we all recieve little mementos from people who go abroad dont we? my mother went to mexico a while ago and brought me back a gas fuled disposable lighter all the way from deepest darkest cancun. A South American lighterindeed, home to the aztecs and such like civilizations, and i thought it was great it had all the authentic markings of their aincient symbols via the medium of a sticker, oh yes i was well pleased with it chuffed you might say plastic all the way from a different continent, a rich and mysterious land yes please mmm i lapped it up, i never knew i was born until this point i tell you, no doubt fueled by the oil of a fermented decapitated mayan sacrifice victim on the steps of their pyramid temple youd imagine so wouldnt you?
well no turns out not actually cunts!
yesterday i noticed the curling up at the corner of said sticker and like most of the obsessive compulsive sexually frustrated hairless chimpanzees out there, i stripped it bare within the minute,
and do you know what? do you know what i fucking found ?, made in China, made in twatting China i tell you, by some poor communist chinese prisoner in a sweat shop factory with a unremovable exploding neck brace in case he trys to escape the totalitairian regimes border limits thus taking his human rights violated head clean off, you know what ?, do you know what?
i just feel fucking cheated
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