I live in a nice area. There are trees, roads, some nice people and some complete and utter dumbwits thrown in for good measure. It’s a real mix of normality through to dumbest individuals to crawl out of the primordial soup, strap on some baggy trousers and leave school at the age of 5.
For instance, around the shops near where I live are the “children”. Those 8-18 year olds who do that utterly stupid walk where one leg drags along and they seem to be hopping on the other leg. I swear it looks like a semi-coherent zombie on the lookout for their next shot of crack cocaine to be inserted directly into their eyeballs. Except that they aren’t semi-coherent. They talk a version of the English language that sounds like they have swallowed the big book of complete bollocks and are regurgitating it while talking to their mate with an IQ of a tomato. And not a big tasty red tomato either. No, more like one of those that just got stood on by an elephant, then scooped up and put in to a bin provided for people to put what comes out of their chiwawa’s bottom in to. About the most I will talk to them is generally like this:
“Ohwiiiight mate…buy us sum fags would ya”
“Sod off you stupid little shyte”
They are lovely. I can’t wait for them to claim unemployment and spend my tax money. And then probably read about them robbing some old lady.
But we don’t just have the wonders of modern society hanging around shops where I live. We go one step further. We have quite possibly the most brain dead individuals on earth. I actually feel sorry for this guy. I mean, to be born with brains of cotton wool is bad enough, but then for your mother to rip out said cotton wool, probably wipe some baby’s dirty bum with it and then stick it back in your head was never going to end well for you.
The individual in question decided with a mate of his to petrol bomb a pub not far from where I live. Except that it didn’t go to plan.
It started well. They smashed the window of the pub. Then his intelligent mate lit the taper on the petrol bomb. And then he threw it through the hole in the window…….juuuust as Mr CottonWool bent down in front of the window.
Much hilarity ensues as the cotton wool in his head sets on fire.
Instead of standing about to admire their handywork, they decide that being that one of them is on fire, they should probably run away. Fast. Before someone spots them because obviously you wont notice some decay of society on fire in that area…it’s pretty much daily life.
The problem is, while being on fire, The Cotton Wool Wonder decides to try and increase his IQ by running as fast as he can in to a lamppost. Amazing.
Honestly…just go HERE and watch the video over and over and over and over and over. If you look very carefully, you can see where the very last part of his IQ hits the floor and he turns in to a cauliflower.
wheelturninghamsterdead.com 