IT’S THE WEEKEND, LET’S GET DRUNK, PART 27 OF LOTS

How the clittering fuck have we done 27 of these? Jesus. It’s 17 July, 2009. The world continues to draw ever closer to its own destruction, the papers are still going on about Lionel Richie or whoever it was that died, the sexy work experience girl only managed a day because we scared her, none of us are getting any sexier or lighter, and these undercrackers don’t feel like they’re clean. It’s all gone wrong.

The only thing to do, really, is take to the drink. Join us, and get lungcock fuckboxed out of your cunting chumney. Get so nailed you fall over. Get so hammered you can’t talk. Get so – hang on. How the hell do both nailed and hammered mean the same thing? That doesn’t make any sense. They should be opposites, surely? The world’s gone fucking mad. See you on Monday. There’s a picture of a shit after the jump, then a horse in a hat, then the same shit again.




Happy?

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