THE one great thing about the new iPhone is that it provides a handy and near-instant 'cunt alert'. When meeting potential cunts in the pub, simply wait for them to ask you if you've heard about the new iPhone, brandishing said piece of over-priced and over-hyped design-idiot tat, before finishing your drink, smiling, and smashing your pint pot in their cuntishly-square-spectacled, ovine face.
Can't wait till the cunts start buying em though; let's see if the little fuckers can survive a quick dip in a pint of Stella while cunty goes on one of his infuriatingly infrequent trips to the bar..."I'm just staying for one, I'm going to a screening later'"
Not with a working phone you're not, cunty. Not with a working phone.
I think that should do the trick with the PRs; there'll be a little package waiting for me Chez Muppets any day now no doubt.
Sunday, January 14
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1 let's have it thens:
Fuck off back to the frog you spawned from.
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