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Villa for President !

Commodore if you please.
As far as I am aware, there has never been a dictator with that rank, so I'll be setting a trend.

Shoot them in the knees.

That'd own if your surname was 64.

Or if you were in some shite american hillbilly band.

Oh please. Lionel Ritchie pwned.

ROFL.
Forgot all about that picture !

rozl

Your a sad man Villa. xD

Noxin wrote:lol u r rite, nofer ting dat pisses me of is da nw gnratin of txt msg kids, hving grwn up uzin txt as dere main way of tlkin to ech ofer dey den go on to uz tis crap wen ritin in ne form at al. it rly mks me wndr bout da futr of da eng lang.

Newspeak to win?

P.S. Villa, come out to California and you'll see that trash 'style' all over. I've always wanted to just step on someone's pant leg as they walked by and make their pants fall all the way down. I mean, they won't be able to chase me very well, would they? I might get shot though...

can you type text btw villa? do you hate the french cause they speak french?
just cause the kids speak a diff dialect to you ^^


i hate it to~

Villa wrote:What the hell is it with this fashion for teenage boys to walk around with their jeans hanging around somewhere between their buttocks and their kneecaps ?

Do they think this makes them look cool ? fashionable ? trendy perhaps ?
Do they believe that by displaying their underwear that the people walking behind them might behold them with awe ?

Fuck off does it.
What it makes you look like is a fucking PRATT.
You absolute twat, pull your fucking jeans up, buy a belt and learn to walk in a straight line without swerving from side to side.
While you are at it, learn to speak English you cunt. None of this "char" and "ting" and "safe" please. This is England; we speak English here not some fucked up bastardisation of a once proud language that has been butchered by ignorance and idiotic slang imported from overseas.

I swear, when my revolution comes (A lot of you will recall me discussing my revolution that will sweep all the crap out of this country and bring us back on the straight and narrow, with sweeping changes that includes imprisonment and possible deportation to the Isle of Wight for any fat women who dare to wear skin tight leggings), I am going to see to it that the Police are empowered to administer on the spot beatings to combat scum who dress like they just crawled out of bed still wearing yesterday's attire.

Bastards.

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What do you expect from us? We were born during the thatcherite reign of terror and reared on music-video images of jailbait teenage buttocks; goaded by the media into furiously wanking away the hours over pictures of Britney Spears and other equally vapid sluts who, in all likelihood, would never fuck us even if they weren't famous. Talk about fucking role-models.

Our parents apply a healthy mixture too much pressure or not enough, and consequently we become either too ambitious or utterly hopeless. Sure, some of us dream, but how many people actually make something of themselves? The few and far between. Subconsciously we realise the futility of our romantic ideals. This is, of course, a heavy burden to bear at such a young age. The only thing to take our minds away from our impending decline into 9-til-5 monotony is a long stream of endless, meaningless present experiences. Fucking, fighting and getting hammered help us forget that one day all we'll have left is a warm glass of whiskey in the evening and routine sex with a wife who got fat after popping out her 4th sprog - which will, incidentally, either sap another 12 grand a year out of our salary OR provide a little extra benefit money - so that's a win win situation.

Understand that whilst this is life to those living it, it is a nightmare to those who see it in the future. Distancing and separation make the transition easier to cope with. That is why we have fashion, dialects and image to sustain us. It is a rejection of an adult lifestyle - we don't want to grow up spending our saturdays painting the front of the house, wearing a sweat-stained wifebeater and lamenting over what could have been. So we dress different, talk different, act different and aspire to be different. Of course, it is a struggle we'll never win.

Let the youth have their moment. It isn't easy growing up.

:: Edit :: I'd like to clarify that this is predominantly bullshit, but I'm bored. Don't judge me.