As with most countries in the world I no longer have to subsidise your miserable degree with my tax money. No longer do I have support some young twat for three years as he pisses my money away whilst studying film studies, media studies or some other ridiculous degree at some substandard university coming out no wiser or smarter than when he started. If the students can't prolong my miserable life or find a humane way to end it when my bowels finally give up the fight with gravity, I don't need to pay for them. In fact the number of brain cells the government are saving them whilst they destroy them during one of their many drinking binges, they might still have a chance of contributing something to society.
Go to university by all means, come out with an excellent education, earn more money that me, you deserve it. But don't complain because I won't subsidise three years of smoking pot and pouring an ungodly amount of cheap vodka into your poor liver. Pay for it like everyone else.
"Well my mum and dad didn't have to pay" those miserable little shites complain as they rampage down oxford street. Well my parents didn't have central heating, a black and white television and I had to share the same bath water as them as it was too expensive pouring a new one. I sat in a pool of my mum and dads own filth. Thats right you spolit little brats, times change, deal with it and pay for it.
Now one good thing to come out of this whole sorry episode is that we got to see how Camilla would look having an orgasm and lets face it, that is something we have all wanted to see at some point in our lives.

"Oh Charlie, thats either wind or your finger just achieved the impossible."
Is it wrong if I superimpose a big cock in her mouth? Probably, but she is asking for it.
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