A for Apathy
Are we just too lazy to stir,
toil and breed?
Too fey to strive for life,
our own and others'?
I guess we are.
So why knock immigrants?
Who else will clean our incontinent beds
when we are old and sad?
Friday 22nd August 2014 1:00 pm
BACK O' PUB
BACK O' PUB
We went into the pub's beer garden to see the illegal vodka factory run by Eastern Europeans.
We dance madly around their lorry and sing, "Give us a drink! We're parched like the Gobi Desert. Don't you know, we drank the pub dry?...
Thursday 5th January 2012 3:18 pm
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