking me stupid questions"
"blah blah blah"
"Cant you take a hint?"
"blah blah blah"
"Will you give it a fucking rest you fat cunting ballbag bastard!"
"blah blah blah"
"Die!"
"blah blah blah"
"Die!"
"blah blah blah"
"blah blah blah"
Utterly fucking relentless. On… and on… and on… and on, like the spinning of the earth or the changing of the seasons. The epitome of a 'blithering idiot'. An ugly arrogant twat, utter self obsessed and deluded, trapped in it's own bubble of nonsensical jibberish. It's a travesty of a beast, a mockery of a life form, warped so much that it's now incapable of assimilating any information given to it.
It's an alien. A foul, stinking, blubbering block of pink custard. Rotten, parasitic, useless, brimming with hate.
It doesn't listen, It can't under the weight of it's own voice. It doesn't care. This isn't a conversation, it's a lecture, a lecture of drivel, of useless information, non information, bollocks.
Well, I still can't find a better quote to describe it and how ridiculous it is, so I'll leave you with this again from one of my favourite movie Sci Fi characters of the past 50 years; Kyle Reese:
"Listen, and understand. That pink block of relentless fucking shite is out there. It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead."
Roll on the grim reaper.
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