Why We Are Angry: The List (Part Three)

A while back DasGeordie and myself posted a long list of things that for some reason or another made us “angry”. My list was comprehensive but twas just the tip of the iceberg so I have decided to create another list. Viddy well fuckos!

Len Wiseman, Len Wiseman’s severe lack of talent, the fact that Len Wiseman gets Kate Beckinsale’s twat in his face every night, early nights, late nights, early mornings, getting to work late, getting to work early, getting to work to find out you have switched desks and now have to sit next to a girl with a brain the size of a peanut, shit with half eaten peanuts in that rips your ring to shreds the next morning, the recent Nicholas Cage film NEXT, Nicholas Cage’s erratic hairstyles, hairstyles, the fact I have no fucking hair, the fact that I get called Friar Tuck on an embarrassingly regular basis, Chris Moyles, the fact that Chris Moyles considers himself hot shit just because he’s written two shitty fucking books about his fat fucking life, people that read books, people that read at all, people who think it’s fine to sit in a pub with a glass of water ALL FUCKING NIGHT and take up the seats, students obviously, getting pubes stuck in my foreskin, foreskins in general, the price of bread these days, the price of everything these days, children, people who have children then don’t bother bringing the little cunts up properly so they end prowling the streets spitting on disabled people, disabled people, disabled people who milk fuck out of the system, the system, Brett Ratner and anything remotely associated with him, Guy Richie and anything remotely associated with him including his hagged old cunt of a wife, the fact that The Spice Girls are reuniting, the cost of Blu-ray movies, the stupid fucking Blu-ray vs HD DVD war that will go on for fucking ever, migraines, my brain, the fact that I have been too lazy to put up the blinds in the bathroom so if I have a wank in the shower in the morning the entire fucking apartment block would be able to see, the fact that I’m too lazy to go to the gym, gyms, smug cunts who go to the gym and go on and fucking on about how good they feel......FUCK OFF, chest pains, foot pains, back pains, pains in the arse, arseholes, anal sex, Jamie Oliver, the thought of Jamie Oliver having anal sex, having flashbacks from my childhood reminding me what a massive cunt I was, walking down the street and seeing someone you know about 500 meters in front of you who then acknowledges you but then you have a really awkward walk towards them not knowing where to look for some reason, taking a piss just after you’ve had a wank / fuck and it sprays all over the fucking toilet walls, public toilets, walking to work on a Monday morning only to find that several filthy cunts have left a puke minefield for you to navigate, slugs, stepping on slugs, stepping in shit, shit, Harry Knowles, the thought of Harry Knowles taking a shit, the thought of Harry Knowles having anal sex with shitty slugs all over him, Christmas, the fact that adverts for Christmas now appear on TV in fucking June, the thought of fucking June Whitfield, the thought of fucking June Whitfield up the arse whilst Brett Ratner and Harry Knowles watch and smear slug shit all over themselves.

I need help

EDIT: We are available for children's parties by the way.