Once again, dear readers, you find me in a pissed off mood. Pissed off at the fact that I am seemingly unable to write a throw away comment on that shite site called facebook, without being warned of possible reprisals by the police.
Let me set the scene for you...
My day is going well. I have demolished a knackered old pool table, I have watched Back To The Future (Today is the date Doc Brown sets to go to 25 years into the future. Cool, eh?), I've eaten leftover pasta bake and I've surfed the net.
Then my tranquility is broken by a phone call, one that sends me into yet another fit of rage. yes folks, Money Group call me yet-a-fucking-gain!
I have asked them, nay, TOLD them countless times to remove my number from their database yet still I get calls.
So off I go to facebook to make a witty, slightly sarcastic remark. about bombing their head office and all their call centres with all the employees still inside. I laugh as I hit send! I chortle as I think about what kind of comments may arise from my moment of anger! Look, what's this? A response? Oh great. Someone is reminding me about the Doncaster man who threatened to blow up Robin Hood airport and was fined £385 and told to pay £600 costs.
Was that really a good use of tazpayers money? Prosecuting a guy who made a flippant remark? No, it wasn't.
So if I wish to write about anything, I will. If I wish to write that I'm gonna smear myself with my own poo, run about the garden with a kitten strapped to my genitals whilst singing Lady Gaga songs, then I will.
Don't tell me I can't, don't try and prosecute me, don't think I care about any offence caused. I don't.
Now.....fuck off.
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