god this boring.

mummy cabbage just had a moan,
i did some washing-up,
and woke her from her nap.
she'd nodded off in an armchair downstairs.

the gimp,
lardthing sits crossed legged on the sofa,
god i find that,and him,so repulsive.

yeah,
i know it's easy for us oldies to find fault with today's youth,
but he really is a piece of shite.

if i ever had money,
i mean REAL money.
oh the joy of just telling them both to go fuck themselves.
and walking away from this shit-hole.

gotta keep hoping,
and wishing.
it's all i got.

she just walked by,
into the bedroom.
gone to bed i think.
now if lardthing'll just go up the garden and cut his wrists or something,
i can go have a look at the telly.

YES!

















































































































no,
he hasn't cut his wrists.
but he HAS gone to his room.

W'HOOOOOOOOOOOO!

telly.