Reasons why I don’t have kids #59


The bubbling fountain of raging lava percolating under the surface of my subconscious, ready to explode at the first sight of (what should be) utterly unbelievable news, seen on social media on a daily basis.

I thought that maybe, with the turning of a new annual leaf, 2017 might gift me with a calmer disposition.  But nope, I’m still riled Every. Single. Day. And. My. New. Favourite. Pastime. Is. To. Illustrate. This. By. Over. Punctuating. Everything.  

And also, can you imagine living with: 

“Are you f*€%!*g KIDding me?!”

“F*%# the F!*# ALL the way OFF! You USEless piece of Sp*!£# S£*T!”

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccckkk YYOOOOUUUUUUUU!!!!”

“Oh c*!k off Trump, you right royal c*ck weasel and take your sniveling, p*ss poor excuse of a c*#$ of a mate, Farage with you!!!!!”

AaaaaaaAAAARRRRRRRRSSSSSSSEE HOOOOLLLLLLLLEEE!!!!!”

*”Johnson, you p*€#s drip on the trousers of the United Kingdom!”

Etc. etc. etc…… 

And that is my ‘reasons why I don’t have kids’ #59. 

*This one is my personal favourite.

-puffs out chest, cocks head, looks smug-

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s