Tell Mr. Fuckstick to get his own fuckin body wash. Presumably he’s a grown-ass man and can do his own shopping.

Farmers’s Dog, the “gourmet” shit, made our dog piss blood.

Yeah, we’ll stick with the Royal Canin “kibble” that she absolutely loves.

This would be great, but the hard truth is this will get you executed in the street, and this country is no longer worth dying for.

It may reach a boiling point eventually, but for now, given the choice, I think I’d prefer to move house than be murdered by my own military.