An open letter to an unknown party…

Dear disease-ridden penis boil. Today, the crippled putz (or Host Body) had to drag himself into Taunton Job Centre to sit down and talk to a lovely woman about this website and his merchandising income. This was not, as he had been given to understand, a routine appointment. No, they Continue Reading

Laugh? I nearly started…

Not everyone is funny.

Let’s just lay that out, right now.

I know everyone THINKS they have a great sense of humour, but the truth is that some people are about as chucklesome as invasive bowel surgery.

My question is, why do I always meet these comedy-sapping morons whenever I leave the house?