The cunt that is supposed to purchase my van has welched on the deal for the second and last time. So clearly is he a fucking crook that I’ve a good mind to just report him to the police on the good chance he’s done something heinous in the last 24 hours. So after ballsing up my evening what I was left with was duller than Songs of Praise.
It was another hot day but this conspires against the poor sap in the office having a tough time as the economy decides to take itself to the toilet to vomit up credit before going to bed groaning and following through cash.
Following my being blown out by the aforementioned crook I plodded back to my flat and, having no plans, picked up the PS2 console and took Scarface on a killing spree, said killing spree took on an extra dimension as I should’ve really been playing Grand Theft Auto 4 on the PS3 I’d have bought with the fucking money I’d have got with the fucking van. The evening was marginally saved by mashed potato, chicken and broccoli and then cacked up by Big Brother which I never should’ve got involved in.
Short Piqued today, I’m fucking busy.
Check the bass.
June 11th, 2008 at 12:21 pm
What gives with these videos? This one doesn’t work either, and it looks like Primus.
June 11th, 2008 at 12:27 pm
Don’t worry about it, I double clicked and it went straight to You Tube. Jerry Was… good choice. I used to have a blog called A Sea of Cheese.
June 11th, 2008 at 12:49 pm
It’s very annoying when that happens
Surely it’s bit daft for record companies to remove videos. I’m promoting a band, which will surely result in sales as so many zillions read Piqued, and I’m a fucking big name in the music business as all of the little bed bugs and flies in my tiny rented room will account for.