who gives a fu/ck about fu/ck knows who fa fu/cks sake.
I hate internet commercials.
Can’t click on or read anything these days without seeing the beetroot face of some glaswegian 60 year old whose novel face treatment, based on a tin of spam and month-old coleslaw, is driving plastic surgeons to suicide. You now need to turn your volume off completely to enjoy youtube and classic 60’s music.
It was really so much better when we just sniffed glue behind the local library and discussed Dostoyevsky.