The Rotten Bastards

Well gentle listeners its been one of those days,
yet again I may add,
one of those days you feel that you`re just beginning to keep your head above water, just thinking "hey perhaps I CAN make it, it wasnt such a bad idea" when some rotten, sniveling, thieving, illigitmate, son of a bitch comes along and , no doubt smirking to himself, put his hands around your neck and pulls you down in the murky depths of his shit hole.
Up untill this morning I seemed to be doing ok, not good you understand but ok, making a little money and feeling reasonably happy with the world. When some evil little sod, no doubt with more muscles than either brains or integrity, steals a beautiful brooch from the cabinet in my unit £135.00 ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE POUNDS it was worth, the whole of this weeks profit wiped out in one single thoughtless action by someone with the morals of a cockroach.
Well I hope it chokes the bastard, I hope someone steals it from him along with every thing hes got and leaves him bleeding in a dark rat infested alley, crawling with his slimey relatives, amongst rubbish, shit, and used condoms
Its not often I feel this way but for gods sake what makes him or her, come to that, think they have the right to steal from me.




I don`t really want him to be found bleeding in a back alley, i`m not like that





I don`t want him FOUND at all BASTARD


As my Granny would say "I`m so annoyed I could Spit"