Tuesday, 20 November 2007

I do not fancy David Tennant... and if I do, well...

Oh sh*t.

My lovely charming cow-slag of an older sister has decided to write "SAMMIE W. <3 DAVID TENNANT" in big letters in permanant marker on one of the girls' toilet-stalls. But I'll handle it. I'll handle it. I mean, it's not as if the Union of Evil Dumb Bitches have been teasing me about it. All day. In loud voices. In front of EVERYONE.

OK, they have. But I can handle it. I'm mature enough not to seek revenge. I am.

I'm not. I've burnt her favourite picture of her and faeces-features (it has pride of place on her bedside table) and will paint a comprehensive list of all her current boyfriends (three) on the toilet wall using the ashes and turpentine. It's a big picture. A4-sized. Told you she loved it.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Good words.

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This blog is a Felix Sq. creation. It is entirely fictional - Trash does not exist. You can read Felix's real-life blog here at toiletducknut.blogspot.com/.
The pictures are mine. I was going to get Bob to do it. Here she lurks - bobeth.blogspot.com.