Like a punch in the cunt in Tales of Transhumanism

  • May 10, 2014, 12:07 p.m.
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Today's a nice enough day, I suppose. It's certainly fine enough for me to blow off doing the housework and sit in the park necking scrumpy and listening to music.

I miss my old friends, but they betrayed me and there's no way in Hell I can trust any of them again, so I'm alone. Making new friends is difficult, because people my age don't tend to be doing the things I still do anymore. Goth-types, metalheads, industrial Rivetheads... we're an endangered species in this country. Sure, metalheads exist, but they've turned into guido-looking nancy-boys. Anchor tattoos and poofy haircuts.

Fuck that shit. The fucking hipsters have taken over and it blows.

This country has gone to shit. Fake posh wankers and tossers with beards and trilbies. I want to kill everyone on the planet, but let's start with the UK.


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