Read something that tempts me to think that instead of spending Friday night typing a manuscript and feeling relieved to have escaped "cell phone guy," I should try to effect circumstances in my life so that I go out to shows occasionally!
Dear Daily Mail,
You misogynist pile of twats,
I'm tired of these baby bumps, vag flashes, muffintops,
Where are the news-worthy cocks?
When Iggy, or Jagger, or Bowie, go shirtless
The news barely causes a ripple,
Blah blah blah feminist, blah blah blah gender shit,
Blah blah blah OH MY GOD NIPPLE
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