|woo, religious joke. guaranteed to offend!
||[Mar. 30th, 2006|09:13 pm]
ok, so like almost a fortnight ago, there i am, helping mum do the weekly shop at tesco. aside from being in the world's worst mood, i'm also hungover and feeling deader than... well, something very dead. your grandfather, perhaps.
but yeah, there i am, scowling away, swearing loudly under my breath and fighting with a trolley that's more unruly than your mother's minge when this trolley comes careering towards me, complete with toddler in the kiddy seat. and the mother pushing the trolley's obviously middle eastern, complete with traditional sack-of-spuds outfit. and the kid's shouting. shouting "DIE". i swear.
at this point i smile for the first time that day, having thought "blimey, al qaeda are training 'em young". a single to hull, please.