...that story is just utterly awful. So, after fourteen kids she’s got a contraceptive implant in a bid to get ‘em back to her one bedroom flat… Talk about horses and stable doors. The stallion in this case has been thoroughly Shergar-ed already, love. Hell, if she’d got to fifteen she’d have a complete Rugby Union team! Was that the ambition? God knows. She gives birth about as often as I see the dental hygienist. Did she not at any point think to either use some form of contraception earlier or stop shagging the miserable scrote she’s shacked-up with in Luton (it had to be some shit-hole like Luton). I mean there can’t be much in it for him either. It must be like chucking a Marlboro Light down Deansgate by now. She could try Kegel exercises until the heat death of the Universe and her vayjayjay (to quote Oprah who is probably in talks as I type) would still resemble Dumbledore’s sleeve.
Friday, 26 February 2010
Quote of the Month
This month, we have NickM from 'Counting Cats...' on the odd and disturbing case of Theresa Winters: