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Whinge and Fucking Bleat
(with great deference to the Bard of Brisbane, Kevin Bllody Wilson)
Whinge, whinge, fucking whinge. Whinge and fucking bleat.
“Take Your Marks, you cynics, for the next Olympic heat.
You’ll not need to train for years in order to compete,
So On Your Marks, you cynics, for the Freestyle Whinge and Bleat.
I hate the fucking guts of the fucking Corporates
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Friday 3rd August 2012 10:18 pm
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