Ugh, fuck, fuck you fucking London, with your filthy, disease-ridden Tubes and your nasty buses, and your warm beer that you serve in crusty beer mugs wiped down with some rag you keep tucked into your crotch, you Neanderthals, you apes, you sweaty ape-men, what do you think you're doing, letting your horrible Limey head colds breed and infect decent, upstanding Americans?
Just try cleaning something, once. I guarantee it won't be so bad. Next time you walk into some muck-covered public room, instead of shrugging your shoulders and emptying your bowels into the national abyss, try rolling up your sleeves and making a dent. Try clearing up just one piece of garbage, just once, just once per day maybe. It won't hurt you and before you know it you'll be living in a real city and not sliding back and forth like human mollusks across a substrate of grime and ooze.
I'm sorry, I just feel like my stomach has gone on strike and my head is about to explode. I'm sure London is wonderful, or at least that it would be if it weren't so terrible.
Ugh, again, sorry about that.
Just try cleaning something, once. I guarantee it won't be so bad. Next time you walk into some muck-covered public room, instead of shrugging your shoulders and emptying your bowels into the national abyss, try rolling up your sleeves and making a dent. Try clearing up just one piece of garbage, just once, just once per day maybe. It won't hurt you and before you know it you'll be living in a real city and not sliding back and forth like human mollusks across a substrate of grime and ooze.
I'm sorry, I just feel like my stomach has gone on strike and my head is about to explode. I'm sure London is wonderful, or at least that it would be if it weren't so terrible.
Ugh, again, sorry about that.
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