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Bill, I have no idea what has crawled up your arse and died today, but it really isn't appealing. The only time I recall having said that your critical faculties may have been impaired by the desire to get your warty gitprong buried in somebody's thighmaster parts was "do you like Radiohead?", because you decided to burble like a brain damaged Glyn Owen about how purty Rage was.
This before I even take the time to point out, with a hint of boredom as big as the Ritz, that once you leave primary school it is possible to disagree with somebody without "hating" them, and that I certainly don't hate Rage.
Christ almighty. Good job I'm going to Paris, really, since the outbreaks of Special Flu around here would drive anyone in-Seine (BOOM BOOM!). |
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