Mister Anderson (25-06-16)
Not unless you count the second Matrix movie and that ghastly 'rave' scene(talk about ways to shoot your movie in the foot) near the start. No true believer watches the second or third movie, therefore Glastonbury does not exist.
When I'm in such a hurry that I have to climb into one of those festering shithole rent-a-cars to get me somewhere and the bucket of lard behind the wheel inevitably confronts me with the 'Did you watch the match' mantra I sometimes respond with a 'Nope. Did you read the book?' quip. Invariably I'm greeted with a satiating degree of chagrin.
Fuck you mister cab driver, and your fucking ballerina fixation.
bettercallsaul (25-06-16), funlover12 (25-06-16)
Mister Anderson (25-06-16)
bettercallsaul (25-06-16)
I thought the first goal was described in adjectives that are not meant for delicate ears and therefore would encourage adults with children to write their congress
man and encourage him to ban this piece of poisonous filth that distorts our children's minds and leads them astray from the good lord's word.
Amen.
Mister Anderson (26-06-16)