HOWEVER (SINCERELY, STIW (SORRY, SINCERELY(since I'm not a lying tory fuckwit, just an honest-hard-working-one...(?)) FOR THAT COLLOQUIAL DIG, AS I MENTION IN THE PODDY, I RECKON YOU'RE, 'WELL SMART' (not a direct quote), AND DANGEROUS, AND CLEVER COMPARED TO TORIES, yet: (un/)certainly(certi..? too far-right...? JOKE: HATE TATE. DEEEEPLY FAM'.) not inhuman enough not to have a sense of humour...? Love to anybody struggling, I'd say everybody needs it when we are!)
[Over-priveliged Tories may want to strap-on a proper low-class set of bollocks for this one. Try as they might, they'd be better off buying a set for their rounded SUV's bumper.] Certainly goes for most o' the cunts at my High school. WATCHDOG RECOMMENDS IN AN OVERTLY SUGGESTIVE MANNER, THAT SOME EX-JT CLASSMATES OF MINE TOOK LEEDS '15 (correction from the talky-talk) TOO SERIOUSLY/possibly thought of me as a fictional character, but, I may be risking too much trauma]): You may be too confused by stylistic choices, but I'm fishing for toooooooo fuuuhhucking muuuuuuuuuuuch. *Likened to near every fucker currently on the internet nowadays... dae nae treed aen mae (that's scottish: for any americans.)*.
FUCK ME, I'm enjoying my Sunday/Monday rambles... stinking with rage/autism-outbursts that I'm making up for in retrospect... Like distant lovers, "making up for lost time": I'm piss-cunting-bastard-lovely.
Well... CATCH YOUR MONOCLE NOW, bit like that old Peter Kay joke about the hob-nob falling into his cup in slow-motion: for any of you dirty-slutty-Mummy-Tories. Why apologise for Political discourse in 2024...(? FUCKING RHETORICAL, THAT IS WHY/NEEDLESS TO SAY AND STILL SAID BY AN IRISH-FOOL).
Enough incredibly genuine distractions, now... All I meant to say was, that I'm proud enough to say, you may stick around for the feckfest. Sorry if I repeat myself, but I AM INDEED STIW SOBER. Just kind of hard w/o a lil' Jamie of my own (IJ). MM&I(aye, me knab.)
Last page, is not the full-read. Test my length... you may like it. Up to you, AND ME.
Always welcoming more to my oddly-pictured e-mail address. Stay lovely, not fucking prick, pleeeeease xxxxx <3 (like the Truman Show News sign-off).
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"I never thought to say this originally, because I wouldn't like to lose myself in a Social-Vacuum-Esque Hellscape.
Purely if you think I have something to be understood, or anything of value...
Then, and, only then.
Be a Fan.
I'm opening up the idea of conversational ramblings. I think I'm naturally born reactionary, but instilled within silence. Don't be silent...? I'm a rational Human-Rights advocate, and I create my own kindness adverse to systems of Politics, wherever possible. However I'm Just not a fan of Tories. Irony, however... makes me look at Hugh Dennis differently. Like a Human. Not a Toffee. Or John Cleese. Or countless other wealthy Artists I, "couldn't possibly", relate to."
{Poddy e-mail address coming soon.}
HOWEVER (SINCERELY, STIW (SORRY, SINCERELY(since I'm not a lying tory fuckwit, just an honest-hard-working-one...(?)) FOR THAT COLLOQUIAL DIG, AS I MENTION IN THE PODDY, I RECKON YOU'RE, 'WELL SMART' (not a direct quote), AND DANGEROUS, AND CLEVER COMPARED TO TORIES, yet: (un/)certainly(certi..? too far-right...? JOKE: HATE TATE. DEEEEPLY FAM'.) not inhuman enough not to have a sense of humour...? Love to anybody struggling, I'd say everybody needs it when we are!)
[Over-priveliged Tories may want to strap-on a proper low-class set of bollocks for this one. Try as they might, they'd be better off buying a set for their rounded SUV's bumper.] Certainly goes for most o' the cunts at my High school. WATCHDOG RECOMMENDS IN AN OVERTLY SUGGESTIVE MANNER, THAT SOME EX-JT CLASSMATES OF MINE TOOK LEEDS '15 (correction from the talky-talk) TOO SERIOUSLY/possibly thought of me as a fictional character, but, I may be risking too much trauma]): You may be too confused by stylistic choices, but I'm fishing for toooooooo fuuuhhucking muuuuuuuuuuuch. *Likened to near every fucker currently on the internet nowadays... dae nae treed aen mae (that's scottish: for any americans.)*.
FUCK ME, I'm enjoying my Sunday/Monday rambles... stinking with rage/autism-outbursts that I'm making up for in retrospect... Like distant lovers, "making up for lost time": I'm piss-cunting-bastard-lovely.
Well... CATCH YOUR MONOCLE NOW, bit like that old Peter Kay joke about the hob-nob falling into his cup in slow-motion: for any of you dirty-slutty-Mummy-Tories. Why apologise for Political discourse in 2024...(? FUCKING RHETORICAL, THAT IS WHY/NEEDLESS TO SAY AND STILL SAID BY AN IRISH-FOOL).
Enough incredibly genuine distractions, now... All I meant to say was, that I'm proud enough to say, you may stick around for the feckfest. Sorry if I repeat myself, but I AM INDEED STIW SOBER. Just kind of hard w/o a lil' Jamie of my own (IJ). MM&I(aye, me knab.)
Last page, is not the full-read. Test my length... you may like it. Up to you, AND ME.
Always welcoming more to my oddly-pictured e-mail address. Stay lovely, not fucking prick, pleeeeease xxxxx <3 (like the Truman Show News sign-off).
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________
"I never thought to say this originally, because I wouldn't like to lose myself in a Social-Vacuum-Esque Hellscape.
Purely if you think I have something to be understood, or anything of value...
Then, and, only then.
Be a Fan.
I'm opening up the idea of conversational ramblings. I think I'm naturally born reactionary, but instilled within silence. Don't be silent...? I'm a rational Human-Rights advocate, and I create my own kindness adverse to systems of Politics, wherever possible. However I'm Just not a fan of Tories. Irony, however... makes me look at Hugh Dennis differently. Like a Human. Not a Toffee. Or John Cleese. Or countless other wealthy Artists I, "couldn't possibly", relate to."
{Poddy e-mail address coming soon.}