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| Hey, dickface, would you mind telling me what these are? | |
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| They look like used condoms to me. | |
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| Exactly! They're all over the place! I even fished one out of my Weetabix this morning! It's disgusting! In future, restrict your rutting to your bedroom or I'll fucking kill you. | |
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| You're just jealous because I get some every night while you sit around looking at wank mags, you pathetic little loser. Now fuck off. | |
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| Don't flatshare with your Pop, they said. He'll make your life a misery, they said. But will I listen? Noooo... | |
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| Ooh, eleven o'clock: time I was off. My ten-inch tube-steak isn't going to eat itself, you know. Don't wait up, geek-boy. | |
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